บททั้งหมดของ Dark Curves (Dangerous Curves 6): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Jackson Taylor was just climbing into bed when his cell phone went off. Not his personal phone, though, and not his phone for King’s Men. No, it was his third phone, the one that Jack used for the specific purpose of staying in contact with Ace Cuddy. Right away, Jack’s whole body went into high-alert mode. Code Red, man, and no lie.He grabbed the phone, stared at the number for a second. Yeah, it was Ace – which was good, Jack supposed – but everything else about this call was potentially bad.The arrangement was that Jack called Ace, never the other way around. Ace stuck to texts, and they never said more than ‘OK’ as Ace agreed to a meeting time and place that Jack proposed.Also? How did Jack know for sure that it was Ace at the other end of the line? Maybe his cover had been blown, his phone taken… and the voice that would come out into Jack’s ear would belong to one of Ace’s Fallen Angels MC brothers, looking to see who the hell their President had been talking to secretly.If

Warren ‘Derby’ Kane stared at the woman in front of him, his face carefully arranged in a cold, hard expression. Over the past eight months, he’d practiced the look in front of a mirror for hours on end, and now he could just slip it on at will.She tossed her blonde hair over her slim shoulder, hitched her barely-there skirt high enough to flash her bare pussy, gave Warren a smoldering, sexy little glance. One that clearly said, ‘Come fuck me.’ One that should have had him hard enough to pound nails. One that was every teenaged boy and grown man’s wet dream.He couldn’t have been less interested.All he wanted was to get the hell out of there. Away from the blonde missing her panties, away from this biker bar, away from his fellow MC members. Away from his whole damn life.Eight months ago, Warren had taken a wrong turn. He’d set foot on a road without really understanding what he was doing, and that had led him to some horrible, horrifying places. He’d beaten people up, he’d burned

Four hours later, Warren slammed the button on his alarm clock, rolled over with a groan. Jesus God, he was tired. He’d slept badly, far worse than usual, and his sheets were a tangled mess all around him.He forced his ass up, forced his ass into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, took in his eyes all bloodshot from lack of sleep, his tousled dark-blond hair, his muscular chest covered in tattoos. He ran his hand over his beard, briefly considered giving it a trim, decided against it. Of all the ways that he’d changed over the past eight months, there were only two that he actually liked. The first was the ink, though he hated that the large one on his upper back was the official Fallen Angels tattoo. It made him feel marked and dirty, but at least it was behind him, so he didn’t have to look at it. The second was his beard.Warren was almost twenty-six years old, but he’d always looked way younger. He knew now that it had partly been a naturally youthful appearance,

The woman sobbed once more, and Joker took a menacing step towards her.“I just said –” he growled, his arm raised to backhand her.“Hold up,” Ace said, stopping Joker. “Nobody touches her. Kirk’s orders. He wants her unharmed until negotiations begin, in case we have to provide proof of life.”At the mention of Kirk’s name, Joker backed up, and Warren quietly exhaled in relief. He was happy that beating a woman around didn’t appear to be in his job description, since he had no stomach for that at all. Having said that, he wasn’t totally delighted that this woman somehow had ties to Kirk Jensen. Warren made a point of staying away from him as much as possible, and had managed to avoid so much as making direct eye contact with the man. But if this woman was on Kirk’s shit list, and Warren was involved with her in some way, then his luck had just run out. He stared at her now, his face as blank as he knew how to make it, giving away none of his annoyance and unease. His first thought

Shay took a deep breath, then another one. Warren watched her lick her lips, and realized that she’d been without food or water for hours. How many hours, he wondered. God, maybe as many as fourteen. That was no damn good: the last thing he needed was her passing out on him from hunger or dehydration.Abruptly, without a word, he spun around, stalked over to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, put it on the island.“C’mere,” he said roughly. “Drink.”Shay hesitated, still hugging herself.“Come. Here.” His voice was pure steel now. “Don’t make me come over there and get you, girl. You won’t like it if that happens.”She gave a small gasp, stumbled to her feet. He watched as she swayed for a few seconds, and he had the uneasy thought that she’d pass out almost for certain. God knows, she’d been through a lot, and if she felt dizzy or faint, he wouldn’t be surprised.Shay gritted her teeth, and seemed to give herself a mental shake. Her first steps were slow, but