Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(84)

“You in hurry to get back and wash all those dirty knickers of yours Georgia? I was gonna suggest having a drink at the bar before we leave,” he speaks into my neck and the sensation of his breath on me makes me shudder; I remain facing away from him, I’m a shit liar and I don’t want him guessing that’s exactly what I’m doing when I reply.

“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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 Benny is waiting.

As we reach Benny, he stands and sort of walks sideways, as if he’s shepherding us toward the door, he steps in front of Cam and holds the door open for us, I just start to step outside when I hear someone call out. “Oi King, there’s no need to leave on our account, stay and have a beer, we owe you at least that mate.”

His hand instantly squeezes mine so hard it’s painful and he stops dead in his tracks.

“Cam, leave it,” I hear Benny growl, I turn and look at Cam, there is a nerve twitching in his jaw, he’s looking down at me but he’s not seeing me, he’s looking straight through me and I suddenly feel scared and I just know that we need to get out of there.

“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 running down the right side of it, he’s wearing an expensive suit which somehow doesn’t match his face or the earring in his ear, he has a cigar in his mouth but is still managing a sneer on his lip.

“Get her in the car,” he says between gritted teeth.

“Cam, please…” I start to say.

“Do as you’re f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin’ hands off me Terry.”

“Well that’s f*ckin 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 bonnet of the car, he pins him with just one hand as the man uses two to try and prise Cam’s fingers from his throat. I stand and watch in shock as Cam pulls a gun from the back of his jeans and forces it into the man’s mouth.