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We have a lovely lunch together, Be
I have no idea where Be
I frown as I look at him and my heart rate picks up when I notice the beads of sweat on his top lip. “Why, what’s wrong Ben?”
“Just do it please Georgia, there’s a crowd just walked in here, that we really don’t want him bumping into, believe me.” He walks back out to the bar at the front of the pub, sits on a stool and turns to look at me, he gestures behind me with his chin and I assume that Cam is heading back; I stand and start to put on my jacket.
“You in hurry to get back and wash all those dirty knickers of yours Georgia? I was go
“I’m absolutely stuffed Cam, I couldn’t eat or drink another thing but thank you, the food was amazing, you really should think about poaching the chef for Kings.” He turns me around to look at him, he has a frown on his face, which causes a little curve on his forehead, just above his eyebrows, almost like a smiley mouth, I want to reach out and touch it but something in his eyes tells me that he’s not impressed with my last comment.
“What the fuck is wrong with Gino, my chef? He has the reputation of being the best in the southeast, it was the menu I came here to try, not the standard of the cooking.”
Jesus, competitive much?
“It was a joke Cam, ‘poaching’ the chef… Geddit?” He closes his eyes for a second, gives his customary headshake and lets out a long sigh.
“That’s a terrible joke Georgia.”
“No it’s not, it’s fucking hilarious, you’re just too old to get my humour.” Shit, the wines kicked in and my brain is no longer communicating with my mouth.
“Are you trying to really piss me off now Kitten? Coz I tell you what, its working.” He kisses me, a little too hard on the mouth, grabs my hand and leads me out to the bar where Be
As we reach Be
His hand instantly squeezes mine so hard it’s painful and he stops dead in his tracks.
“Cam, leave it,” I hear Be
“Cam, let’s go Tiger, you can come and help me wash my knickers.” He doesn’t flinch. From the other side of the bar I watch as an older man approaches, he’s in his fifties maybe, grey hair, pushed right back off his face, which is craggy, with a huge scar ru
“Get her in the car,” he says between gritted teeth.
“Cam, please…” I start to say.
“Do as you’re fucking told and get in the car Kitten, else I swear to God I will drag you out there.”
“Cam, Robbie and Josh are on their way, let’s just go, we can deal with this when we’ve got the numbers but not like this, not on your own.” He doesn’t move his head, just his eyes shift to Ben’s.
“Get her, the fuck out of here.” I know I’m not going to win; the grey haired man slaps Cam on the back.
“Cam, what you doing in this neck of the woods? Not your usual stomping ground.”
“Get your fuckin’ hands off me Terry.”
“Well that’s fuckin nice, not seen ya in…” He doesn’t get to finish, Cam’s hands are suddenly around his throat, he picks him off of his feet and pushes past me and Ben as he carries him outside to where the Jag is waiting, he keeps hold of the man’s throat but leans him back against the bo
I know my mouth is hanging open, I ca
My eyes lock with Be
I’m frozen to the spot. Be
“Keep driving Ben, she ain’t getting out.”
“I’m go
“Shit!” I hear Be
“Keep driving Ben, we’ll deal with it when we’re back on our manor, I’m not stopping here.”
I back myself into the furthest corner of the car, away from my own spew and away from him. What the fuck did I just witness back there and how does he think he’s going to get away with shooting someone in broad daylight? He’s fucking mad and he’s just involved me in a crime. Is this what my Dad does? Is this what being an entrepreneur involves? No wonder Bailey and my Mum said he was dangerous if this is his usual behaviour and what if they get to hear of this, what if my Dad and Bailey find out what Cam did and that I was there? My stomach roils again and I can’t hold it down and this time I can’t stop the cry that comes from me either, I’ve just watched someone get shot, fucking shot, right in front of me.