Garrett (Book 2): Pitch Veins MC, #2

By Heather West

This is book 2 of the Pitch Veins MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

One forbidden night. One unexpected baby.

OLIVIA

I'm a good girl at heart.

At least, that's what I tell myself.

But deep down, I always want what's bad for me.

Like Garrett.

He's a single father twice my age.

But I wanted him, and I found myself doing whatever it took to get him.

The night he finally takes me is everything I dreamed of.

But afterwards…

My nightmare begins.

Now, I'm pregnant with the biker's baby.

And caught in the middle of a vicious outlaw war.

Garrett says we can't be together.

Says he's too corrupted to be near me.

I'm left wondering…

Did I fall for a man too broken to love me back?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393922377

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Garrett: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Pitch Veins MC) (Book 2)

By Heather West

One forbidden night. One unexpected baby.

OLIVIA

I’m a good girl at heart.

At least, that’s what I tell myself.

But deep down, I always want what’s bad for me.

Like Garrett.

He’s a single father twice my age.

But I wanted him, and I found myself doing whatever it took to get him.

The night he finally takes me is everything I dreamed of.

But afterwards...

My nightmare begins.

Now, I’m pregnant with the biker’s baby.

And caught in the middle of a vicious outlaw war.

Garrett says we can’t be together.

Says he’s too corrupted to be near me.

I’m left wondering...

Did I fall for a man too broken to love me back?

Chapter One

Garrett

Iwant to say so many things in this moment. I want to say, Pregnant? How? even though I know how—at least, what the mechanics are. I want to say, Are you sure? even though I’m certain she wouldn’t have told me unless she were sure. I want to say, You mean you weren’t on the pill? even though I was the dumbass who didn’t wear a condom, like an idiot. I want to say, You mean I’m going to be a dad again? even though I never had any intention of having a child after Helena.

I want to say all of these things simultaneously. I want to holler at her, and I want to kiss and hug her. I want to be angry and ecstatic. I want to celebrate and commiserate. But I don’t get the chance to do any of those things, because suddenly, the door bursts open. My first thought is that it’s the cops, that somebody saw us, and now they’re on to me and my exploits. My second thought, when I see that the shadowy figure in the doorway is much smaller than your average police officer, is that it’s Martina, that somehow, she managed to see us, and she’s pissed as hell. I’m ready for a lecture, until I catch a glimpse of the person in the streetlight.

No, I say, shaking my head. It can’t be ... What—what are you doing here?

I’m here for a haircut, a nasally voice says, mocking me. No, why the fuck do you think I’m here, Garrett? I saw you two idiots from across the street, and I’m here to warn this poor little bitch about what a scumbag you are!

Excuse me? Olivia pipes up in confusion. Lady, I don’t know who you are. Garrett? Who is this woman?

I sigh heavily. This is exactly what I was afraid of. Olivia, I say, meet my ex-wife, Lola Brookes.

Your ... ex-wife? Olivia asks, now more confused than ever. Garrett, what the hell is going on?

What’s going on, little missy, Lola spits at her, is that you’re an idiot, and you’re shacking up with a guy who’s a sociopathic liar and who has done a lot of bad things.

Okay, hold up, I say, interjecting into the conversation. Lola, what the fuck are you doing here?

Like I said, Lola steamrolls on, I’m here to warn this skinny little bitch about who you are, Garrett. Did he tell you, little girl?

Tell me what? Olivia asks.

Olivia, I warn her. Don’t listen to this psycho bitch. Lola, you need to leave. Now.

Oh, I need to leave, huh? Lola screams. Really? I bet you haven’t told her what you do, have you?

I know what he does, Olivia yells at her bravely but stupidly. He’s part of a motorcycle club!

And do you have any idea what that means, you dumb cunt? Lola yells back at her.

Lola, I’m warning you ... I say, but I can see already that it’s too late.

He’s a heroin supplier, sweetie, Lola tells Olivia. And that’s not all. He’s paranoid. He used to come after me—spying on me and snooping around. And he kills people when it suits him. Do you remember Jigger, sweetheart? she asks me. Or Knuckles? Or Brain Drain?

That was—those were— I’m momentarily tongue-tied. I never wanted Olivia to find out about any of this ... well, at all, but especially this way. And what the fuck is Lola doing in this part of town anyway? It makes no sense. My head is spinning, and Olivia is looking at me like I’m some kind of freak.

Garrett, Olivia whispers in shock, is this—is this true? Are you ... are you a drug dealer? Are you a murderer?

It’s—it’s complicated, Liv, I mutter, glaring at Lola. I’m not—I don’t kill for pleasure or anything.

"Yes, but you have killed people, haven’t you?" she asks, her voice barely audible.

I look down at the ground. It’s ... it’s complicated, I repeat myself. I can’t—I’m not—

How the fuck is it complicated, Garrett? Olivia asks, almost hysterical. It’s a simple question. Here, you can ask me. ‘Gee, Liv, have you ever killed someone?’ ‘No, Garrett, I’ve never killed anyone.’ There, you see? I did it just fine. Now answer the goddamn question, Garrett: have you ever killed anyone?

I look down at my feet. I don’t have anything I can say. I’m cornered, and there’s no way I’m getting around this. I have to answer, and I can’t just say It’s complicated again. So I look up at Olivia, feeling for the first time in my life embarrassed about the things that I’ve done. Yes, Liv, I say at last. I have killed people. I’ve had to. Almost every time, it was them or me.

Oh bullshit, Lola calls