She’s the daughter of a club traitor, trying to start over.
Daughter of the man that betrayed the Grim Bastards, Gidget Etheridge doesn’t want anything to do with the club.
She grew up being ignored by her father, but found solace in the arms of the boy she loved.
Everything changed the day he turned his back on her.
When she and her son are rescued by Smoke, she has to decide if the boy who broke her heart is worth a second chance.
He’s a bastard, living life by his own rules.
Vice President Smoke Roundtree grew up knowing he would be a Grim Bastard, just like his father and grandfather.
When he became a prospect, he made a choice between the club and the girl he loved.
Even all these years later, he still wonders if he made the right decision.
When he saves Gidget and her son, he finally has a chance to fix the mistakes of his past.
Can a bastard heal the heart he shattered thirteen years ago?
We are just stepping into the yard when my phone rings. I pick up my phone and see Smoke’s name on the screen. My anger at Round’s confession comes back full force as I put it to my ear.
“Hello,” I say, unable to hide my fury.
“What the hell is going on, Gidget? What’s the matter? Are you and Parker okay?” he asks, his voice hard.
He throws the questions at me so quick, it almost makes my head spin. “Nothing’s wrong. Why do you ask?”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Gidget. Hack just called and said Dad was walking you and Parker out of the clubhouse.”
My anger retreats when I realize he was worried about us. Richard never worried about us, never even asked how our day went. Smoke, on the other hand, is checking in from the road. As irritating as it is, it’s always sweet as hell.
Pulling in a deep breath, I explain what we’re doing. He asks a million questions, making sure Parker and I have everything we need. Each thing he says has my heart warming toward him. I have to remind myself that he’s the one who broke it all those years ago. Still, watching my son play with Round, I realize he did me a favor. Maybe I’ll do him a favor and forgive him when he gets back, but not before we have a long talk.
“Fine, don’t stay out there too long. I’ll give you ten minutes to get your ass back in bed. If not, I’ll be calling my dad to make sure you get there,” he’s warns, ending our conversation without even a goodbye.
Before I even put it away, it’s ringing again. I see Smoke’s name again and bring it back to my ear. “Hello.”
“Tell Dad there’re some balls around back in the shed. He can pull them out for Parker.” With that, he hangs up, not bothering to say goodbye again.
For some reason, my lips are tipping up as I slide my phone into my pocket.
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