All Chapters of Secret Curves (Dangerous Curves 5): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

She’d always suspected that Curtis was a dangerous man, though she had no real idea in what way. Yeah, she’d seen him brutally and viciously beat drunk men to a pulp, but then again, that was his job. Bouncing at Curves meant that Curtis was among the first people to step forward when trouble started – and trouble started there often. While everyone else ran from the violent assholes with the guns and knives and pool cues, Curtis walked right on up to them, and he always came out on top. He was fast, and strong, and merciless, especially when one of the female staff or customers had been touched or roughed up. He was an expert and fearless fighter, and in eighteen months of working with him at Curves, Tessa had never seen him tender. Oh, sure, she’d seen him kind, funny, careful. Gentle, even. But tender? Never, not even close – not until that day at Jax and Sarah’s engagement party. And it had scared the hell out of her to see him direct that look her way. It had knocked the breath

"Hey, man,” Aidan had called, his Texan drawl more pronounced than usual. Curtis knew that he did that to warm up to the ladies, and damned if the fucker didn’t get away with it every single time. On many, many occasions, Curtis had watched the female Curves clientele practically melt into a puddle right in front of Aidan, shedding their panties as they went down. “C’mon over and meet Tessa Mahoney. Darlin’, this is Curtis Manning.”Tessa. Fucking beautiful name.He’d stalked over, stood next to her. She wasn’t a small woman, and she'd been in sexy-as-all-hell high-heeled boots that added about three inches to her height, but he still towered over her. He'd stuck out a large hand, wishing that it wasn’t so rough. “Hi,” he'd growled at her.“Hi,” she'd responded, her hand disappearing in his. “You work here too?”“Yeah.” He’d jammed his fists into his jeans pockets. Fuck, his hand was tingling from even that minute contact with her soft skin. “I bounce.”“Curtis is one of your persona

She'd stared back, her beautiful face a bit startled. Curtis knew that she'd been surprised by this different side of him, this softer, kinder side, a Curtis who teased and flirted, and he'd wondered if she was finding it too much, too soon. He was just about to apologize for his presumption when she'd given him an impish grin.“Wow,” she'd said, her voice sultry and teasing in return. “So you’ve got a hidden sweet tooth, huh?”“I do.” He'd grinned on back at her, loving the game. “I like to nibble on sweet things when nobody’s looking.”“What kind of sweet things?”“Hmmmm.” He'd blinked at her innocently. “Sugar cubes.”“Like a horse?” She'd looked him up and down. “God knows, you’re as big as one.”“You know it, babe.”She'd giggled a bit, and handed him a piece of cake. She'd watched as he took a big bite, then shook his head.“It’s amazing,” he'd said. “Perfect. Thank you.”Tessa had blushed. “You mean it?”“Yeah.” He'd taken another bite. “I think it’s the best first birthday cak

King had handed Warren back to The Fallen Angels with nothing but misgivings, and by that point, Warren had started to fully understand just what it meant to Prospect for a one-percenter MC. It meant nothing good, and sure enough, in the months since he’d been returned and had been made a full member, Warren’s life had gone straight to hell. It was one violent event, and confrontation, and night, after another – and Mirrie was utterly frantic every time she heard about something befalling a Fallen Angel. So Warren was safe, at least for now, though Mac was sure the kid’s days were numbered.“Three of the MC members are dead, huh? Damn.” Mac shook his head, then paused. “And did you hear anything about…” He trailed off.She knew what he was asking, though. “Dad and Donovan are OK, too.”Mac nodded. Truly, he didn’t give two fucks about Sandy ‘Sands’ Kane or Donovan ‘Joker’ Kane. But seeing as they were Mirrie’s father and older brother, he felt obliged to ask, even though he hated the

"Oh. Oh, yeah,” he said. OK, that was fucking lame, and he knew it. “Yeah, I remember.”“No, you didn’t.” Her voice was soft, but he heard the hurt below the words. “You forgot, Matt. If you’d come home an hour later, I’d have been at the airport, and you wouldn’t have had a goddamn clue that’s where I was.”“Honey…”“No.” She stood up now. “I have to go and get ready.”“I’ll drive you to the airport,” King said, desperate to make this right. “I’ll take you, OK?”“I booked a taxi,” Naomi said. “So don’t worry about it.”She walked across the living room, and he watched her go. She paused, turned, glanced at the TV again.“I love you for going out there night after night, and taking down the bad guys, babe,” she said slowly. “I love you for saving people trapped in horrible situations, for getting kidnapped kids home, for protecting the defenseless. I love knowing that every time you come back from whatever you were doing, and wherever you were, the world is a safer place.”King heard