Metalsmith and Fighter Jet finally confront Bryan Bonnage, the sinister business rival out to takeover Metalsmith’s business.
But Bonnage expected this confrontation, and takes control of the armored heroes trying to bring him to justice. Instead, Bonnage shows that even without armor or powers, he’s still the alpha male.
Dominated, humiliated, and struggling to resist, both Metalsmith and Fighter Jet worry that their relationship will be owned and controlled by their greatest enemy.
Enjoy the finale of Metalsmith’s big adventure, including the eBook conclusion, plus NSFW covers and 26 bonus images!
Preview of Metalsmith #8
Fighter Jet followed Metalsmith in silence. Below them was a trail of destroyed city blocks, withclouds of smoke and dust still climbing from the rubble. Emergency vehiclesswarmed the scenein flashes of blue and red. Several of the Crusaders sped around the perimeter, helping survivorsout of the impact zone.
The two of them could fly faster, but Metalsmith was choosing this slow speed for a reason.Fighter Jet matched it,keeping a short distance between them. Maybe it was Metalsmith beingcareful. He was emotional, at least as much as he could be. He didn’t seem like someone whocried easily. He barely made eye contact. Fighter Jet kept trying to find something to say, butnothing sounded right. There wasn’t a clear protocol for what to do after your invention destroysa major part of your city.
They were headed toward Bonnage Tower, the tallest glass cathedral looming over Edge City. Afew years back, Bonnage added a fewextra floors just to make sure his tower was taller thanSimulation Headquarters. Everything was a dick measuring contest to Bonnage, but he alwaysmanaged to win.
Metalsmith hovered in front of a penthouse window, picking one from the dozens that circledthebuilding. He seemed to know exactly where to go. Without even knocking, the whole windowslid open. Metalsmith floated in. Fighter Jet followed.
Even with all the windows, the room was dark. This was more of a haunted cult headquartersthan a tinkerer’s laboratory. There was a large painting on a far wall, something old andmythological, with a naked man at the center, and another bound up, kneeling before him. Aheadof them was a massive desk and a few viewscreens. For all his proposed genius. Bonnageseemed to use this penthouse as a throne room rather than a place for research. He wasn’tinventing anything; not like Metalsmith.
“I should install a doggie door so you superheroes can come and go as you like,” Bonnage saidfrom across the room. He tapped a keyboard, which then disappeared into the wall. “I get somany visitors these days.”
“Maybe I should have come through the ceiling,” Metalsmith said.
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