Heaven’s Regrets (Book 1)

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COMPLETE Cassie’s life, as the only daughter of Hawk, The president of the Heaven’s Regrets Mother Charter, has been filled with hardship. Not the least of which was the loss of her mother when she was a young girl. Her mother was killed during an attack on Hawk, which The Saints had perpetrated. That incident had sparked a war between the two clubs that had lasted twenty years so far. The Saints were determined to destroy Heaven’s Regrets and would stop at nothing to achieve their goal. By the time Lucas, aka Ghost, had appeared in Cassie’s world, she had already suffered through more trauma than most people would see in a lifetime. But, by chance or perhaps fate, the two of them, both lost and lonely souls, fit together perfectly. The connection between them was undeniable from the start. Ghost has no experience with love. All his life, he’d been sabotaging himself just to avoid the pitfalls of heartbreak. Even so, Cassie only wants to be with him. If they want a happy ending together, they’ll need to navigate a world where trouble lurks around every turn. From betrayals and kidnappings and even murder, they will have a difficult road ahead of them. **Torn Between Us: Heaven’s Regrets Book 2 up now!** **Spin-off for Cassie up now!**

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Chapter One

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The last day of school was always my favorite. Today was my last day as a high schooler, which made it even better. I tossed my backpack on the pool table, plopping down on the sofa. The bar of the clubhouse was mainly empty, aside from the club girls.

The old cabin-style look of the bar was always something I found myself zoning out on. It was comforting oddly. Even the old tattered canvases with my art splayed across the walls drew me in. Even though I’ve lost loads of time focusing on them, I still always noticed something different about each piece.

When I was younger, I was so embarrassed when Dad would hang another crappy canvas of mine up, but now that I’m older, I appreciate the sentiment. Looking at my art is something I enjoy now.

Dad wasn’t always the best at spending time with his kids as we grew up, but he did make it a point to show how important we are when he could.
I would hardly call myself an artist, but I rather enjoyed the calmness a paintbrush in my hand brought me.

The sound of the gavel pounding against the table let me know Dad had finished up Church in the meeting room. A moment later, a blur of leather filed out of the meeting room doors, flooding the bar and with a few new faces.

One of the new guys stood out from the rest. I felt an instant connection the brief moment our eyes met. I need to know him.

I've read so many stories about soulmates. It feels like I'm having one of those moments they describe. As if my soul recognized him, sending that ping of connection coursing through my body.

"Hey, kid. How was the last day?" Dad asked, grabbing a drink from one of the girls' hands before sitting on the coffee table in front of me.

"Just glad it's over, mostly. How was the meeting?" I tried to keep my focus on my Dad, but the feeling of being watched wouldn’t let me.

"Same old, same old. I had to brief a few of the new guys that got promoted up here." He nodded over to the group of new guys, and my eyes instantly met the mystery guy's gaze.

"Think they'll be a good fit?" I mainly asked because I was curious about the one new guy in particular.

"They wouldn't be here if they weren't. We're just about to take a ride, show them the ropes. You'll be alright, yeah?" He set his drink on the table as he stood, the water droplets running down the side, forming a circle.

I rolled my eyes and quickly picked the glass up and sat it on the coaster that sat two inches from it.

"Don't worry about me. Bitz has me cleaning carbs all day." I let out a small laugh. It would be a surprise if I weren’t doing carbs.

"Sounds right. See you later then, kiddo!" Dad patted my back as he stood.

"Keep the rubber side down!"

"Always." Dad replied, giving me a quick wink before disappearing out of the door.

Grabbing my bag off the table, I went out to the shop to start on the carburetors. That would most definitely get my mind off the mystery man for a while.

After cranking the radio, I grabbed my tools and sat on the stool in front of the large table that held at least ten carbs waiting for me. I'll be here awhile.

Hours that felt like minutes passed, and the faint sound of engines roaring closer brought me back to reality. Looking at the clock, it was already eleven. I barely remember doing a single carb. I went to auto-pilot after doing so many.

Calling it a night, I headed back through the bar up to my room for a shower.

After washing the day off, my stomach reminded me I hadn't eaten since this morning before school.
Throwing on a club hoodie and some sweats, I made my way back downstairs through the bar to the kitchen.

Perfect timing! The girls were finishing up the food for the club. I quickly made my way from dish to dish, piling my plate up. The nice thing about being the president's daughter, I didn't have to wait through the lines. Most of the time, I didn't mind, but tonight I just wanted to get it done and go to bed.

“Crap! I am so sorry!” I stuttered as I ran straight into someone sending food everywhere.

“Should be.” A deep voice replied, walking away, not bothering to offer help or anything.

“The hell is your problem? I said I was sorry.” My brows knitted together in frustration.

“Not hard to watch where you’re going, considering it’s packed in here.” He replied, turning back around to face me.

Then I realized it was the guy from earlier!

“Exactly why it’s easy to run into someone, asshole.” I rolled my eyes, grabbing some towels off the counter.

How the hell could I have thought there was a connection with this prick?

"What's going on here, Cass?" Sharp chimed in, making his way over to the food displayed across the floor.

