All Chapters of Dark Curves (Dangerous Curves 6): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Warren shrugged on his heavy leather jacket, headed out the front door. He turned left, knowing that there were cabins and businesses in that direction, so the chance of getting a cell signal was semi-decent.He trudged through the snow, checking the bars on his cell every twenty paces or so. Nothing doing, and his frustration level started to rise as time passed and his cell stayed stubbornly without reception.It would have been easier to call from the land line, naturally, but that was a non-starter and a no-brainer. Once he and Shay had vanished, The Fallen Angels would check the phone records for damn sure – and Warren didn’t want to leave any proof of his connection to this person. He was sure that they could take care of themselves, and God knows they had some seriously terrifying friends, but still. No sense leaving any trail, if it could be avoided.He glanced down now, and was stunned when he saw bars on the cell phone. Holy fuck, he had reception. He quickly dialed the numb

Warren highly doubted that, and now serious worry for Shay settled into the pit of his stomach. She’d been crystal clear that Crusher wouldn’t be riding to the rescue out of any real concern for her, so he hardly thought that the man was coming here to save her from the evil clutches of The Fallen Angels because he loved Shay. His motivations were murky, to say the least.Unless he’d had a change of heart about things? Hell, maybe the past six years without his baby sister had softened him a bit, made him miss her, made him give a damn? Maybe hearing that she’d been kidnapped, and held against her will, had revived some brotherly affection?Despite himself, despite everything, Warren found himself hoping that Shay and Hal might reconcile. There was a lot of forgiving to be done on Shay’s side, and he wasn’t at all sure that she’d be capable of it – but if Warren was about to watch her walk out of his life, then he’d rather see her do that with her brother’s protection and love than on

“Hal,” she tried again. “Don’t you remember what it was like before? Before the MC? Remember right after Mom and Dad died, and you gave up your dreams to take care of me? We were a team, Hal, it was us against the world. We stuck together, we had each other’s backs. You helped me with my homework, and I made dinner and left it for you in the fridge for after your shifts at the factory. You volunteered at the community centre, and I brought you coffee from my weekend job at that café. Remember? Remember how we were?” The lump in her throat made it hard to talk, but she had to keep going. “I loved you, Hal, I loved you more than anything in the world. And I still love you… I’d do anything to get my brother back. Please. Please, Hal. Just – just come back to me. Come back, and let me go.”He stood and stared at her for a long time, stared for such a long time that she began to feel hopeful. Then he started to laugh.“Fuck, Shay.” He shook his head. “Never thought I’d see the day that you

Kirk laughed. “Don’t you want to know how I figured out that it was you?”“Nope.”“Really?”“Really.” Ace crossed his arms. “You figured it out. You’re very smart. Good for you. Gold star, man.”“I set you up,” Kirk said smugly, clearly determined to crow and boast.“Yeah. I guessed that part.” Ace tipped his head to the side, narrowed his black eyes. “Let’s see… I bet you gave each one of your top people a separate and different piece of information – maybe you gave different times or places for a drop or a meet – and then you stood back and waited to see at what time or place the cops swooped in. That told you which intel was passed on, and there’d only be one person who’d have known it.” He smiled at Kirk’s stunned expression. “Am I right?”“How the hell did you know that?” Kirk spat out.“Because that’s how I’d do it, if I were trying to flush out a rat.” Ace sighed. “So which op was it?”“Remember the drug delivery a couple of months ago? The one up in the mountains, where the ca

Ace was standing there, calm and unruffled. “Shay.”“Ace,” she said, matching his cool, though she was seconds away from a full-on heart attack. For some reason, she made a small stab at politeness, which was ludicrous, considering the circumstances. “Nice to see you again.”“You too, sweetheart. Let’s sit, alright?” Ace gestured at the living room. “I have a few things to share with you and loverboy here.”Shay shot Warren a look that clearly said, loverboy? He grinned, shrugged, and she rolled her eyes.“So the cat’s out of the bag, huh?” she said, settling on the sofa next to Warren, gripping his hand.“Totally.” Ace sat with a sigh, rubbing his sore, bruised chest. Fuck, getting shot sucked, even when wearing a top-of-the-line Kevlar. Thank Christ Kirk had specialized in shots straight to the heart; if he’d preferred head shots, Ace would be warming his toes in hell right about then. “And I want to help you.”Warren and Shay stared at him in silence. Waited as Ace just looked at t