Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
EPILOGUE
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About the Author
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
RIDING WRONG. A Steel Titans MC Novel.
Copyright © Franca Storm (2020). All rights reserved.
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Cole Taylor is the top enforcer for the Steel Titans MC.
Their most loyal soldier.
Their go-to for dealing out pain, punishment and justice.
A formidable deterrent to enemies far and wide.
Turning rage into power makes him an unstoppable force.
Until he’s sent on a mission to HER.
Natasha “Nightshade” Ireland.
A well-known troublemaker, hated by the club.
An old flame he’s never been able to forget.
A shocking revelation ups the stakes for them like never before.
It’s time to take a stand.
Time to risk it all.
Time to put something ahead of the club.
He’ll wage a war to make it happen.
To protect her.
To claim her.
To finally bring her into his world.
He’s not letting her go this time.
No matter the cost.
1
~Cole~
THIS ISN’T GONNA GO DOWN WELL.
The heavy, pissed-off thump of my motorcycle boots on the disgusting old hardwood floor had hard looks from all the fuckers in the shithole bar firing my way.
Sure, it could’ve also been a couple of other things that were known attention-getters anywhere, not just in this seedy joint.
The blood, for one.
Staining my jeans, my white tee, my hoodie, and my leather jacket. Not to mention, my knuckles, where I’d inflicted major damage to four of her bodyguards on my way here.
Damn woman had a way of coercing men into risking life and limb for her sweet little ass. Hell, I knew better than most.
Aside from the blood, there was also the blade I was spinning in my hand as I moved further into the bar. I was sure some of the more experienced eyes on me knew I was also packing a pistol. The bulge of the holster at my right hip was perceptible, with just my jacket covering it from view.
Just as I caught sight of her silky mane of jet-black hair over in the far corner of the bar, three assholes stepped into my path, blocking my way.
I heard a little cackle from her. This shit was amusing to her?
“Tasha!” I yelled.
Over the shoulder of one of her bodyguards, I saw her rise to her feet. Yeah, she knew that tone from me meant I wasn’t messing around, that she was on real thin fucking ice. I was right on the edge here, for fuck’s sakes. She knew better than to drive me over it. My temper wasn’t something to be taken lightly. Ever.
Still, she tried to push it a bit, coming up on the side of the biggest guy and trailing her manicured nails over his bicep. She winked at me slyly as she gave it a sensual squeeze, the guy turning into her with a dirty fucking smirk.
That ended real quick when I stepped forward, brandishing my blade at her muscle, and told her, “I’ve already put down four, woman. Do you really want to make it seven?” I cracked my knuckles and shifted my weight. “You know what I’m capable of.” I narrowed my eyes. “Especially when anybody blocks my way to you.”
She paled noticeably and dropped her hand from the guy. Leaning into his ear, she whispered something that I couldn’t make out.
He gave a nod and signaled the other two to stand down and back off. The three of them headed over to the bar, but kept eyes on us, watching from a distance.
“Good call,” I told her. “For once,” I couldn’t stop myself from adding. To say she deserved it was an understatement.
“Let’s talk.” Rolling her eyes, she muttered, “Seeing as though you aren’t giving me a fucking choice.”
“Watch it,” I warned her.
She slapped her hand to the hip of her skin-tight black jeans, making sure to thrust her big tits out in the process. Fuck, they were popping in the black lacy tank she had on.
“Yeah?” she challenged. “Why’s that?”
I stepped up close to her. Her breath hitched as I left barely an inch between us. Looming over her, I spoke in a low growl, “You know what it does to me when you roll those Devil eyes at me.”
“Devil eyes? My eyes are green.”
Yeah, a real deep, emerald-green. I’d never seen a shade like it in anybody before. They were enthralling as hell.
“But you’ve got the flash of the Devil in them.” I breathed her in. “Especially, when you’re being real bad.”
She moved into me and trailed her hand down the length of my tee. “Something I know you enjoy about me, Cole.”
She was watching me intently, studying my reaction. Smart as she was, I knew her too well to let her outsmart me. I knew what she wanted, but she wasn’t gonna get it.
Her face fell as I stepped back, breaking her hold on me. “Not your best effort,” I said, as I headed to the corner table she’d been sitting at when I’d first walked in.
Her stiletto heels clacked on the floor as she followed me over.
“So, why are you here this time?” she asked, with a huff, as we took seats opposite one another. “Clearly, it’s not a pleasurable visit.”
I scooted my chair back so I was out of her reach. I
