Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dangerous Curves (Dangerous Curves 1): Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

For the rest of his life, Jax would never forget the sight that greeted him when he burst into Sarah’s house that night.My dear sweet God. So much blood.The whole room had been overturned, the furniture wrecked. There was broken glass everywhere, and the walls were covered with blood splatter. But all Jax could see was the body on the floor, crumpled and broken. If he hadn’t seen those glorious red curls, those lush curves that he’d memorized with his hands and heart, he’d never have known who it was – her face was unrecognizable. Sick, weak, scared to death, he fell to his knees next to her.“Sarah. Baby, can you hear me?” He reached out to touch her hair.“Back up, Jax.” Mac shoved him with one hand. “Don’t touch her. I mean, at all.”“Why not?”“Because I think this is bad, man.” Mac’s eyes were frightened, and more than the blood and bruises, that told Jax that Sarah was in big trouble. “Really bad. Don’t lay a finger on her yet.”“What?”Mac carefully lifted one of Sarah’s eye

Annie gasped.“OK,” Jax said, his own voice sounding very far away to his ears. “So how do you deal with the swelling?”“Drugs,” Sam said. “Drugs will sometimes reduce the swelling, which then relieves the pressure on the RAS.”“What do you mean ‘sometimes’?” Annie said. “Drugs don’t always work?”“No, Annie.” Mac’s voice was gentle. “They don’t always work… it depends how badly her brain has been damaged by the beating. The more damage inflicted, the worse the swelling, and the harder it is to control. And from what I saw when I checked her eyes, Sarah’s brain has been pretty badly damaged.”“I – I still don’t understand,” Annie repeated. “Are you telling me that she’s not going to wake up? That she’s going to die?”“I’m telling you that the swelling is bad,” Sam Innis said. “And that Sarah won’t be able to wake up until it goes down. I’m not able to say anything more right now. We need to watch her for the next twelve hours, and see if she’s reacting well to the drugs.” His brown ey

An hour later, Jax came back inside. Mac and King saw him, and they blocked his way.“You OK?” King said, eyeing his bloody, bruised hand. “Yeah.”“You want me to take a look at that?” Mac said. “It may be broken.”“It’s not broken,” Jax said. “Trust me, I know.”They looked at him, silent and worried. He walked around them, ignoring the questions in their eyes, and sat down next to Noah.“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked.“Fine.” Noah looked at him. “You want to see my new baseball cards from King?”“Yeah. That sounds good.”Noah paused and looked at Jax, and for a half-dozen heartbeats, they stared at each other. Jax was amazed to see that Noah was totally present in those few seconds, Noah really saw him and connected with him, and the warmth and compassion in those familiar blue eyes took Jax aback.“Love Sarah,” Noah said quietly.“I know you do, man.”“No,” Noah corrected. “You love Sarah.”“Yeah.” Jax felt something stinging his eyes, and he was horrified to find that they were

“I think it’s time to start facing some facts.” Mac’s voice was soft. Annie and Jax stared at him, silent. Neither one wanted to ask what the hell he was talking about. He looked right back at them, hating what was coming next. He’d been in this exact position hundreds of times, and it just never got easier. The fact that Jax was a friend, and Sarah was Jax’s heart’s blood, only made an impossible situation torturous.“Sarah’s been in a coma for over a week now,” Mac said. “No responses at all, as you know. Her vitals are strong, though, and that gives me hope, still.”They nodded.“I’m not saying it’s time to give up. Not even close. But you do need to understand that by this point, the chances of Sarah waking up without some kind of damage are pretty slim. I mean, it does happen that patients come out of a coma and are almost totally fine… but that’s rare.”“What kind of damage are we talking about here?” Jax said.“Physical or psychological, or both.” Mac’s blue eyes were steady.

“What’s that mean?”Aidan sighed. “Sig didn’t kill some bastard because said bastard hurt his family… Sig killed people for the hell of it. So while you did your time, and came out no major threat to society, he came out worse than ever. You got yourself work, and you held it down until you got fucking lucky with the lottery. And man, you used that luck to change your life, for good and for the better.”Aidan paused, gathering his thoughts.“You did something horrible, but it was a one-shot thing. A perfect storm of sorts, something that never would have happened if your Mom had lived. You’re not a killer, Jax, even though you’ve killed someone, even though you’re no pacifist. But Sig? He was a killer, and I think he was born that way. A sick little fuck, even as a kid. He died the way he lived – in violence.”Jax clenched his hands. “What are you getting at?”“That you’re not that kind of man, not in your core. You don’t have to do this.”“Do what?” Jax repeated.“Beat Dave Townsend