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

here. To – to hide.”
    “From who?” Luke said.
    The kitchen door banged open and they all jumped. Dillon came striding in from behind the bar, looking angry.
    “What the actual fuck is going on?” Dillon said. “I come to start my shift and I see that Curtis is holding some guy hostage in Gabi’s room and the door is smashed in. What the hell happened in there? Where’s Gabi?”
    Aidan moved to one side so Dillon could see her sitting there. He took in her shaking, the marks around her throat, her tears.
    “Aw, hell no.” Dillon turned to leave the kitchen. “I’ll kill him myself.”
    “Take a number,” Luke said tightly.
    “Nobody’s doing anything to that asshole!” Aidan roared. “Not until Gabriela tells us exactly what is going on here.”
    “Something’s going on?” Dillon said.
    “Damn right something’s going on,” Aidan confirmed. “And Gabriela knows good and well what it is.”
    They all stared down at her, three huge, hard men who were not fucking around even a little bit. The tension in the room was so thick and high, it was almost a wall blocking out the whole rest of the world.
    “I won’t talk to the cops,” she said to them. “I’ll only talk to King.”
    “Fuck, darlin’.” Aidan shut his eyes, just for a second. “What kind of trouble are you in?”
    “Bad,” she said softly.
    They stared at her, then Aidan sighed.
    “OK. I’ll call King.”
    **
    King’s cell phone buzzed on the table next to the bed and he rolled over with a groan. Naomi murmured in her sleep and he quickly grabbed the phone, not wanting to wake her up.
    “Yeah?” he grunted, struggling to his feet.
    “King? It’s Aidan.”
    King paused. Now that was a surprise – he’d figured it was one of his team members. All ten of them were out on a variety of assignments in three different states, and it was rare that he didn’t get at least one middle-of-the-night call from one of them, asking for guidance or backup.
    “What’s happened?” King said, closing the bedroom door behind him.
    “We have trouble at Curves.”
    “OK.”
    “Gabi’s up to her eyeballs in some kind of shit and she won’t talk to anyone but you. No cops, she says.”
    “ Gabi ?” King was stunned. What the hell kind of mess could that quiet, hardworking woman be immersed in? “Is she alright?”
    “Yeah, barely. Can you come?”
    “Yeah. Twenty minutes.”
    Aidan sighed and King could feel his relief even over the line. “Thanks, man.”
    “Sure. No problem.” He disconnected, gazed down at the phone for a few seconds. What the hell?
    “Everything OK?” Naomi said behind him.
    He turned around, stared at her hungrily. She was wearing his t-shirt and nothing else, her short blonde hair tousled around her gorgeous face. They’d spent the whole day and most of the night wrapped around each other, making love over and over again. It was just never enough with her; the need to be close to her never went away.
    Naomi Abbott smiled up at him. “Matt?”
    “Yeah, honey. Everything’s OK. I need to go out, though.”
    She regarded him with warm brown eyes. “One of your team needs help?”
    “No – I’m going to Curves.”
    Worry flashed across her face. “Is it Janine? Has she had some kind of relapse? Is she off her meds?”
    “No, nothing like that. I don’t really know what’s going on, so I need to go and see.” He walked over to her now, pulled her in to his arms. She snuggled against him and he groaned. “Fuck. I want to stay here and make you come some more.”
    She laughed. “My eleven orgasms today weren’t enough for you?”
    “Were they enough for you ?”
    “Nope. Not nearly .” She grinned up at him. “You can do better than that, Kingston.”
    “Let me try again tomorrow?” he breathed, running his large hands over her hips. “I’ve got the day off…”
    “Hmmm.” She considered that. “Yeah, OK. I’m not going to the Heart Center until two o’clock, so you have a few hours