Page 32 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Cash

AT LEAST SHE HAS TERRIBLE AIM

“You fucking put cameras in her bathroom?” Kian shakes his head, his lips twitching like he’s trying to stop himself from grinning. “You are over the top, bro.”

I shrug and pull through the gates of my house. “Like you wouldn’t do it.”

Xander surprises us all by speaking up, his eyes dark and stormy. “I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Casting Xander a sideways glance, I drive down the long driveway.

“You’re gone for her, dude,” Kian finally says.

“I am not. Jesus. I only knew her for a few hours when I had them installed.” That probably doesn’t make it much better, but who cares? Not me. I wanted to keep an eye on Jordyn Kingston, and that’s all there is to it.

“Cash, you considered her yours the second you laid eyes on her. I saw it. They saw it. You’re just too damn stubborn to admit it,” Xander snaps, his eyebrows furrowed.

“We all know you have feelings for her. When have we ever kidnapped a woman before? We don’t do shit like that.

And from the way she looks at you, she fucking feels it as well. For some un-fucking-believable reason.”

Glaring at my brother, I suck in a deep breath, trying to calm myself so I don’t punch him. Why is it so unbelievable that Jordyn would want me? I’m a good man. A family man. I’m loyal, rich as hell, and from the screaming climaxes she had with me, I’d say she’s pretty obsessed with my dick.

“But,” he continues, holding his hands up to soothe me, “we’re about to kill her father. Do you think she’s going to want you once that happens?”

A cold bucket of ice might as well have been poured over my head as his words hit me.

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s not wrong. Jordyn doesn’t respect her father, but he’s still her father. He’s still her blood and the person who raised her. She might not be close with him, but would she be able to get over me killing him to avenge my dad? Probably not.

Not that it really matters. I’ve kept her locked up in my house this long; I’m not past keeping her locked up longer against her will. Eventually, she’ll have to get over this, right?

Beckett pushes the key remote to his Lamborghini and starts toward it.

“I don’t think we really need to worry about whether she’ll forgive him for killing Kingston, because she’s never going to forgive him for the hidden cameras in her bathroom.

We’ll be lucky if he’s still alive once she’s done with him. ”

I shoot him a glare as Kian laughs and follows Beckett to climb into the passenger seat. When I look back at Xander, he’s not scowling like he was a moment ago. The corners of his lips tip up into a smirk.

“Yeah. Good luck with that, bro. If she does kill you, just know I love you.” He bumps shoulders with me as he passes to go to his SUV. “We’ll start digging into everything Kingston said. Call us when you’re done dealing with that situation .”

All three of them laugh, and I blow out a breath and turn around to stare at my front door.

A situation indeed.

No doubt she’s pissed at me.

But my girl needs to learn that just because she’s pissed, doesn’t mean she can get away with being naughty.

It’s time she meets Daddy’s belt.

When I get upstairs, Caleb is standing right outside her room, arms crossed over his chest. As soon as he sees me, he steps aside so I can enter.

“She okay?” I ask.

“Yes, sir. Her legs might be a bit scraped up from the brush, but other than that, she’s fine.”

I clench my jaw and nod. Not only did she try to run from me, but she fucking put herself in danger doing it. If Caleb hadn’t been tailing her, who knows where she’d be right now. She’s lucky all she got was some scratches, but she’s still in trouble for doing something so reckless.

“Thanks. Take the next hour or so off,” I tell him.

Caleb dips his chin, amusement pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Good luck, sir.”

Why does everyone keep saying that?

As soon as I press my thumb to the door, it unlocks, and I storm in, slamming it behind me.

And then a shoe flies past my head, smacking the wall a few feet to my left.

Another one follows, this time coming closer to hitting me, but I side-step it.

“What the fuck?” I boom.

She stands across the room, scowling at me with a pile of stuff on the bed next to her. She picks up something else and hurls it at me. It misses me by a lot, but before I can laugh at her terrible throwing, a hairbrush comes flying directly at my face.

“How dare you!?” she screams, jabbing her pointer finger toward me.

I dodge the brush, stepping forward, glaring at her. “How dare I ? Really, kitten? You ran from me!”

Another flip-flop spins through the air before she puts her hands on her hips. “I should’ve run the first day I got here! You sick psycho asshole! You put cameras in the goddamn bathroom! Watched me like a fucking pervert. Who does that?”

My vision blurs with rage, my lungs burning with each heavy breath I take.

“What were you doing when you watched me? Touching yourself? Getting off? While I showered? And used the toilet ?” She presses her hand to her forehead, wincing. “Oh, God. You’re a sick stalker kidnapper!”

She lunges at me, fists swinging, slamming into my chest. My cock throbs as I grab her wrists, locking them in my hands to hold her still.

“Stop,” I warn.

“Let go of me!”

“No.”

Jordyn yanks at her arms, though I won’t let go. She can be pissed all she wants, but I’m pissed too.

“I’m done playing your fucking games, Cash! Let me go. I’m done with your mindfucks. I’m done!”

Squeezing her wrists harder, I yank her toward me until we’re nose to nose, and the only sound I hear is blood rushing in my ears.

“Games?” I roar. “That’s rich, kitten, coming from the one who plays games, too!

Shaking your ass in front of Caleb. Eating goddamn gummy bears in my house to fuck with me! ”

She blinks once, twice, then shoves at my chest. “What are you talking about? They’re my favorite candy! I didn’t ask for them! Birdie got them for me. She asked me what a bunch of my favorite things were when we first met.”

My grip on her falters, and suddenly I can’t take a full breath. “You… what?”

Tears shine in her wild green eyes. I stare at Jordyn, lost for words.

I thought for sure she’d heard one of us talking about gummy bears or one of my brothers said something to her about it and she’d gotten them to fuck with me.

Seeing that bag of candy had shaken me to my core.

I thought she’d done it to hurt me. But she hadn’t. Not at all.

“You have hidden cameras in my bathroom. That’s so fucked up, Cash. I’ve stayed here and been pretty chill about this whole situation, but it’s time to let me go. Because this,”—she motions her hand between both of us—“is over. I need to leave.”

My heart starts to race as panic rises in my chest. I automatically shake my head. “You’re not going anywhere, kitten.”

Despite the tears in her eyes, there’s a fire in those beautiful irises of hers. My girl is going to fight me, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.

“You ran,” I say tightly. “You don’t get to run from me. Not now, not ever.”

She tries to shove at my chest, but I still have hold of her wrists, so she’s unsuccessful. My cock aches as she continues to struggle.

“I hate you!” she screams.

I chuckle and push her toward the edge of the bed. “We both know that’s not true, baby. Do you know what happens to naughty girls who try to run from their Daddy and then lie about how they feel?”

In one swift move, I let go of one wrist and spin her around with my grip still on the other.

I press my hand between her shoulder blades until she falls forward, her chest resting on the bed and her feet dangling over the side.

She screams and thrashes, but when I pull her arm behind her and pin it to her lower back, she’s stuck.

“Do you know what happens, kitten?” I prompt again. “They get to feel their Daddy’s belt on their ass. Then they get their filthy mouth fucked.”

I reach down with my free hand and undo my belt; the clinking of metal on metal is drowned out by her screams.

“Let me go! I hate you so much!”

With one yank, the leather slides through the loops with a sharp whoosh.

Her breaths are ragged. She’s furious, and when she turns her head and locks eyes with mine, there’s a flicker of need mixed with the hatred she wants to feel but doesn’t.

“I don’t think you hate me, kitten. In fact, I think you might love me.”