Page 69 of Insatiable

He dismissively waves me off.

I get to my feet when Barry says we’re good to go. He opens the door and lowers the steps, smiling at me, but drops his gaze as soon as Kade looks at him.

“I’ll send you all the details,” he tells Barry. “Stay close.” Then he glances at me. “And stop smiling at her.”

“Sorry, sir,” he replies, his cheeks going red.

I glower at him. “Stop acting like that.”

Kade raises a brow and turns me towards the steps, then follows me down. “Like what? Barry has been my right-hand man long enough to know not to piss me off.”

My heart jolts in my chest, because does he mean Barry looking at me pissed him off?

“How does he know who I am?”

Kade lights a cigarette, apparently deaf, then hands our suitcases to a man in a suit and thanks him.

It’s dark and a little chilly in the rain, but nothing like Scotland.

Kade offers me his jacket again, which I gladly accept, trying not to inhale too deeply as he shrugs it onto my shoulders.

For someone who claims to despise me, his actions are the complete opposite.

A man nods to Kade and hands him a set of keys.

My eyes widen. “No way,” I blurt. “A Bentley…” I study the mirror-like alloys, gun-metal grey paint and the black-and-white interior. “A sporty Bentley?”

“It’s a Bentley Continental GT,” he says, bored.

“Were there no normal cars left to rent?”

“It’s not a rental.”

My eyes widen even more. “What exactly do you do for money?”

This aggravates him. “Shut up and get in.”

The first two hours of driving with Kade’s playlist are relaxing, to say the least. The seats are comfortable and heated. The car drives smoothly as “Digital Bath” by Deftones plays. I absently watch him, the way he turns the wheel with his palm heel, grips it as he speeds, his elbow resting between us while he smokes.

He stops to get us food, a bottle of water for me and an energy drink for himself. I fall asleep near the end and only wake when he pulls into the car park of an old warehouse.

“Where are we?” I ask, rubbing my dazed eyes with my knuckles. My mascara must be a riot. “Is this the hotel?”

“No. I need to do something then I’ll take you. This was on the way. Just stay here,” he tells me. “Keep the doors locked, and don’t you fucking dare follow me.”

My chest tightens with instant anxiety. “Where are we?”

“I have business to deal with. Just lie in the back seat. No one will see you.”

There’s a knock on my window. I flinch and look to see a man with a brow piercing and a tattoo of a gun down the side of his face. He’s missing nearly all his front teeth to devastating and disgusting decay. He wears a denim coat with badges all over it.

Stay quiet, Kade mouths to me as he rolls down his window.

The man stands tall and walks to Kade’s side, where he’s joined by a second guy. “Mr Mitchell. Welcome back.” He taps the other man’s shoulder. “They call him Navein other countries, because he is a man of no heart. Deadly, merciless and always finishes the job.”

Kade rubs a hand down his face in annoyance. “Sure.”

Huh?

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