Cold (Book 1): Inferno Hunters MC, #1
By Heather West
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This is book 1 of the Inferno Hunters MC series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!
My heart is cold, but my bed is warm.
I stopped believing in love when my enemies murdered my fiancée in cold blood.
She died in my arms, and took my heart with her.
Ellie has sworn off men forever.
Suffering hit after hit from your husband's fists will do that to a woman.
All she has left worth caring about is her innocent baby daughter.
We're perfectly wrong for each other.
But that won't stop me from making her mine.
Taking her to bed might be a horrible mistake.
There are feelings buried deep inside us that were never meant to see the light of day.
But the lust is too strong to be denied.
I HAVE to have her.
And I won't rest until it's done.
But the abusive demon that Ellie escaped isn't giving up that easily.
He's coming to drag her and her baby girl back to their living nightmare.
I've got just four little words to say to him:
Over. My. Dead. Body.
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Cold (Book 1) - Heather West
Cold: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Inferno Hunters MC) (Book 1)
By Heather West
My heart is cold, but my bed is warm.
I STOPPED BELIEVING in love when my enemies murdered my fiancée in cold blood.
She died in my arms, and took my heart with her.
Ellie has sworn off men forever.
Suffering hit after hit from your husband’s fists will do that to a woman.
All she has left worth caring about is her innocent baby daughter.
We’re perfectly wrong for each other.
But that won’t stop me from making her mine.
Taking her to bed might be a horrible mistake.
There are feelings buried deep inside us that were never meant to see the light of day.
But the lust is too strong to be denied.
I HAVE to have her.
And I won’t rest until it’s done.
But the abusive demon that Ellie escaped isn’t giving up that easily.
He’s coming to drag her and her baby girl back to their living nightmare.
I’ve got just four little words to say to him:
Over. My. Dead. Body.
Chapter 1
Ellie
T able thirteen’s flagging you down, Ellie.
I turned my head away, hiding my disgust. Being unprofessional wouldn’t help me score a tip or keep my job.
I went to the table, smiling as naturally as I could.
Can we have more coffee?
I’d already poured the table of college kids at least five cups of coffee, but I told them I’d be right back with a fresh pot. I mumbled to myself throughout the walk to the machine.
Oh my God. They’ve been here for two hours,
Sandy muttered. A lifelong waitress, Sandy had seen everything.
Yeah, and I’ll be lucky if I make a dollar from them.
Nobody wanted the poor college kids who took up valuable real estate by spending hours talking, laughing, writing lame poetry or doing their homework. Meanwhile, more lucrative customers came and went while a perfectly good table sat occupied. I’d missed out on at least twenty dollars in tips in those two hours, I estimated.
Next time, I’ll take them,
she promised, patting me on the shoulder before lifting a tray laden with greasy food and carrying it to another table.
I did my best to be kind and considerate while pouring fresh cups for my four customers. Would any of you like something to eat?
I asked, eyeing up the long-empty fry basket in the middle of the table. I picked it up.
We’re good, thanks.
None of them looked up from their devices. They just didn’t get it, stupid entitled hipsters.
I turned before they could catch a glimpse of the snarl I couldn’t suppress. I’d love to see what any one of them would do if they were ever in the same situation as me.
The rest of my tables were quiet, just about finishing up their meals. I took the opportunity to sneak a few mouthfuls of food in the kitchen—the first time I’d eaten in hours. I’d been working a double, from three in the afternoon until five in the morning. I checked the clock as I shoveled soup into my mouth. Nearly eleven o’clock. Six hours to go.
Who’s watching Izzy?
Jimmy, the line cook, asked. He always made sure I had food to eat throughout my shifts.
My mom spends the night on my couch when I’m working these crazy shifts. She picked Isabella up from school this afternoon. I hate having her do it, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make the cash.
Jimmy shook his head with a wry smile. I don’t know how you do it.
He handed over a plate of eggs and bacon for a single customer at the counter.
I don’t either.
I turned with the eggs, leaving the kitchen by one of two swinging doors. I wasn’t kidding—I had no idea how I would manage to stay awake and alert until five, then make the ten-minute drive home and stay awake until it was time to get Isabella off to school. I didn’t want to sleep in between since I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to wake up once it was time to do so. It was always easier for me to stay awake straight through than to try to catch a few winks, no matter how desperately I needed the rest.
The chime above the front door sounded and I looked up just in time to see a group of rough-looking men walk into the diner. Oh great, I thought. Bikers. They were all I needed after an already challenging night.
Sandy was always better than me at being nice to people like them, the ones who came in and acted like they owned the place. All they ever did was eat like slobs, curse, pinch the fannies of the waitresses and try to make passes. Still, they were generous tippers—how they made their money, I didn’t want to know.
Sandy handed out their menus and smiled indulgently at their shenanigans—shoving each other, laughing raucously, spreading themselves out across a long table. We made eye contact. A slight jerk of her head toward the table told me they were mine if I wanted them. I didn’t want them, but I did want the money. I could easily make forty or fifty dollars from a table of ten. Isabella needed a new pair of shoes, and we were running low on groceries. I smoothed down the front of my apron and put a smile on my face before visiting the table. Here we go.
I kept smiling as I stood beside them, studying them all as quickly as I could. A very rough group. They fairly oozed ferocious energy. Hi, guys. I’m Ellie, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.
All of them looked me up and down, but I could handle that. The oldest of the group, a grizzled man who wore aviator sunglasses even indoors, grinned widely from his seat at the head of the table. I’ll say you can take care of me tonight.
Laughter all around. I was prepared for that, too.
Can I get you all started off with something to drink?
Everybody wanted coffee. Easy enough. I hurried behind the counter, setting a new pot to brew, pulling out coffee cups and saucers. I filled two pitchers with water, too, and placed water glasses on my tray. Even at a distance, I heard them muttering and joking about me. Remember the tip. Remember the tip. When I thought about the time I spent on my education, earning straight As all throughout high school and college, all to wait tables in a rundown diner while being catcalled and ogled...
I passed out the cups, the glasses, and placed a pitcher at either end of the table along with two carafes of extra coffee. After everything looked settled, I pulled out my order pad. Do you all know what you want, or do you need a little more time?
Nothing I could say would dissuade them from being slimy creeps. I told myself to be strong, that they’d find a way to put a sexual spin on anything I said. It didn’t help that the diner’s owner thought it was adorable to have his waitresses wear the old-fashioned striped dresses fashionable in diners decades earlier. The dress’s hem fell right to the middle of my thigh, and its cut showed off every curve of my body. I might as well have been naked, seeing as how the bikers took inventory of me with their eyes.
I think we all know what we want, honey.
More snickers, more leering.
I squared my shoulders. I meant to eat.
So did we.
More laughter.
My cheeks burned hotly.
Quit it.
A rough voice, low and sonorous. It fairly rumbled. My eyes met the eyes