Killer’s Pet (Book 2): Bone Breakers MC, #2

By Heather West

This is book 2 of the Bone Breakers MC trilogy. Book 3 is available everywhere now!

I f**ked her like I owned her.

Antonia thought I was a single dad in need of a babysitter.

She didn't know the bloody secrets that hid in the shadows of my home.

But when the war raging inside my club threatens to consume us both, she's forced to learn:

I'll fight like hell to protect what's mine.

CAL

My life changed in an instant when the baby landed on my doorstep.

A son I never knew existed.

The timing couldn't be worse.

My club is crumbling from the inside and out.

Traitors and snakes are lurking, doing their best to find my weaknesses and latch their fangs onto me.

But I was born for this.

Made for this.

Bred to be the president of an outlaw motorcycle club and to carry all the responsibilities that come with it.

The patch on my kutte means I'll never back down – not until my heart stops beating.

The nanny I hire to care for my child while I handle business at the clubhouse has wandered into a maelstrom of chaos.

She can't possibly know the danger she's in.

Not just from the enemies out for my blood.

But also for the lust that's building in my gut.

Demanding one thing:

That I pin her to my bed and make her my toy.

ANTONIA

He seemed kind and desperate.

But as I came to learn, he was the farthest thing from it.

I thought Cal was doing me a favor when he hired me to be his live-in babysitter.

A place to stay for me and my young son?

A roof over our heads, food on the table, and a steady paycheck?

It seemed like a godsend.

But it turned out that Cal came straight from the devil.

Because he won't be content to stay sleeping in the bedroom next door.

He's a hunter at heart.

A killer.

And he just set his sights on me.

But the most twisted part of it all is this…

I can't wait to find out what he'll do to me.

I'm begging to become the killer's pet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: May 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393022336

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Killer’s Pet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bone Breakers MC) (Book 2)

By Heather West

I f**ked her like I owned her.

ANTONIA THOUGHT I WAS a single dad in need of a babysitter.

She didn’t know the bloody secrets that hid in the shadows of my home.

But when the war raging inside my club threatens to consume us both, she’s forced to learn:

I’ll fight like hell to protect what’s mine.

CAL

My life changed in an instant when the baby landed on my doorstep.

A son I never knew existed.

The timing couldn’t be worse.

My club is crumbling from the inside and out.

Traitors and snakes are lurking, doing their best to find my weaknesses and latch their fangs onto me.

But I was born for this.

Made for this.

Bred to be the president of an outlaw motorcycle club and to carry all the responsibilities that come with it.

The patch on my kutte means I’ll never back down – not until my heart stops beating.

The nanny I hire to care for my child while I handle business at the clubhouse has wandered into a maelstrom of chaos.

She can’t possibly know the danger she’s in.

Not just from the enemies out for my blood.

But also for the lust that’s building in my gut.

Demanding one thing:

That I pin her to my bed and make her my toy.

ANTONIA

He seemed kind and desperate.

But as I came to learn, he was the farthest thing from it.

I thought Cal was doing me a favor when he hired me to be his live-in babysitter.

A place to stay for me and my young son?

A roof over our heads, food on the table, and a steady paycheck?

It seemed like a godsend.

But it turned out that Cal came straight from the devil.

Because he won’t be content to stay sleeping in the bedroom next door.

He’s a hunter at heart.

A killer.

And he just set his sights on me.

But the most twisted part of it all is this...

I can’t wait to find out what he’ll do to me.

I’m begging to become the killer’s pet.

Chapter One

Antonia

Later that day, Antonia dropped by her ex’s house to pick Daniel up. She had to take Bobby with her even though she knew that Paul was going to have questions she didn’t want to answer. Come here, big boy, let Antonia hold you, she said as she scooped Bobby up into her arms, carrying him all the way up to Paul’s front door.

You’re late, Paul said by way of greeting as he opened the door. He looked like shit, like even spending fifteen hours with his kid was too much for him. Antonia didn’t really have any sympathy for him, especially after all he’d put her through when they were married.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just get him out here, Antonia said, hitching Bobby up higher in her arms.

Who’s this? Paul said, pointing at Bobby and narrowing his eyes at Antonia suspiciously. Antonia was tempted to scoff, annoyed at the implication behind Paul’s question. What, does he think I had another fucking kid while he wasn’t paying attention? Antonia thought to herself, biting down on her own bottom lip just to keep herself from laughing at Paul. He was such a fucking idiot. What had she ever seen in him in the first place?

My new job, Antonia replied. Will you bring me my son, please?

