Page 29 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Cash

MY GIRL DOESN’T LIKE HIKING

“Son of a bitch!” I shout.

As soon as the three of us climb into my Range Rover, I speed away from my house, my fists clenched around the steering wheel.

“Why the hell are we going to see Carver?” Xander asks, pulling the slide of his gun to make sure it’s prepped.

He knows something’s about to go down, and he’s ready for it. We’re always ready for it. Until we’re not. Until we’re blindsided like we were with our dad.

Never again.

The Savage family has always owned the majority of Las Vegas, but that’s going to change. We’re going to own all of it and rule this entire fucking city like it’s our kingdom.

“Because that motherfucker lied,” I snap. “I told him I had Jordyn, and he didn’t say a fucking word about dating her.”

The tires squeal as I turn a sharp corner without slowing down. “That asshole was going to go on a date with her! Probably planning to fuck her!”

Unable to control myself, I slam my fist into the large center touch screen, smashing it and sending plastic pieces flying off the dash.

“Jesus,” Xander groans, running a hand over his face before he looks over at me, scowling. “You’re falling for her.”

My first instinct is to deny it. To tell him he’s wrong, and that I don’t give a flying fuck about Jordyn Kingston. Something bigger hits me instead. Something I don’t expect.

A need to defend her. To protect her. Claim her as mine so nobody fucks with her. To be loyal to her.

“Are you in love with her?” Xander demands, his eyes narrowed, unable to even fathom that thought.

“What? Fuck no!” I snap.

Because I’m not. Love isn’t on the table with her. Someone as bright and sweet and beautiful as Jordyn couldn’t love someone like me. I’m selfish, cruel, twisted as fuck, and an asshole. Even if I made her my entire fucking world.

Xander drops his head back against the seat. “Christ, Cash.”

“Okay, aside from Cash being in love with the bombshell. Why would Carver keep it from you? Why wouldn’t he say something?” Beckett asks from the back seat.

Glaring at the road, I chew the inside of my cheek. Why, in fact, would he keep that from me? What was the point? It doesn’t matter. What matters is that motherfucker was going to touch what’s mine, and he’s going to pay for that. It doesn’t matter that she didn’t know me at the time.

“I don’t fucking know. But he’s going to learn that lying to me doesn’t end well.”

Kian is already at the front entrance to the casino where Elliott Carver’s home office is. We all have our home bases. Mine is at The Obsidian Hotel and Casino. It’s our largest building on The Strip, second to The Sapphire.

“What the fuck are we doing here?” Kian asks when the three of us stride past him. “Hope you don’t mind giving me a ride home. I used a car service here because I was at The Empire.”

The Empire is two hotels down from here, but in Vegas distance, that might as well be ten miles away.

“Pretty sure Cash is here to make sure Carver knows that Jordyn belongs to him,” Beckett says with amusement.

We enter the gaming floor and march over to the elevator that goes directly to Elliott’s office. His security guard nods and scans his key to call the lift for us. It’s not until we’re alone inside that I speak.

“Elliott Carver lied to me. He withheld information about having a date with Jordyn. I want to know why.”

Kian whistles and glances at Beckett and Xander. “How are we going to get his body downstairs and out to our SUV without anyone noticing?”

I shoot him a glare. These fucking assholes. I love them to death, but sometimes I want to kill them.

The elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open. Instead of addressing the much-too-perky secretary who greets us—another young woman with a tight dress on that barely covers her assets—I charge right into his office.

Elliott looks up, startled, and rises from his chair. When he sees all four of us, his eyes go wide for a second before he masks it with a smile.

“The Savage brothers. This was unex?—”

He’s unable to finish his sentence as my fist meets his jaw, sending him staggering backward.

“What the hell, Cash?” he shouts, his hand flying up to his face.

I swing again, this time cracking him in the nose. When I shove him, he slams against the wall behind his desk.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you had arranged to go on a date with Jordyn the other night?” I growl, only inches from him.

A flicker of confusion pinches his face before he shakes his head and holds up his hands. “Dude, calm down. It was just a friendly date. We ran into each other at a coffee shop, and we talked about going hiking.”

Hiking?

What the fuck?

My girl doesn’t like hiking.

She likes the pool.

And cherry mojitos.

“At night? You were going to take her hiking in the desert at night?” I demand, stepping even closer.

“No, I mean we were going to have dinner, but it was nothing.”

I pull back and hit him again, only this time he blocks my fist and tries to shove me back.

