Page 18 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Cash

MY brOTHERS ARE ASSHOLES

My cock is hard.

How am I supposed to concentrate on anything other than the way it felt to discipline my little kitten?

She was so perfect while I spanked her. Squirmy and whiny and vocal, yet soft and submissive at the same time.

I almost ordered her to her knees to suck my cock right then and there, but I somehow had an ounce of restraint. It’s quickly dissipating, though.

I’ve been patient with Jordyn. I’ve waited for answers.

It’s been three days. Three long days of the brat testing me in every way possible, and it’s time for her to give me what I want.

Then, I’m going to give her what I want.

Which is the fuck of a lifetime before I let her go for good.

She’s a woman. I won’t kill her. Other than wanting answers from her, I have no need for Jordyn aside from this burning desire that keeps getting stronger by the second.

I can barely concentrate on anything else.

“Cassian,” I greet casually as Beckett holds up the phone for all of us to hear.

“Cash,” Cassian answers, his deep voice serious and short.

The man knows I’m all business, and he is too, which is why we work well together. Both of us are dangerous men, but in different ways. Enough so that neither wants to cross the other and we know it.

I’m not in the mood for pleasantries. Enough time has passed since my father was killed. I’m growing more impatient by the second, and the longer I keep Jordyn here, the more I keep forgetting why she’s here. It needs to end.

“Where is Thomas Kingston?” I ask.

“I’m looking for him. I’m in Paris right now. There’s a big race this weekend, so I assume this is where he’ll be. It’s strange that I can’t find any flight information on him. He doesn’t have his own plane from my research. Are you even sure he left the country?” Cassian asks.

I’m not sure about anything anymore. I’m not sure if I should believe anything Jordyn says, if I should continue to push her, or if letting her go is the right thing to do.

I’m starting to wonder whether keeping her here is for purely selfish reasons.

Because she makes me feel something I haven’t felt in too long. Even before my dad was killed.

“Keep looking. I’ll let you know if anything changes,” I snap.

Xander eyes me as Beckett ends the call. All three of them turn their attention to me, eyebrows raised.

“Someone’s in a foul mood,” Kian states. “More than usual.”

I glare at my brother, but don’t get a chance to speak before Xander does.

“Cash spanked Jordyn out by the pool. I’m pretty sure Caleb watched the entire thing based on the look on his face when he came inside,” Xander blurts.

My scowl moves to Xander. “Couldn’t keep that to yourself?”

He shrugs.

Beckett’s mouth curls into a grin. “You spanked that gorgeous ass? You lucky bastard. Why are you in here instead of balls deep in her right now?”

I practically fly across the office, grabbing my youngest brother by the throat and shoving him against a wall, white-hot rage shoots through me. “You ever talk about her ass like that again and I’ll break every fucking limb in your body. Do you hear me? She’s mine.”

The words spill out of me before I can even think about them, but I don’t regret them. No one else is touching her and that’s final.

Beckett’s eyes go wide, and he holds his hands up. “Dude, Cash, chill. I’m just fucking with you when I say stuff like that. She’s hot, yeah, but I only ever mean it playfully. I know she’s yours.”

I stare at him, my heart racing. She’s mine. For now. Until I let her go.

Kian pats my shoulder and pulls me back. “Calm down, Cash. It’s all good. Beckett’s just being an idiot.”

Deep down, I know that. None of us would ever fuck with each other’s girls, but there’s something about Jordyn that makes me feral. I want to kill any man who looks at her.

“Why’d you spank her?” Xander asks. “Based on her red eyes, I’d say it wasn’t a playful one.”

I let out a sigh and sink into my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. Why do I feel so out of control about her?

When I watched her take that fucking swimsuit cover-up off and roll over onto her stomach on the outside cameras, showing off her skimpy bikini and plump ass to Caleb, I nearly threw my laptop across the room.

I was up and headed outside in a flash. I should have sent Caleb inside and punished her in private, but in some sick, fucked-up way, I wanted him to see that she’s mine to punish.

Not his. And she needed to know I wouldn’t hesitate to do it in front of anyone if she acts up.

“She was flirting with Caleb. Asking him to rub tanning oil on her by the pool.”

My brothers eye each other silently before they look at me again.

