Killer’s Pet (Book 1): Bone Breakers MC, #1

By Heather West

This is book 1 of the Bone Breakers MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3 are 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: 9781393362784

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Killer’s Pet: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bone Breakers MC) (Book 1))

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

Cal

Tap. Tap tap tap. Cal rolled his eyes, annoyed at being disturbed when he’d just opened up his first beer of the evening. It had been a long day at the office dealing with patients, and then a long afternoon at the MC clubhouse, and all he wanted to do was curl up into his couch, watch some mindless television, and fall asleep. But no, the universe wouldn’t grant him that much, it seemed. Somebody was at his front door.

No thanks, I don’t want to buy whatever you’re selling— Cal started to say as he opened his door. He cut himself off when he saw his ex-girlfriend, Briana, standing on his front porch. What the fuck? Cal thought to himself. He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. He hadn’t seen or heard from her in almost five years, after she’d left in the middle of the night with no warning. He stood there, fumbling over his words, for a long moment before he finally forced himself to say, Bri. Long time no see.

Yeah, save it, Cal, Briana said, sighing deeply and brushing some hair off her forehead. Her face was drawn, her cheeks a little sunken in. She looked like she hadn’t slept in months. I’m not here to play nice with you.

What are you here for, then? Cal wondered out loud, finally spotting the heavy-looking suitcase that was propped up on the porch next to Briana.

Briana blew out her breath forcefully, her eyes going glassy and unfocused. This is hard to say.

Cal felt his impatience start to ramp up, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance as Briana struggled to come up with an explanation. In all honesty, though, Cal knew he wasn’t as angry as he should have been. Briana had abandoned him without even telling him why. He’d even worried that she’d been kidnapped by a rival MC until he had a private investigator locate her a few weeks after she disappeared. But despite all of that, he couldn’t help but feel a little concerned as he stared at the woman across from him. She’d lost a lot of weight since he’d last seen her, and time hadn’t gone easy on her face. She wore deep wrinkles where before her skin had been silky smooth. So even though there was a part of him tempted to yell at her to spit it out, he held himself back, waiting in the excruciating silence until Briana finally spoke again.

You have a son, Briana said, clearing her throat and straightening her shoulders as she met Cal’s confused gaze. He’s right there, waiting in the car. She turned and pointed at the cheap, beat-up car parked in his driveway. When Cal squinted a little, he could make out the silhouette of a small face pressed against one of the back windows.

What? Cal sputtered out, totally dumbfounded.

You have a son. With me, Briana said. I ran away when you knocked me up, okay? And I had a kid. His name is Bobby. He’s four. He’s...a good kid.

Cal lost his breath for a moment as Briana’s words sunk in. I have a son? Cal repeated to himself silently. What?

A thousand questions popped up into his mind. How do I know the kid is mine? Why did she never tell me before now? Is he healthy? Is he smart? Is he anything like me? Or is he more like her? Why did she run away? We could have been a family.

But he didn’t ask any of that. Instead, what left his mouth was, Can I meet him?

Oh, you can do a lot more than that, Briana said with a harsh, bitter chuckle. She turned on her heel, leaving the packed suitcase on the porch as she walked out to the car, pulling a little boy from the backseat before carrying him back up to Cal’s house. Here he is. Meet Bobby.

Hi, the little boy said softly, waving his tiny hand a little until Cal reciprocated the motion.

Hey there. I’m Cal, he said stiffly, unsure of what was appropriate in this situation.

He’s your dad, the guy I’ve been telling you about, Briana said into Bobby’s head, hitching him up higher on her hips, like his weight was becoming too heavy a burden to bear. He’s the one you’re going to be staying with from now on.

Wait, what? Cal asked, knocked off guard by Briana’s casual statement.

He’s yours now. He’s potty-trained and everything, so the hard part’s over with, okay? I packed everything he needs in this bag, Briana said quickly before slowly lowering Bobby to the ground. Bye, baby. Daddy will take care of you now, all right?

Wait, wait, Bri, hold on, let’s talk about this, Cal said, feeling a wave of panic start to rise inside of him as the small child stumbled forward into his house, brushing past him in his curiosity to discover whatever waited inside.

Nothing to talk about, Briana said as she marched away from the house, power-walking down the sidewalk towards the driveway. It’s done.

It’s not fucking done, just give me a second to— Cal cut himself off as Briana broke into a run, bolting