Page 2 of Savage Captor (Deadly Devotion #1)

“You said that Luther was the one who killed Samuel,” Cain says, lowering himself into one of the two chairs across the desk and getting straight to business. “Please expand.”

“All business, as always,” Boyce grunts.

“Boring as hell, but it’s why I like you.

” He reaches for a stack of manilla folders on his desk and flips them open.

“Right. Luther was the one to kill your dear brother, Grey, but it looks like he didn’t act alone.

He had help from his daughter, who lured Sam to her dad so he could get to work. ”

The heat in my veins turns to ice, a sudden, merciless freeze that grips my spine. A whisper of intuition stirs—a warning, quiet but insistent. Something’s off.

Sam wasn’t careless or reckless. He didn’t get distracted by petty smiles or fleeting temptations. He was meticulous, a shadow in the world of facts and strategy, always weighing every move before making it. And yet, somehow, he was blindsided. Brought to his death by a girl.

By Luther’s daughter. I didn’t even know Luther had kids.

“What evidence do you have?” Cain asks calmly.

“Sam’s tracker pinged just before he died.

It took me a while to find out exactly where it pinged from, the Widowers have good signal scramblers, but our tech guy managed.

” Boyce slides a manilla folder across the desk to us.

Cain reaches for it and flips it open, while I stare at it over his shoulder, jaw clenched.

I see indistinguishable lines of code, letters and symbols that eventually amount to coordinates.

Since I’m not good with tech, I trust Cain to confirm this one, and so he does.

“He’s right,” Cain says after a moment. “It tracks. These are the coordinates for Luther’s base.” He tosses the file on the table and gazes at Boyce. “What does this have to do with Luther’s daughter?”

“See, that’s the interesting part. When I figured out it was Luther who killed our Sam, I had to wonder how he managed to pick Sam up.

The kid was damn neurotic in his carefulness.

So, I had our tech bum do some digging. He tracked down Luther’s daughter—Scarlett.

The girl’s in university, far away from her dad, but records show she’s still financially supported by him and does favors for him.

Conveniently, her school happens to be two hours from us.

Looks like she matched with Sam on a dating app, lured him to a location for a date, and passed on intel to her father about it.

Her father swooped in, and… well. You saw the state of Sam’s body. ”

“ Fuck ,” I roar, the simmering anger inside me boiling over, turning into an uncontrollable inferno.

I told Sam not to screw around with dating apps, but he wanted an easy, anonymous way to get laid.

I told him to stay off the radar, to be careful, and he always was…

except for in the one instance that led him to his death.

“What proof do you have of your allegations?” Cain asks smoothly. I barely hear him. I barely hear Boyce’s response, but then Boyce tosses another file over the table to us, and I snatch it before Cain can. I open the folder, and the sight that greets me are pictures of a stunning girl.

These are photos that were taken by a professional who must’ve stalked her—she’s walking out of a large building engraved with Baywood University , a backpack slung over her shoulder.

The shot is a close-up, showcasing her long, wavy red hair, sparkling green eyes, and smattering of freckles across her nose.

I turn the page of the file and see another shot, this one a bit farther away.

She’s getting into a car with blacked out windows, one that looks reinforced, with a small smile on her full lips.

She’s wearing a short summer dress that shows off toned legs and a trim waist.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous, but I’m not struck by her beauty as much as I am by her evil. She’s a siren from mythology—she used her looks to beckon my brother away from safety and straight to her, where she dragged him to the bottom of the ocean.

I’m not staring at a pretty girl; I’m staring at a vixen—a fiend who took the one person I’ve never lived without from me. A demon sent from the hell of her father’s organization to drag sailors to their doom.

“This isn’t proof,” Cain says. “These are just pictures of a college girl. ”

“Proof is intel I got from a trusted source,” Boyce says sharply.

“You’re gonna have to take my word on it—it’s legit.

She got Sam to her father, who tortured and killed him.

” Boyce glares at Cain, waiting for him to say something else, but Cain just gives a shrug.

Then, Boyce turns to me. “She ruined your life, son. But there’s good news.

She’s not protected—her father thought she’d fly under the radar, so he left her without guards.

She’s our way to her father.” He leans back in his seat, a different sort of smile spreading on his lips.

This one is evil and malevolent. It matches the feelings bubbling up inside of me, preparing me to hunt this girl down and kill her, then send her to her father the same way he sent my brother to me.

“Let me have her,” I say. “Let me grab her, bring her here, and do to her what her father did to my brother. What she facilitated . She’s fucking mine, Boyce.”

Boyce tilts his head to the side, something sparkling in his gaze.

“There are plans at play here, boy. Her death can’t be quick.

If we want this to work, we gotta be smart.

She’ll have valuable information, and I want all of it before you kill her.

By the time her death comes, I want her wounded and broken, so that when we send her body to her father, he has to retaliate.

He has to come for us.” He smirks. “Then we can get that bastard once and for all. Are you boys with me?”

I glance at Cain, who’s gazing at Boyce impassively. He meets my eyes, then looks back to Boyce. “Sure.”

“Give me her location and I’ll take her,” I say.

Boyce’s grin widens. “Good. She lives off campus in a swanky apartment her father bought her.”

“Living the high life,” I mutter tonelessly. “While bringing people to her father like lambs to slaughter.”

I might not be able to get my hands on Luther yet—he’s too well protected.

But his daughter is in for an entire world of pain.

Of agony . Everything that was done to my brother, I will do to her tenfold.

She will live and breathe misery until the moment I decide to grant her the sweet mercy of death.