Free Twisted Scars (Comanche Sons Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Sophia Hampton Page A

across the room. The men wanted her; the women liked her; and she was blithely ignorant of the effect she had on people. Jane looked far calmer and happier as she bustled from table to table. “The young waitress has picked up.”
     
    “Johnny wanted to throw her out, but Riley took her under her wing. Transformed the girl. It’s a good thing too because Jane needs the money.”
     
    It was so like Riley to think about others. She didn’t form a lot of attachments, but when she did so, they lasted. She was loyal to a fault. And kind, too. And he was an idiot who was falling in love and was hell bent on denying that. Chance forced that thought away from his mind. He didn’t want to waste time on it. Whatever happened would happen. He couldn’t worry about everything. “How is work?”
     
    “Good, yeah. Except I heard that Johnny and some of the other guys had a fight and the club might split,” said Ryan.
     
    “Rumors,” he said. Chance had also heard about trouble in the ranks. Something to do with a deal that went bad. The club didn’t just own bars; they also held their tentacles in other businesses, not all of them legal of course. Chance stayed away from such trouble. Ever since he was thrown out of the army, he’d vowed to keep his nose clean. One bad break in life was enough to set him on the right path. He did his work and got out. That was all that he wanted—and now, of course, he wanted Riley to be a part of his journey. Ryan walked away to deliver the orders to the kitchen staff, and Chance drank his beer.
     
    Riley strolled towards him, carrying a tray. “A few more minutes, and then I’ll be off.”
     
    “I’m ok.”
     
    She left again. He hated that she worked such late hours. Ever since they started going out, he tried to come to meet her at night so that they could leave the bar together. Of course, it was nice to know that when he wasn’t around, Ryan was there. Riley was careful that way. He liked that. “So who’s the guy who came around yesterday when it was Riley’s day off?” said Ryan as he came back outside.
     
    “Which guy?”
     
    “Tall, broad-shouldered, good-looking.  He asked about Riley, and when we said that she worked here, he disappeared.”
     
    His ears perked. What the hell was that? Was she seeing someone on the side? He didn’t think that she was the sort of woman who two-timed, but he’d been duped once and didn’t have any intention of falling under the same trap again. Jealousy was a hot lance in his heart. “Who was he?”
     
    “How the hell should I know, man? Thought you would.”
     
    He shrugged, trying his best to look indifferent. He wasn’t. Chance was burning to know who this other man was. “Maybe someone she met before or her family member. Why don’t you ask her?”
     
    “Yeah, I will.” Ryan looked uneasy, as if he was sorry that he’d brought up the topic. “Listen, I’ve got a hot date tonight, so I am going off from here. You will drop Riley off, won’t you?”
     
    “Yeah, don’t worry.”
     
    He longed to ask her about this guy, but Chance kept his mouth shut as he rode with her to her apartment. He didn’t want to come across as some jealous dude who couldn’t bear to have another man come near his girlfriend. “So I’ve got plans for the weekend,” he announced as they got off the bike. “Or whenever you can take time off from work.”
     
    She slung her purse on her shoulders and held his hand as they walked up. There was no need for her to ask him to stay the night; he was going to do it anyway. “What plans?”
     
    “A friend of mine has a cabin in the wilderness. It’s miles away from civilization, and I thought we could go there and hang out on the beach.”
     
    “Miles away from civilization? What the hell does he do there?”
     
    “He hunts in the woods that surround that place, but we won’t do that. I’ve got better things on my mind.”
     
    She squeezed his hand as they walked up to her