Page 152 of Insatiable

Her body is so small against me, and it pisses me off that she always feels like home.

Now I have her in front of me, the bullets are aimed at my guards instead.

They won’t kill me. I bring in too much profit and am one of the best assassins; plus, Bernie seems to be obsessed with me. She’s possessive and controlling, and if it had been her who’d caught us, Stacey would be dead already.

My heart races as I repeatedly reassure Stacey that I’ll get her to the hotel, that I’ll get her out of the fucking country before they find out who she is.

She cries and holds me tighter, legs dangling over my own and tensing as I push right. I can hear her heavy breaths, the little squeaks she makes when I dodge cars left and right.

Another red light, but there are far too many cars passing in front of us to risk going through it. I finally stop and search my surroundings. Barry and the rest of my men are in a chase.

“Who was he?” she asks, breathless. “He looked familiar.”

“Someone I never want you to meet again,” I reply, rubbing her thigh over mine, trying to comfort her at the same time as holding her dress down.

I hear her gulp. “Is he dangerous?”

“Dangerous is an understatement.” I look at her through the visors. “Once we deal with them and know it’s safe, I’ll get you to the jet. I want you to go straight home and tell your brother Kyle not to leave your side. I’ll make sure they don’t find out who you are.”

“No. I already have a flight booked.”

“Don’t argue with me on this. Hold tight.”

The lights turn green, and I shoot off, her helmet hitting into mine.

I hear gunshots behind us again, the fight gaining on us. If I had a weapon, I’d help, but not only am I annoyingly unarmed, but I also need to protect Stacey.

“Go left, sir. We’ll go right. Go through the back of the hotel. It’s clear.”

“Be careful. If you get killed, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Barry snorts, the connection growing weak. “Got it, boss.”

38

KADE

We make it to the hotel in under an hour, and as Barry said, the place is clear, bar all of my guards standing outside and inside, patrolling the stairways and the surrounding area.

I slip in the back, Stacey in hand. The place is like a ghost town.

As soon as we get to the room, I can breathe.

Stacey pulls the helmet off and drops it on the sofa, hands on her hips. “Talk. Now.”

“No.” I point to her suitcase and the clothes surrounding it. “Pack.”

One of the guards gave me a charger, so I plug my phone in and wait impatiently for the screen to turn on. I look up when I don’t hear movement. She’s still standing in the middle of the room, glaring at me.

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Move. Pack your things. We don’t have time for you to fuck around.”

As soon as a bunch of notifications pop up from Base, drunk and being his annoying fucking self, I drop to the edge of the bed, elbows to my knees. Stacey cuddles herself in my peripheral, lowering to the couch. “Kade. Please. I need you to tell me what’s going on here.”

She deserves to know. But I also don’t want her to know. Will she look at me differently if I tell her everything? Will she understand why she needs to stay away from me?

I came back home because Bernadette loosened her leash on me after putting me through a hard month of brutality, and the only reason I didn’t snap her neck then and there was because she threatened to have my dad killed and make it look like a suicide. All this shit with my ex just… happened.

The connection between us is too strong, and I didn’t even want to fight the pull.

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