All Chapters of Killer Curves (Dangerous Curves 3): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Gabriela Torres glanced at her watch, and felt a combination of exhaustion and panic. It was past midnight, and she was supposed to have been out of the building more than an hour earlier. But Juana hadn’t shown up – yet again – so Gabi was stuck cleaning the whole damn place on her own – yet again.She sighed, stretched her neck and shoulders. Lord, what she wouldn’t give for a whole day off. She’d sleep late, and have doughnuts for breakfast, and hang out on the sofa watching bad TV. She’d order in something greasy and delicious for dinner, and then drink cheap wine in a bubble bath. But days and nights off were non-existent in her life, and that was just her reality. At least for now.Gabi poured water into the huge metal bucket, and added the industrial-strength floor cleaner. She paused, looked down at the floor, threw in a bit more. What the hell happened here, anyway, to make this place so damn filthy? Yeah, it was a garage, but this was meant to be the kitchen area. She cleane

Gabi tore down Crown Blvd., checking the rear view mirror obsessively, shaking and panting. It wasn’t until she got a good three miles away that her breaths started to come more easily. She spotted a 7-11, and even though this was a damn lousy neighborhood to stop in, she had to. She was almost crying, and she thought she might puke.She pulled up as close to the store as she could, glad for the fluorescent lights. She didn’t want to get out of the car, but she needed some air, so she rolled down her window a bit. The mid-May night breeze was cool and refreshing, and she sucked it in gratefully, holding the steering wheel in a death-grip.Her panic was lessening and she took deeper breaths. OK. She needed to think now, think clearly and well. She had just witnessed – well, kind of – the murder of a man named Miguel by two guys named Trigger and Ace. Whatever the hell it was all about, she knew she didn’t want to know any more than that. Lord, even that much was far too much. I was ne

“Oh, no,” Gabi said, stomping down hard on the small part of her that wanted to accept his offer. “Thank you, but no. I have to be here at ten o’clock to start cleaning anyway, and I know you’ll still be sleeping then.”“Jesus Christ, woman,” he grated out. “I don’t give a crap about that, OK? I don’t mind bringing you back for your shift.”“No. That’s just silliness.” Her tone was getting all crisp and formal. “Go home, Aidan, and don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, and I’ll even have time for one of Luke’s amazing breakfasts tomorrow before I start cleaning.”He paused, still trying to find a problem with her plan. “I don’t know…”“Well, I do.” It was final, he saw now. Those dark eyes were hard and flat, and he knew that Gabriela was a woman who didn’t let herself get pushed around. It was just one of the many things that he loved about her. “I’m staying here.”“Alright,” he sighed, admitting defeat and respecting her decision. “I’ll get you some bed things and some toiletries.” He

As her cell alarm beeped shrilly on the pillow next to her, Gabi opened her eyes and groaned. She was used to getting by on very little sleep, but she was still wiped out. She’d had nightmares all night and she’d jerked awake more than once, heart pounding and hands gripping the bed sheets, sure that someone was in the room with her.I guess sort-of witnessing a murder messes with your ability to get a decent night’s sleep, huh? Surprise, surprise, honeybun.She dragged her ass out of bed and wandered to the bathroom, yawning hugely. She had another shower – a longer one this time, in an attempt to relax some of the crazy tension in her body – and got dressed again, missing the smell of Aidan surrounding her. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Yeah, she looked like hell, and there wasn’t so much as a lipstick in her purse to take a stab at doing something about it.Weary, sore, scared, she pulled back her long hair and quickly made the bed. Then she sat down on it and con

Gabi finished her breakfast and headed down to the staffroom to grab all the cleaning supplies. She was relaxed and happy to be in her familiar, soothing routine. She’d worked at Curves for almost three years, and it really was like a second home in some ways. She knew the guys well – Jax and Aidan, and their friends King and Mac – and she trusted them, despite their tough demeanors and shady backgrounds.She scrubbed, swept, washed, rearranged. She chatted with Luke and Alex and Curtis; when the bouncers left, she nodded at the second shift. It was Dillon and Wes today, and she knew that no matter who was here watching the place, she was as safe as she’d ever be.“Hey, Dillon?” she said while she was waiting for the floor to dry. “Is Mister Jax going to be in today?”Dillon Saunders stared down at her. “Yeah,” he said in his rough voice. “He has to call in another girl for tonight.”She paused. “You mean a waitress?”“Yeah. Donna quit last night.”“She did?”“Yep. No notice at all.”