Page 31 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Jordyn

SICK AND TWISTED

How could I have been so stupid?

I trusted him.

Fucked him.

I actually liked him.

And the entire time, he’s been watching me.

In my most private space.

Where I masturbated in the shower while thinking about him.

Cash Savage is fucked up in so many ways. He’s jealous, possessive, and angry. He has more red flags than I have shoes, and I have a lot of shoes. But to watch me on hidden cameras… in the bathroom?

That’s sick and twisted. And now it feels like this has been nothing but a game to him.

He touched me like I meant something. Like I mattered. Like I was special.

I told him I trusted him.

Because I did.

Shit. Fuck.

I hate him. More than I’ve ever hated anyone before.

I’m done.

Done playing his games.

Done letting myself be toyed with.

Done feeling anything for him but disgust.

He thinks he won.

It feels like he has.

But I’m not going to let that happen.

I’m Jordyn fucking Kingston. I’ve been dealing with asshole men all my life. It’s how I got to be this damn strong. Which I really need to be right now. Even if I do want to curl up into a ball and cry for a day or two. For several different reasons that I’ll have to figure out later.

Because, right now, I need to get out of here. Out of this house. Away from this psycho.

How many guards did I see today? One by the front door, and one by the door that leads to the garages. There was probably one near the side entrance that leads out to a patio. So, at least three men. I haven’t seen Caleb, though. He’s the one who always goes out to the backyard with me.

I need to be smart about this. It’s the middle of the desert.

I can’t just escape and hope for the best. Maybe if I follow the concrete wall that wraps around the house, it will lead me to the main road.

As long as I can get to a road, I can hitch a ride with someone who is hopefully not a murderer.

Before I talk myself out of it, I put on the sturdiest pair of flip-flops that Cash brought me from my apartment.

Better shoes would be awesome, but I have to make do with what I have at my disposal.

Hopefully, the Las Vegas heat doesn’t melt the rubber soles before I climb into my murderer’s car. It would suck to have scorched feet.

Not caring about anything else, I squeeze my eyes shut and take several steadying breaths. I can do this. He’s an evil man who I need to get away from. I hate Cash Savage, and I’m not going to be his prisoner anymore.

I might vomit.

Slowly and quietly, I tiptoe to the bedroom door and open it, peeking into the hall to confirm there’s no one in sight. I’m taking a huge risk here. I don’t even want to imagine what will happen if I get caught.

Trying to be as casual as possible, even though my heart is thudding hard, I make it to the stairs. I’m halfway down when I make eye contact with the front door guard. I flip him off and glare at him as usual, and he smirks at me without saying a word. He never does.

The closer I get to the back doors, the harder it is to breathe.

I will myself not to faint as I pass by one of the black couches that adorn the living room.

If that’s what this even is. There are so many sitting rooms in this house, it’s hard to tell what they’re all meant for.

I’ve used each one a couple of times, and my mood has determined which one I’ve used.

One is darker and moodier, while this one is brighter and airier with all the windows encircling it.

My fingers shake as I wrap them around the doorknob. Almost there. Just a little longer. I can do this.

Blistering heat blows in my face as I step outside. Shit. It’s so hot today. Probably close to one hundred degrees. A perfect pool day. One with mojitos and nachos. And a hot, tattooed bad boy who makes me feel like a queen.

No.

Fuck no.

He crossed a line… At least, I think it’s a line.

Being obsessed is one thing, but cameras in the bathroom? How freaking humiliating. My cheeks heat at the thought of what he may have watched me do. What things he might have been doing to himself while spying on me. Touching himself. Stroking his big cock as he watches me shower.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I scan the backyard. Cash’s property is hundreds of acres, but most of it is empty desert land behind the house, from what I can tell.

Other than the pool, there’s a fountain, hot tub, and an entire tiled patio with a stone fireplace, a full outdoor kitchen, and a mounted big screen, along with a bunch of cozy seating spots in random areas.

It’s serene and beautiful. One day, when I have a house of my own, I’m going to design the backyard like this.

Cash might be an asshole, but I’m in love with his damn home.

The stone wall was built low so the Las Vegas Strip lights are completely visible in the distance. I eye it, wondering if I’ll actually be able to get myself to the other side. It’s probably only four feet so I can see over it, but lifting my ass up there on my own might be a struggle.

A chair.

Yes, that will work.

Grabbing the closest teak chair, I drag it to the wall, and as quickly as possible, I step up and peer over the stone.

All desert.

Dry ground, sagebrush, and cacti.

If I can make it over the wall, I can follow it around the front of the house. That will put me closer to a main road. Somewhere.

I still have no idea where the hell I am, but the view of The Strip is all I need. As long as I can see it, I know I’m close.

The stone is warm when I press my palms to it and glance back one last time to confirm I’m alone. Then, I hoist myself up, sliding over on my butt. Even though it’s not very far down, I hesitate and bite my lip before I let myself drop to the ground.

Holy crap.

I did it!

I’m free.

Well, not totally. But one step closer.

Ducking low, I move along the wall awkwardly, trying to watch where I’m stepping. There are definitely snakes and spiders out there, and I’d prefer not to have an encounter with either.

Slowly, and as carefully as possible, I start moving along the wall, thankful for it guiding me, hopefully to freedom. Sweat gathers at the back of my neck.

“I couldn’t have been kidnapped in the winter. It just had to be while it’s a million freaking degrees outside.” I’m not one to normally talk to myself, but I need it right now.

