Hopeless (Book 3): Heaven’s Veil MC, #3

By Heather West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Heaven's Veil MC trilogy!

Anyone who wants to f**k Katia will have to get in line behind me.

She hired me to keep her safe from the mysterious stalker who keeps sending her threats.

I'm the perfect guy for the job.

Motorcycle club president, hired muscle, tatted beast of the criminal underworld.

I've put more bodies in the ground than I care to remember.

But killing takes a toll on a man's soul.

And I've got demons keeping me awake at night.

She's too pure for a criminal like me.

Taking her for myself would be like plucking the wings off an angel.

But there's a desire growing in me, and I don't know how much longer I can contain it.

I'll protect her from the outside world.

But the thing that Katia should be most scared of…

Is me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Jun 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393551027

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Hopeless: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Heaven’s Veil MC) (Book 3)

By Heather West

Anyone who wants to f**k Katia will have to get in line behind me.

SHE HIRED ME TO KEEP her safe from the mysterious stalker who keeps sending her threats.

I’m the perfect guy for the job.

Motorcycle club president, hired muscle, tatted beast of the criminal underworld.

I’ve put more bodies in the ground than I care to remember.

But killing takes a toll on a man’s soul.

And I’ve got demons keeping me awake at night.

She’s too pure for a criminal like me.

Taking her for myself would be like plucking the wings off an angel.

But there’s a desire growing in me, and I don’t know how much longer I can contain it.

I’ll protect her from the outside world.

But the thing that Katia should be most scared of...

Is me.

Chapter One

Katia

Iwas all alone again . I couldn’t believe it. Dante had left me—he’d actually left while I was sleeping like a fucking coward. I was torn between being more pissed off than I’d ever felt in my life and bitterly upset. I wanted to cry and scream. I wanted to rip the cheap, paper-thin sheets off the motel bed and throw them down on the floor and wail until I was blue in the face.

But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered. Dante was gone, and I had a feeling I’d never see him again.

I wanted to ask him why. Why now? Why had he chosen to make me vulnerable, to make me believe that I was safe and then run out like a coward?

Setting my lips in a thin line, I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the light. My reflection in the mirror was about as haggard and unattractive as I’d ever seen it. I was pale and wan with little color in my cheeks. The fluorescent lighting didn’t help, but I knew I couldn’t just blame it on that. There was more to it. It was like something had changed inside of me, deep down, and I’d never be able to bring it back to the surface again.

Oddly, I couldn’t will myself to cry anymore. I’d been crying so much in the past month, but right now, I was too angry. My hands were shaking, and I gripped the bathroom counter and leaned close to the mirror, staring at my green eyes.

Of course he wouldn’t want me, I muttered to myself, eyeing my bloodshot, red-rimmed eyes. There was a weird dry patch on one of my cheeks, and my hair was greasy and lank. I looked about as far from a beauty queen as ever. Shit, I’d probably looked better when I was a little kid with leukemia.

Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw Dante approaching me. He was wearing that infuriating cocky grin and reaching out to touch me. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, and I wrapped my arms around myself, holding myself together. I didn’t want him to affect me like this.

I wanted to call Anya. Shaking my head, I walked out of the bathroom and flopped down on the bed. As I picked up my phone, I took a deep breath. I knew what she was going to say: I told you so.

Thinking about her with Troy was bad enough, but what if she and Troy decided they actually wanted to date? What if it wasn’t just a one-night stand? What if it was something more?

I saw myself, months in the future, forcing a grin and watching as Anya and Troy strolled down the aisle of a church together. Dante was standing across from me, he was grinning too. But his eyes weren’t on Anya and Troy, or even on me; they were on some girl in the pews. Some blonde who was staring back at him with rapt adoration.

She wasn’t a complicated girl or a beauty queen, even though she was pretty enough to be one. But she wasn’t me, and that’s what stung the most. Maybe she was someone Dante had picked up in a bar, or maybe she was a Heaven’s Veil groupie, but it didn’t really matter. The only thing that mattered was that he’d chosen to be with her.

The call to Anya went straight to voicemail. In a fit of anger, I threw my phone down on the floor and watched with a disgusted kind of satisfaction as the screen cracked. I couldn’t believe she was still ignoring me! She couldn’t still be with Troy. It had been hours! Ugh. I rolled my eyes. Why is she still him while I’m alone?

I wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, especially not Anya, but I was feeling seriously jealous of her at the moment.

With a sigh, I picked up my phone and shoved it in my purse. My clothes were scattered around the motel room, and I picked them up and slowly got dressed. My legs felt like they were disconnected from my body, and it took a long time to get my clothes all the way on. When I was done dressing, I perched gingerly on the edge of the mattress.

I didn’t know what to do. The car was still in the parking lot, but Dante had taken the car keys with him. I figured I could always call for a cab and go home. A small smile of satisfaction crept across my face when I realized that whatever happened to me was Dante’s fault. He wouldn’t be getting paid now that he’d basically abandoned me in the grossest motel I’d ever seen.

I decided that I was going to go home and take a long bath. I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget about this easily, but I didn’t care. I had to make Dante see that I didn’t really care about him. Hell, it wasn’t even that late. I could still go out to a club and meet a guy or two. The thought filled me with dread and turned my stomach, but I was determined to prove to myself and Dante that I could survive without him.

He’d left me. That had been his choice, and now I was going to make him pay for it. I knew it was fucked up. I