Nasty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC Book 4) by Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield

officers to ride with him tonight,” I say with a shrug, wishing I could tell him more.
    Dad wore the VP patch before me. He’s been by my side since the day I started wearing my officer patch. It feels fucking weird as shit not sharing what’s going on with him, but I can’t. Until we figure out a new set of rules for retired officers, I’m not sharing shit.
    After a quick goodbye, I walk outside, hop on my bike, and head to the clubhouse to meet up with my brothers. It won’t take me long; Dad picked his house because it was close to the club.
    After driving the short distance, I pull through the gates and see my fellow officers sitting on their bikes, waiting for me to join them.
    “We ready?” I ask, raising my voice to be heard over the rumble of bikes.
    Boz simply nods and heads out the gate, and Hack, Brew, and I follow quickly behind him. It only takes about twenty minutes to get to our destination. Pulling into the driveway of Stone’s house, my eyes automatically go to the bright white Nissan Pathfinder sitting in the driveway. Who the fuck is driving that?
    Cutting off my bike, I turn to look at Boz. “Thought the house was empty?”
    “Me too.” He tilts his head just a bit and shrugs. “I called Mom about an hour ago. She didn’t say anything about Gidget making any plans on coming back. Think Stone’s old lady came back?”
    “Looks like she’s gone,” Hack says as he climbs from his bike. “Maybe she took off with someone and left her car behind.”
    Turning back to look at the house, I realize he’s right. The place looks deserted. Even though it’s damn near dark, not a light is on. The front door and all the windows are shut. Listening closely, I can hear an air conditioner running inside but nothing else.
    Shit, I should’ve been here two months ago; it was my plan. Brew and I both wanted to talk to Stone’s old lady, make sure she didn’t know anything about what went on with her old man and his son. Then, Brew’s old lady ran into some trouble, and everything else got put on hold. Now, we’re too fucking late to get the answers we need.
    “Maybe so,” Brew mutters, as he walks over to us. “I don’t see Stone buying his old lady a car like that. She’d be lucky if he bought her a bike.”
    Boz cocks his brow and looks to Brew. “Maybe she got her hands on some of our money and bought herself a car.”
    “If she did, looks like she left it behind,” Hack adds, turning to look at the house. “We still need to check the house.”
    Looking at the house, I shake my head in disgust. Stone’s house was always a piece of shit, but now, it looks like it needs to be condemned. The grass is grown so high it nearly blocks the house from view. The once yellow paint is nearly completely gone, leaving it an ugly ass shade of dingy white, and half the shutters are hanging on their hinges.
    “Brew, you’re with me. We’ll check the shed and garage,” Boz says, as he walks around his bike. “Hack, you head inside with Smoke. Look in every damn nook and cranny. Our first priority is finding out what happened to the money, but make sure that asshole didn’t leave anything behind that could hurt the club.”
    He starts to walk off but turns back and adds, “Be ready for anything and watch your fucking backs.”
    Not bothering to respond, I head to the porch and try the door. Of course, the fucker is locked. My eyes search the area until they land on a rock the size of a cantaloupe. Picking it up, I toss it through the window and reach my hand inside to unlock the door.
    “Why the hell people put windows in their doors, I’ll never fucking understand,” Hack says with a shake of his head.
    Opening the door, a smile crosses my lips. “Don’t complain about it, brother. Windows make our job a hell of a lot easier.”
    As I step inside, the smell of lemons hits me in the face. “Someone’s been trying to clean this shit hole up.”
    “Smells like it,” Hack replies, stepping in