"Nothing, I just dropped my food." I glared at the guy I had run into for a brief second before looking back at Sharp.

"You know you don't have to clean that up, right?" Sharp motioned his hand in the air to one of the club girls, who effortlessly made her way over with a broom in hand.

"I think she's more than capable of cleaning her mess." The mystery guy looked at Sharp, then at me. "Isn't that right, sweetheart? Isn't that one of your requirements?" he narrowed his eyes.

"I'll let that slide since you're new here." I threw the towel at him and stormed out of the kitchen. I could hear the boots stomping behind me; this is going to be interesting.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He bellowed.

"Exactly what I said." I crossed my arms across my chest, training my eyes on him.

"You sure have one hell of a smart ass mouth on you for a club slut." He smirked.

"EXCUSE YOU!" I exploded, "Club slut? Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot that because you're a man here, you automatically think every woman is your property."

"That's what you're all here for, isn't it?" He smirked, and I wanted to smack the expression straight off of his smug face.

"You're disgusting. Get the hell out of my face!" I screamed, nearly lunging at the guy.

By this point, we were drawing quite a bit of attention our way. I watched as my Dad, Sharp, and Bitz came tearing out of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, honey, is it your day off?" Mystery guy spoke as he eyed me up and down, taking in my baggy clothing.

I looked at my Dad just in time to see his face turning an awful shade of red.


So that's his name, Ghost. I can't see why with the mouth on him.

"This club slut thinks she's above me." Ghost laughed, nodding my way.

I watched Ghost's face drain of color. Maybe that's why they call him Ghost?

"Holy fuck! I am so sorry! I had no idea!" Ghost tried backpedaling, rubbing his face. As if it were okay to even speak to the girls like that in the first place.

"You're going to be fucking sorry!" Bitz piped in, stifling a laugh.

"Enough. He's new. He didn't know who I was. Not that it's okay to speak to anyone like that." I glared at Ghost, "I can take care of myself. Like I told Ghost here, I'd let it slide this time."

"You sure, Cass? He can be removed easier than he was brought in." Dad gave me his signature stern look.

"Not even worth it. I'm going to bed, night guys!" I brushed past Ghost, giving my Dad a quick hug.

"Night, kiddo!" Half the club replied simultaneously.

I felt a hand lightly grip my arm as I turned toward the stairs, so regretfully I turned back around.

"Hey, I am sorry. It's just been a long day. You should at least eat." Ghost spoke quietly.

"Don't waste an apology on me. I can see right through that fake apology. You just don't want to lose your spot here or your life. Don't try to act concerned that I didn't eat." I pulled my arm from his grip.

"Fucking Christ. It's not even about that. I couldn't give a shit less about where I am. I know I was in the wrong, and I'm just trying to make it right."

"Right. Have a good night."
 I gave him a quick nod and spun on my heels, leaving him staring at me in disbelief.

I’m guessing he probably wasn’t too used to women not crumbling from his every word. Unlike them, I grew up in a damn clubhouse. I knew how to handle myself.

I woke up the following day to my phone ringing.
“Caden? Everything okay?” I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

“Yeah, everything’s good. Is Dad there? He wasn’t picking up our calls.”

“Not sure. I just woke up myself. They had a late night with the transfer guys. I can go check and call you back.” I threw the covers off, standing up.

“Transfer guys?”

“Uh, the guys that got promoted or whatever?”

“Right. I forgot about that. Well, if you see Dad, just tell him to call us.”

“I will. When are you guys coming home? Graduation is next week.”

"I think in a couple of days, hopefully. We’ll be back in time for Graduation. I have to go, Cass. I'll see you soon." He hung up.

I haven’t seen my brothers in several weeks. They had gone to take care of some loose ends for Dad. It was only supposed to take a week at most, but the list kept snowballing, and now it’s been nearly two months.

I made my way down to the kitchen, filling my plate up with everything in sight. Thankfully it was early enough that almost no one was awake. The nice thing about living in a clubhouse is you can pretty much do as you please, don’t have to be up early to go to a regular nine to five job.

Almost everyone at school thought it was the strangest thing that I lived here, but it was normal to me. I liked that I got to grow up with the freedom I did. Sure this life had taken too much from me already, but I had a whole community to lean on here.

Glancing up from my plate, I watched Ghost stroll through the door. I couldn't help but stare; he was at least 6'6 and had intricate black ink swirling down his arms, aside from one lone bare spot. His dark curly hair bounced against his shoulders under his black Heaven’s Regrets SnapBack.

His eyes were the most attention-drawing feature, an intense shade of blue so dark they were nearly black. His signature white t-shirt very obviously hugged his torso under his vest; everyone else wore black undershirts.

He was the type of guy your parents would warn you about if you didn't grow up in a motorcycle club.

“Enjoying the view?” Ghost’s gruff voice pulled me from my thoughts. I instantly felt my face turn red.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I was just thinking how everyone but you wears black shirts.” I stumbled, out trying to cover my ass.

“Whites more my color, I guess.” He shrugged out a laugh.

“If you say so.” I turned my attention back to my food, hoping that’d be the end of the awkward moment.
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