Free Killer Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 3) by Marysol James

gas and they took off. Aidan had a choice now: to chase them or attend to Gabi. No fucking contest.
    We have the idiot kid – he’ll talk. I’ll make sure of it .
    He launched himself at her, lifted her gently in to his arms. God, she was so small, so helpless right now. He looked down and her bare feet tugged on his heart for some reason.
    “Gabriela?”
    She moaned and turned her head. Her eyes flickered open and she stared up at him, confused and a bit frightened.
    “Aidan?”
    “Yeah, it’s me.” He stroked her hair. “Stay still.”
    “What – why am I on the ground? Outside?” Her voice was hoarse.
    “We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I need to make sure you’re OK. Are you?”
    “Am I what?”
    “Are you OK?”
    “Umm.” She shut her eyes and winced a bit. “I think so.”
    “Does your head hurt?”
    “No, not really. My throat and my neck.”
    He lifted her chin and that was when he saw the redness and bruising. The fucker must have cut off her air until she passed out.
    I cannot wait to get my hands on him. I’d just need two minutes, I swear to Christ .
    “Can you sit up?” he asked.
    She nodded and he helped her. She touched her throat.
    “Why does it hurt so much? What happened?”
    Aidan didn’t want to answer those questions right now. “We’ll talk inside, OK? It’s chilly out here and I need to get you someplace warm. Can you get up, do you think?”
    “Yes.” She sounded doubtful.
    “OK, slow and easy. No rush.” He carefully pulled her up, watching her for dizziness. She was pale and trembling, but remarkably steady on her feet. No way she was walking anywhere, though, not in her bare feet. “Hang on to me.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Without another word, he picked her up, cradling her against his chest. She gasped and clutched his upper arms.
    “Aidan!”
    “Shush. Just relax, OK?”
    He carried her to the back door to the kitchen, kicked at it until Luke opened it up, looking startled. When he saw Gabi lying in Aidan’s arms, he stepped aside.
    “What’s going on?” he said, anxious. “Gabi? What happened?”
    “Get her a coat,” Aidan said. “Quick.”
    Luke nodded and grabbed his jean jacket from the hook next to the exit. He wrapped her up carefully using his hand and elbow, moving gently on her body. “Gabi? Hon?”
    It was all coming back to her now: being grabbed from behind, lifted clear off her feet. Trying to loosen the arm around her throat that was squeezing all her breath out of her body. The foul whispers in her ear, telling her what the Fallen Angels were going to do to her before they finally took pity on her and killed her slowly. As soon as she heard the name of the MC, she knew that she was in even more trouble than she’d first thought. The kind of trouble that she was now positive only one man could help her with.
    Aidan and Luke were talking over her head. Their voices were coming from very far away and she felt like she was floating; she was disconnected from what was happening around her. She saw Luke’s lips moving, saw Aidan touch her arm – but she heard and felt absolutely nothing.
    Huh. Shock is kind of awesome .
    “OK, enough,” Aidan growled now. “We need to call the cops.”
    “Yeah, I’ll do that.” Luke moved to the phone.
    The word ‘cops’ pierced Gabi’s haze and she gave a sharp cry that startled them
    “No! No police!” Her shaking was getting worse and her voice shook too. “Please.”
    The men paused, looking at her closely.
    “Why not?” Aidan said.
    “Because – because… they can’t help. Not with this.”
    “Why not?” Aidan repeated.
    She dropped her eyes and bit her lip.
    “Gabriela.” Aidan was almost out of patience now; she could hear it in those four syllables. “You know what this is all about, don’t you?”
    “I thought I’d be safe here,” she whispered.
    “What?” Aidan leaned forward. “What did you say?”
    “I thought I’d be safe at Curves… it’s why I came