Extreme Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 7) Read Online Free

out, again and again, over and over, and King’s Men and the cops and feds had methodically smashed Jensen’s drug channels, his kidnapping rings, his sex-trafficking circles. People had died – mostly Ace’s own MC brothers, and Kirk’s favorite lieutenants. Kirk had known that someone close to him had betrayed him, of course, and he’d figured out soon enough that it had been Ace.
    That was how Ace and Kirk had ended up in that lonely cabin in the mountains that very afternoon, and why Ace had been forced into a corner. He’d pulled the trigger and shot Kirk – but that act had actually been determined the second that Ace had agreed to King’s terms and had turned traitor. It had been inevitable, and now it was like karma and fate and justice and hell had all come knocking at the door at the exact same damn time… and if King and his people didn’t move fast, lives were going to be laid to waste.
    Starting with Ace and Spider’s.
    “What do you want Mirrie for?” Honey asked Spider now.
    “She’ll have to run the café while I’m gone,” Spider said. “I mean, someone has to.”
    Honey was quiet again, since she knew that, actually, King wanted Mirrie to go into hiding, too. Oh, her need to disappear was less-urgent than Spider’s, of course, but it was still there. After all, she and Mac were actively disliked by the Fallen Angels, and her father and brother had never forgiven her for leaving the MC family as a young woman. Yes, she’d paid for that freedom, first in blood, then in losing Mac for years to keep him safe, but a debt to an MC could never be repaid, and it could never be walked away from.
    But Mirrie wasn’t Honey’s job. She was Mac’s – and Mac was King’s. Besides, the truth was that the MC wouldn’t make harming Mirrie a priority… not when word got out that Ace had killed Kirk Jensen, and when they found the hidden pictures of their President with another man. Their heads were – quite literally – going to detonate with rage, and they’d be unable to think about anything except finding and killing Ace and Spider. Mirrie had some breathing room, for sure, so for now, Honey just nodded amiably.
    “Let Tex take a look around then,” she said. “Then you can go get Mirrie. You bring her in here and talk to her in this office.”
    “In front of you?” Spider faltered. “What do I – how much do I tell her?”
    “Nothing,” Tex grated out. “ Nothing , man. Not until King gives the all-clear on sharing intel.”
    “So what am I supposed to say to explain you guys showing up, and me just disappearing? You think she isn’t going to figure out that something’s going on? Especially since she knows about me and Ace and all the ways that my life intersects with the Fallen Angels’ crap? She’s going to jump to the score, no doubt about it.”
    “Let her.” Tex shrugged. “Let her think whatever she wants right now.”
    “But… but that’s cruel!” Spider protested.
    “No.” Honey’s voice was as hard as it ever got. “It’s practical and it’s not our concern. We have our orders, and they don’t involve Miranda Kane. So move it, Spider, because we need to have you at the safe house in forty-nine minutes, and Tex and I never miss an op deadline. You get me?”
    “I get you.” Spider sighed. “I’ll do as you say.”
    “Stay back, man.” Tex opened the office door, stuck his head out and gave the café a quick, searching glance. “OK, go. No messin’ around, now.”
    “Yes, sir,” Spider muttered under his breath as he passed Tex, earning him a baleful glare from those astonishing green eyes. “No messin’ around, that’s a promise, over and out, officer.”
    “Shut your smart mouth,” Tex snapped. “Haul ass, son.”
    “So bossy ,” Spider said, lowering his own voice to a playful, teasing level. “Though I do like that, on occasion.”
    As he’d hoped, Tex just glowered harder, which made his drop-dead-sexy face nothing but hotter.