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

light switch and pushed it—but nothing happened. It must have gone out. “Love, we’ve got to talk,” he said.
     
    “What?”
     
    Chance put his hand inside his pocket to take out his phone so that he could shed some light on the switch and see what was wrong with it when there was a loud, clattering noise—and then all hell broke loose.
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Riley had always thought that she would die quickly, that when the end came she wouldn’t really feel anything, but as soon as she heard the loud sound in her apartment, fear coursed through her veins. She shivered. A chair had fallen over as someone rushed towards them.
     
    It wouldn’t be a pleasant death.
     
    “Get out,” she yelled to Chance.
     
    He was near the door and could leave. When he groped for the switch once more, she whirled and turned towards the door, but someone grabbed her hair and pulled her back. She yelled loudly. Shock made her freeze, and she wasted a few precious moments as the attacker pulled her back towards him. She felt his hard body as she collided into him. She’d trained hard for this and learned so much, and perhaps it was that instinct that saved her life. She jabbed her elbow hard in his stomach and heard him gasp for breath, but he was strong.
     
    “What the fuck!” said Chance.
     
    Chance still wasn’t out of the apartment and Riley knew he should leave before he got sucked into this mess that wasn’t his. If he remained, he would die. She just knew it. The terror that overcame her was not only for her safety—but for his. She shouldn’t have gone out with him. If she hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been here tonight. He would be safe. Instead, he was here, groping about in the dark, probably looking for another switch.
     
    His phone came to life, and she saw the brief strip of light illuminate his face which was frozen in a horrified look. “Go away,” she said before a hand clamped on her mouth, and the attacker dragged her back towards the bedroom. He’d been in her apartment for some time and appeared to know the layout. If he took her in the bedroom and locked the door, her chances in that cramped, narrow space would substantially reduce. She couldn’t allow him to take her inside.
     
    Riley had spent the last many years not only honing her shooting skills but also learning karate. She didn’t want to go down without a fight. After preparing for this moment for past decade, she couldn’t simply give up. The man was stronger than her, but physical strength was not everything.
     
    She raised her leg and brought her foot down on his foot. He cried out. Using the opportunity, she clamped her teeth on his arm. He screamed. She whirled around, kicked him in the groin, and he doubled over with pain. Something clattered on the floor. She attempted to run but his recovery was faster than she expected. He seized her around the waist with his other hand. She fell on the floor, and her head hit the corner of the overturned chair hard enough to make her see stars. He collapsed on top of her to keep her pinned.
     
    “You fucking bitch,” he gasped.
     
    She couldn’t see a damn thing, but she felt him grope on the floor as he looked for whatever he had dropped. A knife! It had to be that. If he’d a gun, he would’ve shot them the moment they came in. No, he was carrying a knife, and that’s why he grabbed her because he needed her to be close to him. If he found it, she was dead.
     
    She kicked on the floor, desperate to get away before he found his weapon. She raked her fingers over his face, tried to kick him in the groin again, but he refused to budge away from her. Suddenly, he was pulled off her. The sudden loss of weight stumped her for a moment until she realized that Chance had abandoned his quest to find another light switch and was instead struggling with the attacker. She heard them scuffle. Someone cried out.
     
    Praying that it wasn’t Chance, she ran to the door and opened it. Light