Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)(59)

You snore so loud, asshole.

We were kids blinded by emotions.

We had everything. And she fucked it all up.

Killing high-profile people, dealing with drug lords, drinking a ridiculous amount of alcohol, beheading and disembowelling, and even walking into a gang’s territory to unleash hell I can deal with – but not a cheat. Not a fucking liar who made me think they were someone to me when they weren’t.

How anyone could look someone in the eye and tell them they loved them, only to go fuck someone else hours later is beyond me.



I’ve been sitting outside Stacey’s hotel room for two hours now, a lot more spaced out than planned. Maybe it’s the joint I smoked ten minutes ago that was packed with green, or maybe I’m just tired – that seems like a strong possibility.

Or maybe the coke from that MC gang was dodgy, and I’m sparkled from tampered drugs.

I don’t want to go into my room. If someone survived and followed me back, I need to be on alert. They might go into Stacey’s room.

Another death on my hands won’t be an issue.

I like killing people who deserve death. It gives me great pleasure to watch the light go out in their eyes as they take their last breath.

It’s only two in the afternoon, and I’ve already killed at least sixty people and earned one hundred and fifty grand. Stacey would be disgusted with me if she knew.

She hasn’t responded so I can only assume she’s asleep.

Good. I might say something I’ll regret while I’m fucked like this. You’d think taking uppers, I’d be in a great mood, but I feel like I could noose myself. I wouldn’t though – that would leave a mess behind, and no one needs to deal with that shit.

Would she care if I died?

I’m not afraid – if it happens, it happens, but a part of me would want to know how she’d feel. Regretful? Sad? Relieved? Would I see tears on her cheeks like I did on the jet ?

A flash of her on her knees before me has my head dropping back to the door, my traitorous dick annoyingly twitching. I want to slap it.

I can still feel her lips tight around my cock, see her tears sliding down her face from choking, and the way she swallowed every drop of my cum. It’s driving me fucking insane. I was seconds from being inside her, and I would’ve been if not for fucking Barry. I’ve never wanted to kill my assistant before. He does my head in most the time, but never have I pictured him dead.

I even wanted to hit Base when he said she was hot.

She makes me more dangerous than I already am.

If she pointed at a random person and told me to shoot, I’d pull the trigger with no questions asked. Yet I can’t stand to breathe the same air as her. I’ve even pictured myself killing her once or twice and regretted the mental images instantly.

The sooner she meets up with Luciella, the better.

Fuck. My head is banging. The lobby is bright, and I can barely strain my eyes enough to see. The walls are morphing together; the floor is lava yet soft under my palms.

Definitely dodgy drugs.

The door I’m leaning against opens, and I fall back into Stacey’s hotel room.

Dark hair comes into view, green eyes staring down at me, confused and terrified.

“What the hell?” she hisses before frowning at the crimson stains all over my clothes and body. “What in the world happened to you?”

I mumble and rub my eyes with my finger and thumb. As much as words are running wild in my head, I’m too fucked up to speak properly. What I want to say is that I finished work and want to know if she’s still scared of me, but I slur each word in messy syllables.

I try to get up, but my body refuses. I look like an overturned turtle on coke.

“Why are you covered in blood?” she asks, glancing up and down the hallway before opening her door wider.

It’s not my blood. I’m perfectly fucking fine.

“Get in.”

Demanding Stacey is hot.

I can’t move though.

“Oh for God’s sake.”

Somehow, she manages to drag me into her room, picking up the blade I’d kept by my side and shutting the door.

“What did you do?” She’s pretty when she’s mad. “Are you drunk?”

I haven’t touched a drink, but I won’t tell her that.

Not that I could, because the room is fucking spinning and I feel like I’m floating. I rub my eyes with my knuckles. Nope, I’m losing my sight.

That’s new.

The room goes dark – or are my eyes closed? I don’t know.

I feel something wet and gentle against my face. Stacey kneels to wash the blood off me with a hand towel she’s dipped in warm water. I wince as she drags her fingers through my hair, catching and tugging.

She doesn’t stop me from holding her hips to stay upright.

“How did you get blood in your hair?”

Freckles, darling, I’m a fucking animal. You should’ve seen me Jackie Chan my shit today.

“Are you going to answer me?”

“Don’t…” I pause, trying to slow my thoughts as cocaine rushes through my veins. I open my eyes, and they burn with lack of sleep. “Don’t… be afraid of me.”

My vision blurs again as Stacey wipes the cloth across my forehead.

“I can deal with you hating me, Kade.” She scrunches the cloth to soak my hair, and my head drops to her shoulder as she rubs the fabric on the nape of my neck. Water trickles down my back. “I can’t deal with you throwing your life away on whatever trouble you’ve got yourself into.”