“Nothing? She’s nothing? Is that what the fuck you’re trying to say to me?”

My brothers stand back and let me handle this, but they’ll step in if needed. Not that Carver would be able to outfight me. He’s a square. The only fighting he has probably ever done was fencing or some stuck-up sport like that.

“No, fuck. I just mean… Look, you were all territorial about her the other night, so I didn’t think it would be a good idea to say anything.”

In a flash, I snap my arm out and grab him by the throat, pressing him against the wall. “You don’t talk to, date, or fantasize about Jordyn. Fucking hear me? She’s mine.”

Elliott chokes and nods as he tries to pry my hand away from his airway. I stare at him, shooting daggers. Finally, I release him and take a step back as he starts coughing.

“Jesus,” he mumbles, sucking in a breath. “It wasn’t anything serious. More of a business dinner than anything.”

A vise wraps around my ribcage, making it hard to breathe. This motherfucking bastard. I should kill him. And I will if he makes one more wrong move when it comes to my kitten.

“It’s serious to me.”

She’s serious to me.

“Okay, I understand,” he answers, his eyes still watering from the nose punch.

“Fucking good.” I turn on my heel, my brothers smirking at me when I do. They don’t like Elliott, either.

“Cash, man,” Elliott calls out as we reach the door to his office. “I never meant any harm. We’ve always gotten along, and I don’t want our business relationship to be ruined because of a woman.”

Curling my hands into fists at my side, I turn to face him. “We never had a business relationship, Carver. And Jordyn isn’t a woman. She’s my woman.”

Without another word, I stride out of his office with my brothers. The four of us stay silent while we move as a unit through the casino floor and out to the valet. It’s not until we’re in my car that any of us speaks.

“Well, that went well, don’t you think?” Kian asks.

Xander grunts. “Fun to see Carver get his fucking face punched in. I’ve always hated that pompous asshole. I don’t trust a word he says.”

I navigate through heavy traffic, my gut twisting. Until now, the Carver family has been easy to work with. They’ve run their businesses quietly over the years. Now that Elliott is the CEO of Carver Gaming, maybe I need to re-examine their existence in this city.

“I still don’t know why the fuck he kept it from me.

Our meeting was cool and cordial. It was a casual conversation about me holding Jordyn hostage.

” I think about my kitten and how I’ll handle her when I get home.

Why didn’t she tell me her date was with Elliott Carver?

She’s going to learn what happens when she keeps stuff from me, that I do know.

Beckett reaches forward to show me his phone. “Fuck Carver. We have better things to do. Cassian Black just arrived at the private airport with Thomas Kingston in custody. I told Cassian to bring him to our north warehouse.”

Blood rushes to my head as my heart pounds like Thor’s hammer against my ribcage.

It’s almost been two weeks since my dad was murdered. That’s too long that Thomas Kingston has been breathing.

We’re halfway to the warehouse when it dawns on me that after I end Kingston’s life today, I’m going to have to release Jordyn.

My plan was to destroy him, his entire family, and his business.

To make all of them feel the same pain as I do.

I don’t know about Jacob yet, but I know deep in my gut that Jordyn had nothing to do with my father’s murder.

It doesn’t feel right making her pay for Thomas Kingston’s sins.

Unlike him, she actually cares about their empire.

And she’d be a damn good CEO. She deserves the company.

She deserves to live her life. Even if it is without me.

Darkness lingers at the edge of my mind as the thought of living without her settles.

The past five days have been some of the best I can remember ever having.

Sadness is still etched in my soul from missing my dad, but Jordyn has made it easier.

Even when she’s being a brat and difficult as hell, she makes life in general feel easier.

“Did Cassian say if he also has Jacob?” I ask when I put my car in park.

We climb out and gather, then head toward the shitty, rundown warehouse.

Beckett nods. “Jacob is here, too.”

We enter through one of the large metal doors, moving quietly in the dark space. Thankfully, because it’s nothing but metal and concrete in here, it stays somewhat cool despite the near three-digit temperature outside.

Thomas and Jacob Kingston are in the center of the largest open area, nothing but wood crates and a bunch of dangerous men surrounding them.

As soon as Thomas sees us, his eyes go wide, and he shakes his head. “I didn’t have anything to do with your father’s death. I swear it on my life, Cash.”

I study the older man for a moment, then turn my gaze to Jacob, who looks like he’s ready to vomit any second.