Klaus Read online Hope Ford (New Law MC #3)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: New Law MC Series by Hope Ford

Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)

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Klaus (New Law MC #3)

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Hope Ford

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I went against my club and saved the wolf shifter once… and now she’s back.
I’m the daughter of the Last Omen’s President. It was because of me that my father had to give up his territory and move. I’ve spent the last five years hated by everyone in my family and the club and I can no longer live like this.
I want to kill the man that took me and destroyed my family. If nothing else, I want my mother’s necklace back that he wears as a trophy around his neck. I still remember the man that saved me so long ago and I hope he’ll help me now.
She’s a wolf shifter and I went against my club to save her. I lost the respect of my club and my father, the president of the New Law’s.
When she comes back she’s all grown up and seeking my help. I tell her no. The whole club tells her no… we won’t put our neck out for a wolf shifter.
But when the Eater’s, our rival club, sense that she’s here and comes for her, I have no choice but to make a stand. Hopefully, it’s the right one.
This is a Steamy, Sweet, Novella. No Cliffhangers. This is the third story in the New Law MC Series. If you love short romances with alpha men, curvy women, insta love, hot love scenes, and a sweet story, then this one is for you.
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I strap the bag with clothes, money and weapons onto the cheap motorcycle I drive. It’s old and a little rusty, but it gets me where I need to go. I look back at the shitty clubhouse, hoping that my father and brothers are going to at least come out and tell me bye or wish me well. But deep down I know they won’t. They all hate me. Everyone in my family, except my sister, even the rest of the club, they all despise me, and I can’t say I blame them. I’m the reason they lost their territory. I’m the reason they all had to uproot their families and move to the other side of the mountain. None of them can look me in the face. Most of them won’t even acknowledge I’m in the same room, much less in the same family, the same club.

I hold my hand up to shade my eyes from the glaring sun. The rundown clubhouse is nothing like the one we came from. Back home, in the Klamath Mountains, we had a huge plot of land, beautiful scenery. I don’t know how to describe it really except to say it was like we were living in color. Now everything seems black and white. The clubhouse shutters are coming off and with a little bit of paint and work, it could look brand new. But none of the men care. It’s like they’re all just existing, trying to get to the next day. I know I’m to blame, but there’s a small part of me that doesn’t understand why they don’t pull it together. With a little work, this place could be something.

I keep eyeing the door, waiting on my family to at least say something to me, even if it’s good riddance.

The door swings open and I can’t lie. I’m hoping that it’s my father coming to tell me not to leave, that he doesn’t blame me for everything that happened five years ago when I was only sixteen. But it’s not him that comes through the door. It’s my younger sister, Millie - the only one who seems to care anything about me.

I can’t help but wonder if things would be different if my mother was still around. She died after giving birth to Millie and my father hasn’t been the same since. I know if she were around she wouldn’t let my father or my brothers react this way. No, she would have made the best of it. She would have pushed my father into making this little plot of land into something big and prosperous. She would have made me feel welcome and wouldn’t have let any of them treat me the way they’ve been treating me. Instead, since we got here, it’s like my father is barely living. I don’t know how his club, all the men, still look up to him, because he’s just a shell of the man that he used to be.

I smile at my sister as she runs across the dusty, graveled driveway. Even before she gets to me, I know what she’s going to say. It’s been the same thing since I announced my leaving. She doesn’t want me to go. I’m going to miss her. She’s the only thing that’s kept me going these last few years. The only reason I can leave her here is because the family loves her and treats her like a princess. I don’t begrudge her their love. She is honestly one of the easiest people to love. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to go.

But it’s been five years since we moved here and I’m not that sixteen-year-old little girl anymore. I feel like I’m stuck, like I have nothing. I have to do this.

She runs up to me, shaking her head with sadness on her face. “You don’t have to do this, Mona. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

I don’t know what to say to her. She’s tried to talk me out of it since I came up with the plan. But she doesn’t know what it’s like. She’s the only one that doesn’t blame me for what’s happened to our father’s club, the Last Omens. My father, the president of the Last Omens, had to give up his prized territory and move the club here to Oregon. The wealth and prestige they once had is gone and now all we have is this small piece of land.

“Millie, we’ve been through this. You’re the only one that doesn’t hate me for what happened. Including myself. I can’t stay here anymore and only be tolerated because I’m the Omens’ founder’s daughter. I can’t.” I don’t tell her the part that if in fact I wasn’t the founder’s daughter, I would probably be dead right now. They have killed people for way less than what I did to them.