Semua Bab Gentle Curves (Dangerous Curves 4): Bab 11 - Bab 20

Mac leaned against the bar at Dangerous Curves, staring at the pool tables as his friends chatted around him. To a casual observer, he was intently watching the games; in reality, he was gazing at nothing at all. He was thinking, and thinking hard.He’d been thinking hard all day, actually, ever since Mirrie had walked out of the café that morning. He’d let her go without a word – not wanting to push her or scare her – but that didn’t mean that he had any intention of letting her go for good. He’d lost her once, and he wasn’t letting that happen again. No goddamn way.The question, of course, was how to stop that from happening again. She’d been right about her asshole father and brother being threats. Mac knew almost as well as Mirrie what could and almost definitely would happen to her – and to Mac – if The Fallen Angels found out that she’d come clean about everything. And no fucking way Mac was letting those animals get their hands on her again. He’d die himself before that was go

Mac hesitated. “I can’t tell you everything, guys.”“How come?” King said.“Because it involves someone else. I don’t want you to know about them and their part in it all.”“Then no go,” Aidan said. He turned to the door, and reached for the handle.Mac started. “Wait! That’s it? You won’t tell me what you have?”“Nope.” Aidan shook his shaggy blond head. “No fucking way.”“Why?”Aidan turned back to face him. “I don’t hand out my secret weapons of mass destruction without knowing what they’re being used for.”Mac grinned a bit at that. “So it’s a nuclear option, huh?”“You’re goddamn right.” Aidan paused, decided to act on his hunch. “Is she worth going nuclear over?”Mac jumped about two feet in the air. “How’d you know…”Aidan shrugged. “A wild guess. So I was right? This is about a woman?”Mac sighed, and sat down heavily on the sofa. “Yeah.”His friends moved closer, intrigued. They’d known Mac for just over five years, off-and-on. He’d been a Curves regular for a while, then he’

Three days later, Mirrie dragged herself to work at The Web Café for the seven a.m. shift. She both felt and looked like hell and she knew it: she’d barely slept or eaten since running into Shane at the art centre event. She thought about him constantly; she saw him everywhere; she longed for him in a way that kicked the breath right out of her. God, she missed him.Memories washed over her now: Shane visiting her in the hospital after that brutal beating, on the pretext of ‘checking her over’, but really, just to see her. Shane sneaking her favorite white chocolate chip cookies past the nurses and doctors; Shane holding her up as she took her first shaky steps; Shane finally asking her to dinner, after a gentle six-month dance of flirtation and unwavering belief in her. Shane kissing her, undressing her, carefully running those large hands over every inch of her fragile body. Shane lying next to her after making love, stroking her face, whispering that she was the strongest, bravest

“Are you sure they’d still care?” Spider asked softly. “I mean, yeah. Four years ago, they were still pissed about you walking away from them, but so much time has passed since then. Don’t you think that maybe they’ve just forgotten about you? About both of you?”Mirrie stared at him, totally incredulous. “Do you know anything about MC members?”Spider shrugged and lowered his eyes. “Yeah. A bit.”“Well, one thing you clearly don’t know is that MC’s never ever forget a slight or let go of a grudge. There’s no such thing as a statute of limitations with these kinds of guys, OK? Four years is like four minutes to them, trust me.”Spider was silent. “Spider, please.” Mirrie fought to keep her voice steady. “Please get him out of here. It’s not safe for him or for me. Please… help me.”“Yeah, alright.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “I’ll help you.”“God, thank you.” The relief was immense as it washed over her. “So let’s go and ask him to leave…”“No.” Spider snapped out the word. “No, th

Then she just left him, left him alone. Just walked away without a word, left a screaming, gaping black hole in the middle of his world. And for the first time in his life, Mac had understood what Royce had gone through when he'd lost Mac's mother. It made Mac feel sorry for his father, in a strange way. It made him understand the man, maybe just a little bit.He drank some coffee now, and stared at Mirrie bustling around the café, still marveling at all the outward changes. Not that he minded them, not at all. Yeah, he’d loved her all-natural beauty from before, her flowing blonde hair and her loose clothes, but she looked incredible now too. He lingered on her face piercings, zeroed in on the one in her lip. He longed to give it a gentle tug with his teeth, to run his tongue around it as he kissed her. He wanted to clench his hands in her brightly-dyed hair, lick the tattoo on her neck as he stared deep into those incredible eyes, and thrust inside her hot little body.And speaking