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

on… but no way we were involved.”
    “So who’s gonna kill her?” Kane said. “Don and Lizard?”
    “Fuck, no. I’m very… disappointed in them. I won’t be using their services again.”
    Kane and Ace nodded; they knew damn good and well what that meant. When Trigger used the word ‘disappointed’, it was time to fucking run. Kane wondered if the two men were already six feet under, decided that he didn’t actually give a shit.
    “OK,” he said. “So who then?”
    “Jensen’s brother Al is back in Boston and I’ve already talked to him,” Trigger said. “He’ll send a few guys over here to take care of things and they won’t mess it up – this is what they do , see.”
    “Ah.” Kane hated to say it, but he was kind of impressed. “So these guys will handle Torres and then disappear back to Boston?”
    “Yep. Easy, man. No body, no blood on our hands at all. At least none that can be tied back to that bitch.” He shrugged. “So for now, we wait for King to show up and talk terms. We go back and forth for a few days, then we agree to trade Warren for Torres’ safety and hang back for a couple of weeks or so… let Al’s guys get rid of the problem and we all move on.”
    “Sounds simple,” Kane said.
    “It is.” Trigger grinned. “It fucking is , man.”

Chapter Six
    Gabi stood in the shower, wincing as the hot water ran over her bruised throat and neck. God, that asshole had damn near ripped her head clean off her shoulders. These guys were not messing around, not in the slightest. They wanted her dead and at the moment, all that stood between her and them was Aidan. The thought both comforted and scared her.
    She turned off the water, carefully toweled off, slipped in to a long t-shirt that fell past her still-shaky knees. She pulled her hair back and sighed at herself in the mirror. How had her life ended up here? All she’d ever done was play by the rules: she’d managed to get decent grades at school, she’d been a good daughter, she was a hard worker. She saved her meagre earnings, never partied, was a loyal girlfriend when she had a guy in her life.
    But in less than two minutes – and all because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time – it all came to nothing much. She was a dead woman walking… unless King could pull some magic solution out of thin air. God, she hoped he could.
    She opened the bathroom door and went out in to the living room area. Aidan had just made up the sofa bed and she started to climb in to it.
    “Nope,” he said, his voice still terse. “You go to the bedroom.”
    “Oh, no,” she protested. “I can’t take your bed.”
    “You can and you are.” He turned his back on her and tucked the edges of the sheets under the cushions. “Go on now.”
    She hovered, uncertain what to say or do to bring him back to her. “Aidan?”
    “Yeah?”
    “I’m – I’m sorry.”
    He turned to look at her. “For what?”
    Gabi was silent. She was sorry for so many things, but there was one thing above all the others that was eating at her. “For not telling you that first night. I should have.”
    His eyes flared. “Why didn’t you? Don’t you know you can trust me?”
    “Yes.” She bit her lip, trying to find the right words. “I just didn’t want to tell anyone. I wanted to – to pretend that it never happened.”
    “That’s not like you,” he said. “To hide from hard things. The Gabriela Torres I know faces things head-on.”
    She looked away. “This was different. This was – this was terrifying.”
    “All the more reason to tell me. I would have done anything to help you, don’t you know that? I still will.”
    The tears that she’d been holding back for three days came now. “Yes, I know that.” She wiped her eyes, impatient with her own crying. “I’m sorry, Aidan. I – I’d do it all differently, if I could.”
    “Oh, God. Please don’t cry.” All his anger dissipated now and he stepped forward. When he gathered her