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

to prove yourself.”
    “Challenge accepted.” He lowered his head now, took her mouth. Her whole small, curvy body just melded to his massive frame and he kissed her until she was shaky on her feet. He gently lifted Naomi, still kissing her, carried her back in to the bedroom. She made a small sound as he set her down on the bed; it was a moan of desire mingled with near-exhaustion. Yeah, he’d tired her out – and in the best possible way.
    He pulled back a bit, ran his fingers over her cheek. “Bedtime for you.”
    “I’ll be lonely without you,” she said. “Hurry back?”
    “You know it.” He gave her one more kiss on the tip of her nose, tucked her in. “Now, get some more rest. You’re going to need the energy tomorrow, I promise you.”
    She giggled and he stood up. “I’ll grab my clothes and get dressed in the living room.”
    “Be careful.”
    He stopped at the real anxiety that he heard in those two words. “Hey, you OK?”
    “Yes.”
    He knelt down beside her, his gray eyes completely taking her in now. “Yeah? You need to call Mirrie to talk?”
    “Oh, no.” Naomi shook her head. “Not this time. I’m alright. Really.”
    “You telling me the truth?”
    “Yes. I promise.”
    King nodded, more relaxed. She was just over fourteen months sober now and was always honest about needing some support if she was struggling. He knew that his job was a source of stress for Naomi and when she felt out-of-control, she turned to Mirrie, her sponsor, for help. Mirrie was nothing short of miraculous and King adored her for what she did for the woman that he loved.
    “OK,” he said. “Go back to sleep.”
    “I will. I love you.”
    “I love you too, baby.”
    Out in the large living room, King dressed rapidly, shrugged on his jean jacket. He was totally focused on what was going on at Curves now, his professional persona sliding in to place smoothly and easily. Years of running his special-ops group King’s Men made it as natural as breathing.
    He went out to his SUV and headed out in to the silent city. He took a deep breath, enjoying these moments of peace; he had the feeling that whatever was coming, it was going to be the very antithesis of peaceful.
    At the time, King had no idea just how right he was about that.

Chapter Five
    When King walked in to Curves, Jax nodded at him, his hair tousled and his eyes still glazed from sleep.
    “Aidan called you too, huh?” King said.
    “Yep. Let’s go, man.”
    Without a word, King followed him down the hall to the crash rooms. He paused at the door of Number Two, took in the scene: the smashed door, a man sitting in a chair with a glowering Curtis standing over him, Gabi sitting on the bed in jeans and an oversized shirt, wrapped in a blanket and shivering, Aidan next to her, looking furious and worried. King walked over to her, lifted her chin to see the marks on her neck.
    “Alright?” he said quietly.
    “Yes.” She shook harder. “I’m glad you’re here.”
    “Tell me what’s going on, Gabi.”
    She sighed. “OK.”
    “Get him out of here for now,” Jax ordered Curtis. “We’ll talk to him separately.”
    “Sure thing.” Curtis hauled the kid to his feet. “Move it, dickhead. Next door.”
    Warren Kane went without a word, looking shocked. He still didn’t understand how this simple plan had gone so fucking wrong: all he’d been asked to do was stand outside a door. He hadn’t asked his cousin Donovan – oh, wait… I have to remember to call him Joker now, not his civilian name – why the MC wanted the woman. He hadn’t even thought to ask since he knew he didn’t want to know. Now he wondered if these very pissed-off men were going to believe that he was truly clueless.
    “OK, Gabi.” King crossed his massive arms. “Talk. Leave nothing out, you hear me?”
    “I know.” She dropped her eyes and fiddled with the edge of the blanket, trying to think how to start. In the end, she just jumped in with both feet. “Two