Page 91 of Insatiable

My phone dings with my next contract. Half a million. A club owner from where we’ll be staying. Known groomer.

The last part confirms I’ll enjoy it.

I read the file while Stacey stares out the window.

He got off with rape, stealing thousands from an old lady and drugging an underage girl before getting a blowjob off her.

When I get a hold of this prick, I’ll make it hurt. The family of the young girl is paying Bernadette – and me – more than enough to drag out the pain. They reached out to Bernie a few weeks ago, after hearing about her from relatives back in Scotland, and specifically asked for her best.

And I don’t ever disappoint.

The hotel we’re staying at has a pool round back, surrounded by loungers. Base has been sending me pictures of him on one with a beer. Mum and Ewan have made the most of the bar, and Luciella has impatiently waited on her best friend, who’s currently typing on her phone with a frown and chewing her thumbnail.

The silence is making me uneasy. Fuck it. “Sorry,” I say, folding my arms. “For waking you up. I was just…” High as fuck. “Drunk.”

She doesn’t take her eyes off her phone. “It’s fine.”

It’s not fucking fine. Look at me. Yell at me. Do fucking something.

We’ve spent the last twenty-four hours bickering and getting each other off, and now she can’t spare me a glance because I shot someone who was trying to sexualise her? Of course, she has no idea what happened the rest of the day, but I’ve just been doing my job.

A job I don’t fucking want.

But if I tell Bernadette that I’m out, both me and my dad will likely see a death sentence. The rest of my family will get worse.

I refused a contract not long ago, and she threatened my dogs. My fuckingdogs.

Shaking my head, I lean my elbows on my knees. “Fine.”I’m useless.“Forget the last twenty-four hours.”

“Already forgotten.”

My hands fist with unnecessary rage, and I roll my jaw. “Good.”

When we reach the hotel, Stacey blanks me and leaves the car.

I need to tamp down my irritation and tell myself not to drag her into a room and bend her over my knee. This attitude of hers is absurd.

I hug my mum and nod at Base to follow me to our room as Luciella lets out an excited scream and grabs her friend for a cuddle.

“Mate, I have so many fucking stories for you,” Base says as he unlocks the hotel-room door. “We’re going out later, right? I had a threesome last night and kept their numbers!”

Luciella screws her face up as she and Stacey stop a few doors down from ours. Perfect. Just what I fucking need.

“Please, Sebastian, stop being so vulgar.”

Despite my infuriation right now, I fight a smirk as Base glares at her. “Don’t call me that.”

“It’s your name, is it not?” She opens her door; Stacey slips in without a word. My sister’s eyes burn into me. “Be ready in an hour. And don’t you dare ruin this for Dad.”

I narrow my brows. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

She shakes her head. “Someone who used to be my brother, but now he’s possessed by a fucking battered demon. Get a grip of yourself, Kade. When did you last sleep?”

I stare at her.

Base folds his arms in a huff. “Don’t call me Sebastian.”

“Okay, Sebastian,” Luciella shouts as she slams the door.

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