I wipe my brow and trudge through the brush, hissing when something scrapes against my leg. “Stupid desert. Who the hell would want to actually go hiking in this shit?”

Definitely not Cash. Thank God. I would have told him to kill me if he’d tried to take me hiking.

In a way, I’m glad the date between Eliott and me didn’t happen because it never would have ended well anyway.

The man probably enjoys eating healthy, too.

No, thank you. I’m not opposed to it in moderation, but I’m the type of girl who likes to eat things that make me happy.

If I’m going to cry, I’d rather cry into a bag of salty chips than a salad.

Of course, that’s why I look like this, and Elliott looks like a stone statue.

Then again, Cash is just as hard-bodied and fit as Elliott.

He’s definitely more muscular and bigger than Elliott.

The man can lift me and toss me around like I weigh nothing.

It’s the hottest freaking thing ever. And though I hate Cash more than anything, I’ll always be grateful for how sexy and feminine he made me feel while we got along.

“I can’t believe I fucked him. What the hell was I thinking?

I had sex with my captor. Oh, God. I’m going to be on one of those TV shows where I have to admit to the world that I fell in love with the man who drugged and kidnapped me.

” I shake my head and sigh. Not my finest moment.

To be fair, Cash Savage is more than he appears to the outside world. He’s deeper than he seems.

“He’s still an asshole,” I mutter to myself. “An asshole who secretly recorded me in the bathroom.”

Shaking my head, I squint under the sun’s rays. I pause and look around, trying to catch my breath. I haven’t made it very far. Navigating through the brush is harder than I thought. Though, how would I have known? I’m a city girl and proud of it.

When I’ve gotten my heart rate down a bit, I start moving again, though at this rate, it will be Christmas by the time I reach the road. Maybe the person who picks me up will have mercy on me if it’s the holidays, though, and decide not to murder me.

I laugh and shake my head, my mouth starting to feel like I have sand in it. “I’m losing it. What the hell was I thinking?”

An arm clamps around me, yanking me back against something rock hard that smells like wood and spice.

Caleb.

“I was wondering the same thing,” he agrees. “Kept me entertained watching you for the last hour, though.”

Heat rises to my cheeks as I try throwing an elbow into his stomach, but it does nothing to get him to release me.

“Let me go!” I scream.

He chuckles and starts backtracking, moving much more agilely than I was through the brush. “Sorry, Miss Kingston. I have a job to do.”

“You haven’t even been around, asshole, so why are you suddenly doing your job now? Let me go!” I swing my hand, hoping to connect with his balls. Instead, it lands on his thigh, and I wince as I connect with nothing but rock-hard muscle.

“Been here the whole time. The boss told me to keep my distance so you would feel more at home.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I’m stunned into silence as I soak it in.

So I would feel more at home.

In his house.

Within minutes, we’re back at the stone wall. He doesn’t let me go before he hoists both of us up and over without getting winded.

“I hate you,” I hiss.

No one should be that fit. It’s just wrong.

Caleb laughs, and as much as I hate to admit it, I missed this big lug. He’s still absolutely an asshole, though.

“Let me go, Caleb. Please! I’ll hire you and pay you double what Cash does. Be loyal to me instead of that monster.”

“Mr. Savage pays me well. And we both know he’s not a monster.”

Every corner he rounds, I try to grab hold of it with the tips of my fingers to keep him from dragging me farther into the house. How the hell are these men so strong?

“He put cameras in my bathroom! Who does that? What kind of man watches a woman in the bathroom?”

Caleb ignores my questions and takes the stairs two at a time, jostling me like a sack of potatoes. My stomach gives a little protest at all the movement, so I squeeze my eyes shut and grip his shirt, hoping for some sense of stability.

A second later, he bends forward and drops me on the bed. The one in the bedroom I just tried to run from. Without waiting, I jump up and take off toward the open door as fast as possible, but Caleb blocks me before I make it three steps.

“Don’t even think about it, Miss Kingston. I brought you back here instead of taking you to the cells as a courtesy.” His tone is all serious. Deadly even. But his stupid, annoying face is smug as hell as he easily keeps me from getting past him.

“I hate you! You’re as bad as him!”

Caleb backs away, and I don’t try to fight him again. It’s pointless. The man is like a brick wall of fitness, while my breath saws in and out of my lungs. Maybe I should hike occasionally. Or something.

Fucking Cash was a fantastic workout.

No.

He’s an asshole.

Dead to me.

“You’re right about that. I wouldn’t hesitate to put surveillance on my girl, anywhere that she goes.

But don’t you think it’s better to have a man who is so obsessed with you that he’d do anything for you instead of dating one of those Elliott Carver type fuck-boys who would treat you like you’re less than anything but a goddess? ”

My mouth falls open.

Why does that actually sound halfway reasonable?

I must be losing my mind. Am I dehydrated from my time out in the desert? Probably. Because nothing that Caleb just said is reasonable.

Before I get the chance to snap back, he disappears from the room. As soon as he closes the door, the solid clink of the lock engaging makes me wince.

Fuck.

So now I’m stuck, and I suspect the next person who comes through that door will probably be huffing and puffing it down because I tried to run away.

Well, I’ve got news for him. He might be the big, bad wolf, but he messed with the wrong girl if he thinks I’m going to let him get away with what he did.

Until now, I’ve been an angel to him in comparison to what’s to come.