Semua Bab Gentle Curves (Dangerous Curves 4): Bab 31 - Bab 40

Naomi Abbott clutched her cup of coffee, took a few deep breaths. She was still a bit stunned and shocked at the way that what she’d thought were totally separate worlds had collided. She was actually quite surprised that her whole life hadn’t imploded on impact. In one world, she’d had Mirrie and Alcoholics Anonymous. In the other, she’d had Matt, and his secret ops work, and his friends at Dangerous Curves. Sure, Matt had moved back and forth between the two worlds easily, but Naomi had never thought that Mirrie would burst out of the little AA universe. But holy hell – she sure had.The thought that Mirrie had a romantic history with Mac was astounding to contemplate. Naomi had known something about Mirrie’s family background, of course, but if truth be told, she hadn’t known all that much. Her friend had been incredibly tight-lipped about specifics, beyond her surname, and her Dad and brother, and a bit about being raised in an MC. Nothing at all about the beating that had almost

“Tell me about all of this stuff.”Mirrie raised her tousled head from Shane’s bare chest. “What stuff?”“This.” Gently, he ran his fingers over her neck tattoo, her piercings, her bright pink hair. “Why’d you decide to get it all done?”“Oh, right.” She nestled closer to his large body, and he wrapped his arms around her naked curves. “Well, a few reasons, really.”“Hmmmm?” Mac pulled the bedcovers over her more tightly. “I’m listening.”Mirrie smiled. “Well, first and most obviously, to hide.”“From me?” he asked quietly, and with no anger. He understood her choices now, he really did.“Partly, yeah. Partly I was trying to hide from the MC. But really, I was trying to disguise myself from everyone who may have known me before.”“Before you were Miranda Campbell.”“Right. I mean, like I told you, I left Denver when I was eleven, but I came back and worked here after I finished high school, so some people did know me from my office job.”“What kind of office?” Mac ran his fingers up a

“Anyway, for about six months after you disappeared, I kept the faith. Had hope. I searched for you, and I called the cops and asked about any leads. Then I kind of… got depressed. Started to lose my way, I think. I’d pulled back from the guys, never went to Curves, and didn’t even notice that I was all alone anymore. I just worked every hour that I could handle, and looked for you.”“And the guys didn’t say anything about you blowing them off and acting weird?”“Oh, no. They did. They knew something was way wrong, and they called and tried to get me to meet them for a drink. But I put them off and ignored their calls, and after about a year, they just stopped.”Mirrie nodded.“Then I woke up one day, and just knew that you were gone. That was when I finally got angry, and decided to move on from you for good. I decided to believe that you were still alive – the alternative was too fucking terrifying to contemplate, really – and that you’d just fucked off on me, and that I hated you f

“It was his choice, you know,” Spider said. “I begged him to walk away from The Fallen Angels when it became clear that Trigger was going to tap him for the VP spot. I knew that if he took the position, it’d have to end between us. There was no way that we could carry on the way that we had been – Ace wouldn’t have the freedom that he’d had as just a patched-in member, and there would be way more eyes on his every move. I knew it’d be too dangerous to continue things, and I hoped that we could just run and start again, maybe in Canada. I'd have given up a lot for Ace, back then.”“And he refused?” Mirrie asked.“Totally. Said that the club was his family and besides, he was sure that Trigger would never let him leave. And even if by some miracle he did manage to extricate himself, and we left the country under the cover of darkness or something, they'd make it their personal mission to track us down and kill us. Ace said that he didn't want to live looking over his shoulder.”“I’m sor

“OK, whoa.” Spider held up his hands. “Don’t yell at me, alright? I’ll explain everything, but keep your big, ass-kicking body over there.”“Fine,” Mac hissed. “I’m staying over here. For now.”“OK, well…” Spider looked at Mirrie cautiously. “Does he know what you were doing after you left him?”“You mean my drinking?”Spider nodded.“Yeah. He knows I relapsed for a year.” “Right.” Spider sighed. “You were so fragile back then… I wasn’t sure how you’d react to what I had to tell you, or what you’d decide to do if you knew. When you were drunk, you were unpredictable and impulsive, and I had visions of you going out to The Fallen Angels clubhouse in a blind-drunk rage and shouting at Ace. I decided to focus on helping you get sober, and then I’d share everything with you.”Mirrie was silent for a minute, then she said, “OK, yeah. I can see why you’d keep it from me when I was still drinking.”“I didn’t want to, believe me, but I had to be sure that you were stable and steady in your s