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I clamber off the bike and grab Kade’s hoodie, holding it to my body. My heart hammers in my chest, my building high completely gone.

The tall, older man reaches his hand out. “Archie Sawyer. I’m pleased to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Don’t speak to her,” Kade snaps, pulling me behind him. “What the fuck do you want?”

Archie hums. “Right now, I want to know who has your attention more than your work. Who is she?”

Kade is silent.

“She’s a beautiful little thing,” he says. “Is she a client?”

When he tries to move around Kade, Kade stops him with a hand to his chest – walks him back a few steps then shoves him. “Stay the fuck away from her.”

“Interesting.”

My body trembles as he looks intently at me then glances at Kade.

“I’ll leave you two to it. I highly suggest you turn on your phone, so I don’t need to have my men track you down again.”

He turns away from us, takes a few steps and stops. But then he lifts his phone. Kade isn’t fast enough to stand in the way when he takes a picture of me.

The man stares at his screen then peers up at me and winks, before slowly making his way back to a black SUV parked near the pier.

“We need to go,” Kade bursts out as the car drives off. He’s panicking as he lifts me onto the bike and straps my helmet into place. “I’ve put you in so much danger. I’m sorry.”

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KADE

Why the fuck won’t this stupid bike go faster?

My blood roars in my ears as Stacey holds on tight, asking me repeatedly through the Bluetooth what’s going on. I overtake cars, checking around me to see if we’re being followed. I know for a fact we will be. Archie isn’t about to walk away and leave me to it. Bernadette’s husband is a fucking wanker.

I check the mirrors as we slow at lights. Two of my cars are following close. Barry must’ve dealt with my fuck-up if he’s here already. I’m going to fucking lose it with him if he’s been tailing me all day and didn’t think to check me and Stacey weren’t being followed.

My team is surrounding us, boxing us in to protect us. A beep echoes in my helmet and Barry’s voice comes through. “Five cars, boss. I have all of them tracked.”

“Armed?”

“Yeah.”

I swear to myself and grip the throttle. “Didn’t think to tell me he was nearby?” I snap, venom lacing my tone. “He took a damn picture of her.”

“Apologies, sir. We only arrived as he left, and your phone is off. I found you because you used your bank card.”

The lights turn green, and we move again, the wind whipping Stacey’s hair everywhere.

“I suggest you drive faster. They have orders to kill her. We can distract them.”

Fuck.

Thankfully, Barry is only connected to my Bluetooth, so Stacey can’t hear what he’s saying. She does, however, tighten her hold on my midsection, and it annoys me how comforting the feeling is, despite our circumstances.

I take a sharp right. “Get us to the hotel and shut it down. I want everyone we have nearby ready.”

Three SUVs are tailing us, following Barry speeding through the busy streets. I can swerve through traffic, so Archie’s cars slowly fall into the distance. Each time I zoom through a red light, Stacey screams at me to be careful as cars sound their horns at us.

If she had any idea how much of a risk I’d be taking by letting them catch up to us, she’d tell me to go faster.

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