บททั้งหมดของ Extreme Curves (Dangerous Curves 7): บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

At the mention of Ace’s name, Spider gave a strangled sob. Despite King’s reassurances, he was beside himself with terror for Ace, and all he could think about was what was happening right now to the man that he loved. Whatever it was, it was brutal and monstrous, and it was only just beginning.“Hey, Spider, it's OK,” Val said gently, startling everyone with her rare show of kindness. Then again, she’d been quiet and withdrawn ever since arriving at the waiting room directly from finding Lilly’s body, after using the GPS tracker on Lilly’s car. Val hadn’t said much about it yet, but she had told King that Lilly had died holding a dead man’s hand – a man that Val assumed had meant something to Lilly. He’d meant so much, clearly, that she’d turned her back on her brothers- and sisters-in-arms, turned in a client to the enemy. Val had had to leave the two bodies there to be dealt with later, and a part of her had died at that; a hardness had been replaced by softness. “It's going to be

King burst out onto the street in front of the hospital, and almost walked smack into Scars.“Sorry,” he muttered. “Just had a few things to finish up upstairs.”Everyone nodded, alert and waiting for their instructions. They all imagined that they were going in shooting and all shock and awe, but with King, you never really knew what the plan of attack was. It was possible that he was going to be more slow and subtle, though seeing as Ace was quite probably half-dead already, that wasn’t the smartest way to go.“What’s the move, King?” Val asked him. “Hot or cold?”King looked around at his team, at the group of people that he trusted more than anyone else on the planet to have his back when the shit hit the fan. He took a deep breath, then spoke:“These assholes have never wanted anything but trouble. They’ve gone out of their way to cause hurt and pain. They’ve done their damnedest to start a war.” King narrowed his eyes. “Look, this isn’t just about Ace anymore, though I feel pers

The first thing that Ace felt was softness, all around him. It was like he was enveloped in a cloud. Or maybe a shroud.He gave a groan, just to make sure that he wasn’t actually dead, and that was when he knew that he had to have succumbed to his injuries and shuffled on off the mortal coil, because he heard the voice of the only person who’d ever made him believe in anything.“Ace?”In Ace’s heaven, Liam was his personal angel… and it was Liam’s voice that was right there, right next to him:“Babe? Babe, wake up. Come on… please.”Ace groaned again, with a bit more gusto, but that was only because the pain was starting to move up his whole body. It felt like he was being set on fire, and being crushed by a bulldozer, and being stabbed from the inside by a million tiny blades, all at once. Yeah, he’d definitely felt better than he did right this second.“Ace?”It took a lot for Ace to force open his eyes – wait… eyes? No. Oh, Christ, no. Eye. As in singular – and look up. He blinked

“No.” Ace shook his head tiredly. Yeah, he was going to need some more painkillers soon, but he was going to hang on a bit longer. He had to have this conversation with a clear head. “It’s not done. It’s never done. Not when we’re talking about fuckers like this, baby. Plea bargains will be struck for the guys being held. The guys on the run and in the wind will regroup at a pre-determined meeting point. Guys will show up out of the blue, looking to patch in, and if they’re hardcore enough, they’ll be accepted and welcomed. The MC will rebuild, Liam. It won’t look the way that it did, not even close, but the guys will start again.” Ace considered. “Almost definitely not in Denver – way too much heat here now, and not nearly enough friends – but they’ll start again somewhere. Maybe in Vegas, close to what’s left of Jensen’s crew.”“But they’ll leave you alone?”“Never.” Ace’s tone was resigned. “That’s why, as soon as I can walk, I’m leaving. I’m changing my name, I’m going off the gri

One year later Ace turned around slowly when he heard the front door of the cabin close. With a bit of an effort, he reached out his right arm, wincing at the now-familiar tug-and-pull as the new skin stretched, and turned off the element on the stove. He gave the pan’s simmering contents one last quick stir, then he leaned back against the counter and picked up his glass of white wine.“Hey.” Liam was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his handsome face pink from the chilly winter air. He set his lunchbox on the table, sniffed appreciatively. “Smells amazing, babe. What is it today?”“Seafood paella.”Liam’s face lit up. “No kidding?”“Nuh-uh.”“Perlita’s recipe?”“Yep. Our cooking classes continue.”Liam nodded, amused as much as ever at the thought of his hulking, ex-badass-MC boyfriend standing next to their tiny, wizened, eighty-eight-year-old neighbor in her kitchen, being barked at in Spanish. Perlita was a holy terror and everyone up here in the Pyrenees knew it, but she