Lahat ng Kabanata ng Extreme Curves (Dangerous Curves 7): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Seven years ago “Ace.” Liam ‘Spider’ Valance’s brown eyes were wide with confusion and hurt. “Ace, please…. please, babe. Let’s just run, OK? Just run and leave Denver. We can start again someplace where nobody knows who we are. We can – we can be together. For real and openly and really together, for the first time since this whole thing between us began. Please.”Ace Cuddy’s eyes were much darker than Liam’s, and unlike his soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s, his were nothing but hard, heartless pools of endless night. He stopped packing his bag and stared at Liam, and it was like he had no fucking idea who this tall, slim man with a spider web tattoo across his face even was. Like he’d never laid eyes on the man in the whole of his goddamn life, and sure as hell didn’t know his name. Like he’d never kissed him, or held him, or whispered how much he loved him as he thrust deep into Liam’s sweaty, trembling body.Like Liam meant nothing at all to him.Like Liam was nothing to him now, and he

Present day Carl ‘Tex’ Sinclair and Clarice ‘Honey’ Potts pulled up outside The Web Café, and parked the dark SUV. They squinted through the early-February gloom, stared grimly at the brightly-lit, bustling café. “Jeeeeesus,” Tex said, his Texan drawl giving the word an especially-disgusted edge. “I do not want to do this.”“Right?” Honey replied, her baby-blue eyes narrowing as she scoped the busy street outside. “I wish to hell that I was with King and Jack right now. Body-disposal duty in the middle of a goddamn snow storm would be way better than this. Hands-frickin’-down.”“Mmmm-hmmmm.” Tex checked his gun, checked the sidewalk in the driver’s side mirror. “I’d actually give a lot to be helping to put Kirk Fuckin’ Jensen in the ground once and for all. Never thought I’d see the day that the man kicked the bucket, and the fact that Ace Cuddy of all damn people was the one to pull the trigger gives me nothing but the happy feels, I swear to Christ.”“Yeah, well.” Honey checked he

“Of course they did,” Tex said, incredulous. “Ace betrayed them, man, and these boys may be vicious fucking wild animals, but they have their own codes of honor and ethics, and what Ace did was against everything they believe in. Hell, he’s lucky that Jensen decided to try to kill Ace himself. He could have just turned him over to The Fallen Angels, and told ‘em to let loose and have at him. If he’d done that, Ace’s death would have been slow and painful. It’d still be going on, to be blunt, and would probably go on until next week.”Spider blanched, as image after horrible image raced through his spinning mind. Ace skinned alive and left to die in the mountains. Ace beaten for a week solid before finally succumbing to internal injuries. Ace burned with cigarettes for days before being set on fire. He shut his eyes, suddenly grateful that Jensen had been the type to want to take care of business himself, because his monster ego demanded it. That arrogance had probably saved Ace’s life

“But… but that’s cruel!” Spider protested.“No.” Honey’s voice was as hard as it ever got. “It’s practical and it’s not our concern. We have our orders, and they don’t involve Miranda Kane. So move it, Spider, because we need to have you at the safe house in forty-nine minutes and Tex and I never miss an op deadline. You get me?”“I get you.” Spider sighed. “I’ll do as you say.”“Stay back, man.” Tex opened the office door, stuck his head out, and gave the café a quick, searching glance. “OK, go. No messin’ around, now.”“Yes, sir,” Spider muttered under his breath as he passed Tex, earning him a baleful glare from those astonishing green eyes. “No messin’ around, that’s a promise, over and out, officer.”“Shut your smart mouth,” Tex snapped. “Haul ass, son.”“So bossy,” Spider said, lowering his own voice to a playful, teasing level. “Though I do like that, on occasion.”As he’d hoped, Tex just glowered harder, which made his drop-dead-sexy face nothing but hotter. Spider didn’t usua

Matt ‘King’ Kingston pulled up to the cabin, killed the SUV engine. Jackson ‘Jack’ Taylor raised his eyebrows at him.“Jesus Christ,” Jack said. “I do not want to do this, King.”“No?” King unbuckled his seatbelt and took a look around the woods. “Burying a body in the Rockies isn’t your idea of a fun Thursday evening?”Jack groaned, rolled his blue eyes. “Nah. I kinda wanted to watch boxing on TV. Order a pizza. Take a night off from murder and mayhem.”“Yeah, well.” King checked his gun, then opened his door. “You picked the way wrong profession if that’s what you want from life, man.”“No kidding,” Jack muttered, opening his own door. “‘Don’t get into FBI stuff or anything to do with security or law-enforcement,’ my Mom said. ‘Be a dentist,’ she said to me. ‘Great money, great hours,’ is what she said.”“Should have listened to your mother, and no doubt about it, but it’s too late now,” King said. “Now, stop whining. Let’s go.”They had just slammed the SUV doors shut when the cabi