Steel (Book 3): Comanche Sons MC, #3

By Kathryn Thomas

This is book 3 and the finale of the Comanche Sons MC romance series! 

 

Chest like iron. Abs like metal. Heart like the coldest steel.

 

He's too dangerous to fall for…

But too gorgeous to refuse.

Chance Truman is a killer with demons on his trail…

So why do I keep coming back to his bed?

 

RILEY TANNER

 

Chance Truman is a devil in the streets and a god in the sheets.

A member of the Comanche Sons MC, he had a reputation as a world-class heartbreaker.

Every girl in town has a story about their one night with him.

But it was only ever one.

No one had ever managed to hook him for more…

 

Until me.

 

I was sure he'd leave me behind just like he did with every other girl.

But Chance had different ideas.

Every night in his arms is pure ecstasy.

 

I just don't know how long it'll last.

 

CHANCE TRUMAN

 

I'm sick of the game.

It's bloodshed every day with no end in sight.

Too many dead men in my past.

Too many skeletons in my closet.

 

I want out.

I want everything I sacrificed to get here.

Like safety. Happiness. Peace.

 

And above all, a family.

 

I'd never found the right girl.

But Riley is shining light into the darkest parts of my soul.

She's making me believe there's a chance, even for a killer like me.

 

Maybe we'll find our happily ever after.

 

But if anyone tries to take her from me…

I'll go right back to my killing ways.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393600237

Book preview

Steel: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Comanche Sons MC Book 3)

By Kathryn Thomas

Chest like iron. Abs like metal. Heart like the coldest steel.

HE’S TOO DANGEROUS to fall for...

But too gorgeous to refuse.

Chance Truman is a killer with demons on his trail...

So why do I keep coming back to his bed?

RILEY TANNER

Chance Truman is a devil in the streets and a god in the sheets.

A member of the Comanche Sons MC, he had a reputation as a world-class heartbreaker.

Every girl in town has a story about their one night with him.

But it was only ever one.

No one had ever managed to hook him for more...

Until me.

I was sure he’d leave me behind just like he did with every other girl.

But Chance had different ideas.

Every night in his arms is pure ecstasy.

I just don’t know how long it’ll last.

CHANCE TRUMAN

I’m sick of the game.

It’s bloodshed every day with no end in sight.

Too many dead men in my past.

Too many skeletons in my closet.

I want out.

I want everything I sacrificed to get here.

Like safety. Happiness. Peace.

And above all, a family.

I’d never found the right girl.

But Riley is shining light into the darkest parts of my soul.

She’s making me believe there’s a chance, even for a killer like me.

Maybe we’ll find our happily ever after.

But if anyone tries to take her from me...

I’ll go right back to my killing ways.

Chapter One

If there was anything worse than being kidnapped, it was that she could be the cause of death for the person whom she loved the most in the world. Riley twisted against the ropes that held her. If there was any way she could escape, she would make sure that Chance stayed out of trouble—but, of course, the ropes didn’t even budge. She’d been brought here against her will, and now there was no hope for her. Once she outlived her usefulness to the Comanche Sons, they would hand her over to Wesley, her brother, who wouldn’t waste too much time before he killed her.

Her fate was sealed.

The only thing she could do was save Chance, but until now, she didn’t have a prayer of doing so.

The door opened, and in came Mathew. He was carrying a phone in his hand. I hope some sense has prevailed by now. Are you ready to contact Chance?

No, she barked out. It was the same answer that she had been giving for the past many hours. In any case, you’re not going to let me go free so what’s the point of doing anything to appease you.

Good point. Mathew sat on the chair. I do believe that you’re right. The thing is...there is a way we can both help each other.

She simply couldn’t place her faith in this man. He hired her brother to kill Simon and in exchange promised him that he could have an opportunity to kill her. How could she trust anything he said? How?

You call Chance here, and I’ll let you go.

And what about the deal you made with Wesley?

I will renege on it. He laughed. We’ve already paid him for Simon’s murder, so as far as I am concerned, I don’t owe him anything.

What was to stop him from reneging on this new deal with her? It was obvious that the man was a consummate liar. He didn’t keep his word to anyone, and his only allegiance was to himself and to this club whom he was nurturing. The Comanche Sons was fast becoming more than a biker’s club; it was now a notorious organization that had its hands in various illegal pies and now even murder.

If I call him, what will you do to Chance?

We’ll ask him to take back his statement from the police and stop cooperating with them regarding Simon’s murder.

As much as she knew Chance, she knew that he wouldn’t ever do that. By killing Simon, they pushed him away. He would never allow them to get away with it. Chance was a man of good principles. He’d liked and respected Simon, and now there wasn’t anything they could do to stop him from helping the police get to the bottom of this mystery. Also, she didn’t believe for a second that all Mathew wanted was an opportunity to talk. He would kill Chance, just as he murdered Simon. This man was dangerous, and this place was too, and she didn’t have any intention of luring Chance here, even if that was her only hope of saving her own life.

I am not calling him.

He frowned. Clearly, he wasn’t used to getting so much resistance from someone he considered to be vulnerable. She thought he was stupid. Did he really think she would sacrifice Chance to save her life? She loved Chance. Sure, she never said those words to him and never even admitted them to herself before she got into this mess, but she realized the true depth of her feelings now. There was no way would she ever do anything to hurt Chance.

I don’t think you realize the gravity of your situation. You’re our prisoner, and your bother isn’t far away. One word from me and he would rush here to put an end to your story. Is that what you want?

I have been running away from Wesley for a long, long time. She stared him right in the eyes. If you think you’re going to scare me by mentioning it to me, trust me I became immune to that particular threat a long time ago. He will kill me one day. I have accepted that fact. It’s just a part of who I am and the way I live. I won’t call Chance and drag him into this mess.

He glared at her. She saw his grip tighten on the phone. She had the distinct feeling that this man was similar to a keg of explosives, and if there was a slightest jolt, he might explode. She accepted that risk. You’re making a big mistake, he said.

It’s mine to make, Riley responded.

A vein pulsated on his forehead. His face flushed. He bit his bottom lip. How about I make another deal with you? If you call Chance, we will take care of Wesley for you. He won’t bother you anymore.

What will you do to him?

That would be our secret, darling. Now, come on, make that call and get out of here. Surely, a pretty girl like you doesn’t want to spend too much time in these not so comfortable surroundings.

Riley glanced at the phone. Oh! She so wanted to pick it up and call Chance. His warm voice would assure her that there was hope. She might be able to get in a word and warn him of the danger, but she knew that the instant he knew where she was, he would rush to be by her side. His safety remained with his lack of knowledge about her whereabouts. The man would lay down his life to save her—and she couldn’t allow that to happen at any cost.

Resolutely, she shook her head. It’s not going to happen.

Mathew’s eyes widened in surprise at her constant refusal. Walking over, he slapped her hard on the face. Her lip split open, and she tasted blood in her mouth. The pain of it was acute, but no more than knowing that she had no one to blame for this mess but herself. If only she had paid