All Chapters of Extreme Curves (Dangerous Curves 7): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nails Paxton stared at the pictures in front of him, considering all his options, weighing all the pros and cons. From across the table, Joker Kane sat and watched his new Prez thinking, wondering where the ax was going to fall. He’d been watching the man think for the past hour, ever since Doc had finished giving his brief on the people in the pictures, and even though Joker wasn’t a patient man, he was ready to sit here for another hour. Or two. Or a fucking day, if that’s what it took… because when Nails finally swung that ax, it was going to be lethal.That was worth waiting for.Joker had had to learn quite a bit about waiting over the past few days, much to his initial chagrin. The truth was that if he’d had his way, he’d have marched out of Ace’s place that day that he’d found those fucking pictures on that drive, and he’d have emptied the club’s armoury. He’d then have called in Jensen’s people, and every single MC that The Fallen Angels were owed a favor from, and then he’d h

But he was done with sneaking around Liam, and he was damn good and done with letting himself be ignored. He was going to force the issue today, and if that meant a confrontation, well… so be it. They had things between them, things that needed to be said. At this point, Ace truly didn’t give a shit if Liam yelled those things, or if Jack and Honey and Tex heard those things, or if he was hurt by Liam throwing those things in his face. Ace figured that he deserved the shouting, the humiliation, the pain.But he also deserved a chance to apologize properly. He didn’t deserve much in his brutal, ugly life, and he knew it, but he deserved this. He did.And if Liam wasn’t going to offer it, then Ace was going to take it.But first, he needed coffee.He got dressed, then opened his door and stuck his head out. He half-hoped that Liam would be standing there, but no such luck, so Ace just clomped past Liam’s bedroom door and headed downstairs, waiting for one of King’s babysitters to pop up

Jack was surprised that Ace would share such a sweet, intimate moment that he’d had with a woman that he’d clearly loved deeply, and still had strong feelings for. He narrowed his eyes at Ace, wondering if he was being taken for a ride by the conniving bastard, then he stopped as he saw it… really saw it. What he was seeing was like a light being turned on suddenly, flooding a dark room with brightness and illumination. Your eyes just needed time to adjust and you blink – and then everything became clear and sharp and technicolored.So. This is what Ace Cuddy looks like when he’s vulnerable. Huh.“Then it was just me and him,” Ace continued. “And that wasn’t great. Like I said, he was a gambler and a drinker, and he wasn’t up for raising a kid. Not even close.”“He was abusive?” Jack asked, trying to keep his tone level and non-threatening. God only knows how a man like Ace would react to having his weakness called out – even if he’d been a small, frightened boy at the time that it ha

Spider snuck back upstairs to his room, heart pounding and legs shaking, holding his breath the whole way. He didn’t release the badly-needed exhale until he was safely behind his closed door, and then he sank onto his bed, his knees still a bit weak.Ten minutes earlier, he’d smelled bacon and gone to the top of the stairs, hoping and praying that Ace The Asshole was still holed up in his bedroom, jerking off or staring at the walls or whatever the hell he did in there for hours and hours on end every day. But no… he was down in the kitchen with Jack, drinking coffee and eating bacon and eggs, and just taking up the space that Spider wanted to occupy. Annoyed and disgusted, he’d turned on his heel, ready to stalk back to his room to browse some news – but then he’d heard Jack ask about Ace’s childhood.Spider had stopped dead in his tracks, boy… he’d just frozen where he stood. Because even though Ace had been cagey about many, many things when they’d been together, the thing that he

Ace barely heard the reassuring, forgiving words, since he was staring at Liam’s face. God, that smile. It was radiant, and open, and the closest thing to perfection that Ace had ever known. Ace had been on the receiving end of that smile countless times, and it had never, ever ceased to knock his breath clean out of his chest. It had never stopped being a tiny miracle that he felt honored and almost humbled to witness.When Liam smiled at him like that, it made Ace believe in good shit, like angels and souls and grace and – quite possibly and with a bit of a stretch – God. Maybe.So he just stared at Liam… and Liam stared back. Their eyes met; their eyes held. And suddenly – between breaths and heartbeats – they were back in The Grinning Skulls, looking at each other across the heaving bar for the first time ever. The air between them crackled and sizzled, just like it had done in that smoky, noisy MC bar and – just like that night next to the campfire that had changed everything – e