Killer Curves (Dangerous Curves 3) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

He launched himself at her, lifted her gently into his arms. God, she was so small, so helpless right now. He looked down, and her bare feet tugged on his heart for some reason. “Gabriela?”She moaned and turned her head. Her eyes flickered open and she stared up at him, confused and a bit frightened.“Aidan?”“Yeah, it’s me.” He stroked her hair. “Stay still.”“What – why am I on the ground? Outside?” Her voice was hoarse.“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I need to make sure you’re OK. Are you?”“Am I what?”“Are you OK?”“Umm.” She shut her eyes and winced a bit. “I think so.”“Does your head hurt?”“No, not really. My throat and my neck.”He lifted her chin, and that was when he saw the redness and bruising. The fucker must have cut off her air until she passed out. I cannot wait to get my hands on him. I’d just need two minutes, I swear to Christ.“Can you sit up?” he asked.She nodded and he helped her. She touched her throat.“Why does it hurt so much? What happened?”A

When King walked into Curves, Jax held the door and nodded at him, his hair tousled and his eyes still glazed from sleep. “Aidan called you too, huh?” King said.“Yep. Let’s go, man.”Without a word, King followed him down the hall to the crash rooms. He paused at the door of Number Two, took in the scene: the smashed door, a man sitting in a chair with a glowering Curtis standing over him, a bruised and banged-up Gabi sitting on the bed in jeans and an oversized shirt, wrapped in a blanket and shivering, Aidan next to her, looking furious and worried. King walked over to her, lifted her chin to see the marks on her neck.“Alright?” he said quietly.“Yes.” She shook harder. “I’m glad you’re here.”“Tell me what’s going on, Gabi.”She sighed. “OK.”“Get him out of here for now,” Jax ordered Curtis. “We’ll talk to him separately.”“Sure thing.” Curtis hauled the kid to his feet. “Move it, dickhead. Next door.”Warren Kane went without a word, looking shocked. He still didn’t understand

Now her dark eyes swung over to him, and he almost flinched at the force of her anger. “I don’t get vacation time.”“You do now.” He held her stare. “Paid.”“What?”“You’ve worked here for three years, right? Done a great job, kept everyone happy, never once talked about anything you’ve seen in the bar. I know you’re not full-time or anything, but maybe it’s time to offer you a few perks – like maybe one month’s paid vacation? Starting tonight?”“Um…” Gabi was trying to think just what she wanted to object to first, but King spoke up before she could articulate a single thought. He had another concern to direct at Aidan.“You really think you can keep her safe at your place, man? What happens if someone comes through the door at you?”Aidan shrugged. “I shoot ‘em in their goddamn heads.”They all stared at him again.“You know how to use a gun?” Jax said. “Hell, yeah,” Aidan said. “I used to be DEA back in Dallas.”For the second time that night, King and Jax found they were totally

“To stand outside that door.”“That’s it?”“Yep. He’s not telling me anything about why Trigger wants Gabi, or what he’ll do to her once he gets her. He says he knows nothing about Santos, nothing about nothing, really.”“That little punk’s actually holding out on you?” Jax shook his head. “I guess he has a death wish, huh?”“Oh, no, he’s not holding out, believe me. I can be very… persuasive, shall we say, if I really want to know something, and I used all my powers of persuasion with him. No, he’s not talking because he truly knows jack-shit. My guess is that they didn’t give him a single clue what they were involving him in. All he knows is the other two guys are called Don and Lizard – guess which one’s which – and they’re from upstate. They aren’t even MC members, just kind of petty criminals for hire.”“Can you use that somehow? Have him talk to the cops about the plan to kidnap Gabi?”“Not really. He’s not terrifically useful that way – but I hope we can use him.”Jax twigged r

Trigger stared at his VP in disgust. “Because I don’t negotiate or do deals, fuckhead, and I don’t want to get a rep for doing it, not even once. Also? I don’t believe that she’ll never talk, OK? It may not be this year or in the next ten years – but she will talk one day. All bitches do, they can’t help it, and I ain’t waiting around for that to happen. And finally? So what if they know who killed the cunt? Who cares if King gets all pissy about it and starts to watch us more carefully? Every fucking cop in the state and King’s Men already watch us like hawks. How would it be any different to what we have now?”“It’d be personal,” Ace pointed out. “That always makes people act different, for damn sure.”“Maybe.” Trigger shrugged. “But even if he’s ready to kill us, Kingston won’t… that ain’t his style ‘cause the man’s a fucking pussy. And anyway, it’s all about what he and the cops can actually prove, right? It’s always about that, remember. I don’t care what the hell they think we’v