The suspicious bastard then wanted to know why I'd changed my mind so quickly.

The bastards wanted him, and he would make himself available, but only at a price.

He hadn't really wanted to kill the little bastard, after all.

I won't walk away while some bastard wants him destroyed.

"It's always a good sign when the bastards want to talk instead of fight."

The poor bastard wouldn't have wanted to live with his face looking like that, thought Frost.

"Then let us see what the bloody bastard wants now."

Those bastards want to know where their boy is they can start looking at home.

If the bastard wanted to talk, he'd have to do it now.

But the money was clearly what the little bastard wanted.