You can come in for a minute, you know, Paul said, opening the door wider to let Antonia inside.

Antonia just shook her head, staring blankly at Paul until he sighed and backed away into his house to get Daniel. It’ll be just another minute, Bobby, and then we can go back home and bake brownies, she said.

Okay, Bobby said, beaming up at her. Sometimes, when Bobby was particularly sweet, Antonia doubted that Cal was really his father. He looked like him, at least from certain angles, but in terms of personality they were so different. Bobby was so sweet and generous, always making sure that Daniel had as much food as him and got to play with Bobby’s toys as much as he wanted. By contrast, Cal was a cold hard shell of a person. He was like this robot, his metal skin impenetrable. Looking down at Bobby’s sweet, happy little face, she knew for sure that it had been insanely stupid of her to ever think that Cal would be interested in her in any romantic way. If Bobby—lovely, perfect, kind Bobby, who had a heart way too big for his tiny body—couldn’t get past Cal’s many shields, there was no way anyone was getting in there.

Mommy! Daniel called out, dashing through the living room and crashing into Antonia’s legs, hugging her as tightly as he could.

Well, hello to you, too! Antonia said, smiling down at her son. It was a relief to know that no matter what, her son could still bring her joy just by hugging her and showing her that she was loved. She was appreciated. It didn’t matter if everything else in her life was shit, as long as she had Daniel. Come on, baby, let’s go home, she said, leaning down to pet the top of Daniel’s head, smoothing over his messy hair.

Aren’t you going to say thank you? Paul said from somewhere inside his house.

Antonia rolled her eyes. She knew that it was probably useless to engage in any conversation with him at all, but she decided to take the bait, probably because she was already on edge from all the stuff with Cal. What are you talking about?

For watching him, Paul said, stepping out into the living room again where Antonia could see him.

Antonia scoffed, scowling at her ex-husband. You don’t get a cookie for watching your own son, Paul. It doesn’t work that way.

Paul shrugged. I don’t know, Antonia. I mean, I’m sure you had a lot of fun yesterday. Go on any dates?

Antonia flushed, her whole body going hot as she thought of what had happened the night before. Could Paul smell it on her or something? Still, she tried to keep her face calm, unwilling to let Paul know that he’d actually shaken her up at all. No, I was busy with work. You know, I had to find a new job since you ruined the last one for me.

That wasn’t me, Paul said, but Antonia just rolled her eyes again, not believing him for a second. But anyway, I just want you to know that you need to tell me before you start dating anyone, okay?

What? Why? Antonia asked.

So I can run a background check on the guy, Paul said. There are a lot of crazies out there, you know, lot of creeps. I don’t want anybody with a record hanging around my son.

And why the hell do you think I’d let a dangerous man around Daniel? Antonia said, silently reproaching herself for cursing around the children. She’d been getting better at not doing that, but Paul just got on her last nerve. She didn’t understand how she’d stayed married to him for so long. He was a piece of garbage, really, not a man.

I’m not saying you would do it on purpose, Paul said. But you don’t think things through sometimes. Like the thing with your landlord, right? You picked a shitty place to live, and then you get surprised when the landlord turns out to be a scumbag. That’s no way to raise Daniel, Antonia.

That was it. Antonia couldn’t force herself to be nice to this asshole, even in front of the children. "Don’t you ever talk to me about how to raise my son," Antonia said between clenched teeth, reaching forward to pull Daniel closer to her side.

"He’s our son, Paul corrected her. Not just yours."

Antonia huffed out a bitter laugh. Right. That’s why you’re the one working your ass off to take care of him and make sure that he’s well fed and has a stable home. Oh, wait... She hardened her gaze, glaring at her ex-husband with as much disdain as she could muster.

Whatever, Paul said, shrugging in defeat. Just make sure whatever creep you’re fucking now doesn’t put his hands on our kid. Okay? See you later. Paul slammed the door in Antonia’s face, and Daniel gripped harder onto his mother’s legs, whining a little under his breath. Antonia inwardly reproached herself, not for the reasons Paul had given, but because she’d lost her temper in front of her son. I shouldn’t have done that, she thought as she guided the two boys back to her car. Daniel needs to know that it’s okay for him to love his father without feeling like he’s betraying me. I shouldn’t let him see our conflicts.

Antonia kept beating herself up on the drive back over to Cal’s house, but she forced a smile on her face as soon as they got home, letting the two boys dash around the house wildly as she prepared the ingredients for the brownies. She kept her mind focused on baking, trying not to let her thoughts drift off into dangerous territory, but every so