“So, do we need to go bury Caleb’s body?” Kian finally asks.

It’s exactly what we needed to break the tension because all of us chuckle, and I shake my head. “No. He’s still alive. For now. Surprisingly, he’s remained professional around her despite how beautiful she is.”

“No comment.” Beckett smirks, and I roll my eyes. The guy is such an asshole, I could have had my gun pressed to his temple, but he’d still make a sarcastic remark a minute later about the same thing.

“Fuck off,” I mutter while showing him my middle finger.

Beckett grins and winks, and everything is good between us as always. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s the baby of the family or if it’s because he’s so damn charismatic, but Beckett is impossible to stay mad at for long. Even if he is a dick.

“You need to quit playing the nice captor and get some answers, Cash. Otherwise, we’re never going to find out what we need,” Xander says.

I glance at my laptop screen, still displaying the camera feed. She’s sunbathing on her back on the lounger, a sun hat hiding her heart-shaped face. She’s a Kingston. Although from what I’ve seen, she seems more like a Savage to me. And I’m not sure how to explain that to anyone. Even to myself.

I tear my eyes away from the screen to look at my brothers. “I’ll talk to her later. For now, we have businesses to run. Let’s go to work and poke around for information at the same time.”

Several of my closest men flank me as I step out onto the dazzling carpeted entrance of The Crown Hotel and Casino.

Tourists move aimlessly around us, like moths to a flame, as they head into the casino.

Hoping to make a bet that will change their lives forever.

The energy of Vegas is like no other; I’ll never get tired of the glittering lights and electrified atmosphere.

Women eye me hungrily as I pass them, their husbands too busy trying to win a hand of cards to notice.

I ignore their lingering gazes, looking straight ahead as I stride toward the private elevator that will take me up to Elliott Carver’s office.

Just before I get there, I’m stopped and searched as standard protocol.

I give my gun to one of my security guards, who will stay down here before nodding at Carver’s men.

Without pausing, they let me through with a different member of my security detail.

When we get to the top floor and step into the bright white marble lobby, I signal for my man to stay where he is as Elliott’s young secretary leads me into his office.

The girl looks fresh out of high school.

She won’t last long, I’m sure. Working in this industry isn’t easy. Especially working for the top dogs.

“Mr. Cash Savage is here to see you,” she informs Elliott.

The dark-haired man, and my longtime business acquaintance, looks up from his computer and smiles, then waves me in.

He knew I was coming. This isn’t a surprise visit like I would do to someone else to be an asshole.

Elliott is a decent person, and he’s one of the few I trust in this town.

He was raised in this world, like me. The only difference is his family comes from old money and has had stakes in Las Vegas for generations while my parents fought and clawed in their younger years to turn shitty, rundown casinos into billion-dollar luxury that people spend a fortune to stay in for a few nights. Their old money has nothing on us.

“Thanks, Candy.” He winks at the scantily dressed woman.

The hair on the back of my neck prickles, and I narrow my gaze at the man in front of me.

I never took Elliott as the type to fuck his secretary. I can’t judge; I did it in the past when I was younger and dumber. But we’re in our late thirties, fucking around like that is in the past. Now I prefer to have a secretary I trust and don’t have to babysit. It makes business go smoother.

“Nice to see you, man.” Elliott comes around his desk and holds out his hand. “You caught me at the perfect time, I guess. I was supposed to have a date tonight, but I got stood up.”

He shakes his head, clearly annoyed by that, and I can’t say I blame him. It would piss me off if a woman did that to me. She’d definitely have a red ass if I ever saw her again. Then again, if a woman wasn’t that into me, I’d know it and wouldn’t even ask for a date.

Although my little kitten has me playing guessing games like a damn game show contestant.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m so good-looking, then,” I tease.

I’m sure Carver is considered good-looking to women, too, but we couldn’t be more opposite. Where I’m a tattooed, scarred, and twisted motherfucker, Elliott is a damn trust fund, polo-wearing pretty boy who looks like he should be on the golf course instead of in the world of gambling.

Elliott chuckles, and then his expression sobers. “My condolences about your dad. I was at the service, but I didn’t want to approach out of respect for your privacy.”

An ache forms in my chest, and I dip my chin. “Thanks. It’s been a rough time.”