Page 14 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

As badly as I want to, I don’t go out to her. Instead, I carry her bags upstairs, drop them on her bed, and head downstairs to the front door. If I stay in this house, I’ll end up doing something I can’t take back. Something I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

Work is the smart choice.

It will keep me distracted.

Anything to get her out of my head. Even if it’s only for a little while.

Because I’m starting to think this girl isn’t just a fucking Kingston.

She’s a curse, and I might be under her spell.

The casino has been alive all night. Nothing but a blur of poker chips, cash, cards, and dice as I walk through one of our game floors.

It’s business as usual.

And I don’t give a fuck about any of it.

I nod at our employees as I pass, exchange short words with management and security here and there, running on autopilot the entire time. Once I’ve confirmed everyone has what they need and our players are happy, I head into my office and turn on the casino floor surveillance, watching mindlessly.

It’s boring and repetitive, but I’m not really paying attention. My mind is constantly racing, in two places at once.

One in the ground, where my father is buried, and the other is at the house where Jordyn fucking Kingston is lying on one of my lounge chairs, wearing my shirt and living it up like it’s her kingdom.

I press my thumb and forefinger into my eyes and sigh. A few seconds later, I grab my phone and text the lead detective who is working on my father’s case.

Cash: Any updates?

Detective Herrera: Nothing new. We’re doing everything we can, Cash. We’ll find whoever it was.

They might be doing whatever they can, but it’s still not enough. How the fuck can a man be shot on Las Vegas Boulevard and yet no one saw anything, and the cameras have no footage? It makes me think it must be a local who has a lot of connections.

I switch over to the group text I share with my brothers.

Cash: Anything from Cassian?

Kian: Not yet. He’s working on tracking Kingston down.

Beckett: How’s your kitten today? Is she purring yet or still hissing at you?

Cash: Shut the fuck up, Beckett.

Kian: I’d say she’s still hissing. Cash is still in a bad mood.

Beckett: What else is new?

I scowl at the screen. Idiots. Both of them.

My phone buzzes with a new message from Caleb, so I ignore my brothers and open the new one.

Caleb: Boss, Jordyn is passed out on the lounge chair. Do you want me to carry her up to her room?

Unexpected rage hits me, and I press the call button instead of wasting a second to text in case he tries to make the decision himself. While I wait for him to answer, I check my watch. It’s nearly one in the morning. Why the hell is she still by the pool? Has she been out there all day?

“Yeah, boss?” Caleb answers.

“If you so much as lay a finger on her, I’ll destroy you,” I growl.

Caleb chuckles softly. “That’s why I asked, boss. I figured you wouldn’t want me to touch your girl.”

Your girl.

I should correct him. Tell him he’s way the fuck out of line right now. Yet, I don’t. I’m not sure why. And it pisses me off.

Jordyn Kingston is not my girl. If she were, her ass would be red all the time, and her cunt would be dripping with my come every second of the day to remind her that she’s mine.

Fuck.

I adjust my cock and squeeze my eyes shut, collecting myself for a second before I speak again. “Why is she passed out on the lounger? Why didn’t she go up to bed?”

“I’d guess it was the six mojitos that Edith has given her since dinner.”

What the hell?

“Six?”

“Yeah, boss,” Caleb answers, amusement laced in his voice.

“Jordyn told Edith that she hasn’t taken a vacation in years, and since she’s being forced to do nothing here, she’s going to make the most of it.

Then she told Edith how much she loves the backyard here, but made her promise not to tell you. ”

Jesus.

Why the hell hasn’t she taken a vacation?

Shaking my head, I sigh. It doesn’t matter why. At least she’s enjoying the time off she’s getting. Even if it is against her will. Although she sure as fuck isn’t helping me with any information I need. She’s got to know something about her asshole father.

“Don’t fucking touch her. I’ll be home shortly.”

Then I end the call and stride out of my office.

I make it home in record time, ignoring all the speed limits. No one drives the limit here anyway. Besides, with the amount of money I give to the city, there’s not a cop here in Vegas who would give me a ticket, if they even dared to pull me over.

When I get home, the house is quiet, and I head directly toward the backyard. Caleb is sitting in a chair, looking at his phone, while Jordyn is curled up on the lounger several yards away.

“How drunk was she?” I stare down at her under the low glow of moonlight.

She looks so soft and innocent when she sleeps. It stirs something protective inside me that shakes me to my core. I don’t remember ever feeling protective of a woman other than my mom.

“She told me that I had nice eyes instead of telling me to fuck off, so I’d say pretty drunk.”

I scowl at him. “You can leave now.”

Because the last thing I want to hear about is how Jordyn was flirting with him. She might have been the one instigating it, but it still makes me want to murder him.

Caleb dips his head. “Night, boss.” Then he disappears, and I’m left alone with the woman I want to hate, but don’t.

Slowly and gently, I slide an arm under her knees and one under her shoulders and lift her against me. “Come on, sleeping beauty. Let’s get you into bed.”

She hums and snuggles into my chest, though she doesn’t open her eyes. “You smell good,” she murmurs.

I carefully move from room to room and up the stairs. “Yeah? Did you tell Caleb he smells good, too?”

“Mm, no. I don’t like his cologne. Yours smells good, though.

Reminds me of sunshine and the ocean. It’s sexy.

What’s it called?” Her voice is barely audible, and she’s mumbling so much I’m pretty sure she’s not actually awake.

But if that’s what it takes for her to compliment me instead of spewing insults, I’ll take it.

“It’s Versace Man.”

Another soft him and then a sniff. “So yummy.”

When I get to her room, I lower her onto the bed, trying to ignore my dick as it twitches from being so close to her.

I toss the bags I brought from her place to the floor and pull back the covers as best as I can to get her tucked in under them. Meanwhile, Jordyn has already passed out again and is snoring slightly. A smile pulls at my lips as I listen. It’s more like a purr than anything.

My sleepy kitten.

I turn the lights down low and then head straight to my bedroom to grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and some ibuprofen. Something tells me she’s not going to feel so great in the morning after six mojitos.

By the time I return, she’s curled up in a ball under the covers, her long hair spread out over the pillow like a fan. When I set the bottle down, she moves slightly.

“I’m putting water and medicine on the bedside table for you,” I tell her. “Be a good girl and take it as soon as you wake up, otherwise you’re going to feel like shit.”

She sighs and nods. “Okay, Daddy.”

I freeze, every muscle in my body tense as I stare at her. She’s not awake. She didn’t mean that. Yet every nerve in my body is suddenly on fire and my cock is at full attention, wanting her. Wanting to hear her call me that again while I sink into her tight pussy.

Needing to get out of here as quickly as possible, I leave her room, careful not to slam her door before I storm past the security guard posted in the hall.

How the fuck did I let myself get in this deep?

I barely know her.

But I think I might want to.

And that scares the hell out of me in more ways than one.