Page 38 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Jordyn

CAN A HEART ACTUALLY brEAK IN TWO?

What?

What did he just say?

Oh my God.

Caleb is waiting outside your room. He will help you pack and escort you home. Take anything with you that you wish. You’re free to go, Jordyn.

Why is he helping me pack up and escorting me home? Why am I free? It doesn’t make sense.

Cash is already gone by the time I process his words and realize he walked out. I leap off the bed and cross the room, but as I put my hand on the doorknob, I pause.

Is this because of what he thinks my father did? Does this mean he didn’t do it? Is that why Cash is letting me go? Or is it something else?

Maybe he’s ready for me to be gone. Maybe he’s grown tired of whatever it is that we’ve had. Maybe he’s ready for something new.

Last night was the most amazing night of my life.

It was the kind of date night I’d love. Not hiking.

Not going to some fancy restaurant. No. It would be sitting poolside, eating gummy bears with a man who makes me feel like I’m God’s gift to Earth.

The only thing that would have made it better would have been a cherry mojito.

Then he talked to me like he really cared about me. Like I was his world. And I realized last night that somehow, in some fucked-up way, he’d become mine.

I can’t breathe. I’m in love with him, and he doesn’t feel the same. He never did. This was all a game. I was the pawn the entire time.

A weight so heavy presses on my chest, and I try to breathe, but suddenly I can’t. Tearing my hand away from the door, I start to back away.

I fell for him. His words and praise. The way he touched me, stroked me, looked at me. I trusted him.

Tears burn my eyes, and it pisses me off.

I’m not going to cry over Cash Savage. I knew it was temporary.

Even if it felt so much deeper than that.

So, so much deeper. Because every time we were together, I thought he could see my soul.

He understood me in a way no one ever has.

He gives me the safety to be sassy and brat him without backing down, like other men have done in the past. Hell, the man took care of me and cleaned me up after fucking me while I’m on my period.

Those aren’t temporary things. Those are husband kind of things.

Partner kind of things. Daddy kind of things.

He doesn’t see me as less than him because I’m a woman.

If anything, I think he’s impressed by me. It’s the hottest thing ever.

But he wants me gone.

He didn’t say he wanted to see me again.

We didn’t exchange phone numbers.

Hell, he isn’t even taking me home personally.

It’s over.

And now I can get on with my life.

My lonely, bland, loveless life where work swallows me whole and I barely exist outside of that. Where I crawl into bed alone each night. Where I have nobody to fight with.

I close my eyes, squeezing them tightly to stop my tears spilling over. How could he do this to me? Was last night just one more game?

Fuck it.

He doesn’t want me, and I’m not going to sit here sulking about it. If he wants me gone, I’ll leave. He’ll never see me again, which is fine by me.

A sob catches in my throat, and I cover my mouth to keep quiet as I pad from his room to mine, keeping my eyes down so I don’t have to look at Caleb yet.

Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything before I close the door behind me.

I start chaotically throwing on clothes before I grab a bag to pack my things.

He doesn’t want me. Why doesn’t he want me? Why am I once again not good enough?

I go into the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth, then splash some cold water on my face, hoping it will help soothe my bloodshot eyes.

Memories of last night replay in my mind.

Riding him and making love together without any penetration.

We didn’t need it. It was real. There was no way to fake that. Right?

Shaking my head, I choke out another sob.

“Stop it, Jordyn. Just stop it. You can fall apart when you get home.”

When I’ve grabbed everything I want to take with me, I slide on a pair of oversized sunglasses and open the bedroom door to Caleb.

His expression is a mask of indifference, but his eyes are concerned. Ignoring the pull of grief and betrayal in my chest, I brush past him.

“Let’s go,” I snap, making my way down the hall.

He follows silently, which is odd for Caleb. He’s not a chatty guy, but he usually has something to say back to me. Even if it is something sarcastic.

When I approach the front door, I don’t miss the fact that there’s no guard standing in the way. I let out a deep breath and look around the beautifully designed grand foyer that I’ve come to love one more time before I step out into the blazing Nevada sunshine.

Head held high, eyes straight ahead, shoulders back. Treat it as a business decision.

I can’t fall apart right now.

Not yet.

Not until I’m home alone.

Then I’ll break.

I’m just not sure if I’ll be able to glue the pieces of my heart back together.

“Go away, Caleb. I don’t need you to follow me up to my apartment.”

I push through the glass door, my bag slung over my shoulder. He tried to take it from me when I got out of the car, but I slapped his hands away and stormed away from him. And now the big lug is following me.

“Sorry, Miss Kingston. The boss wants me to ensure you’re delivered home safe and sound. I’ll do a sweep of your apartment and then be out of your hair.”

My heart does a little pitter-patter. Why does it feel like I’m losing a friend?

Probably because Caleb is the closest thing to a friend I’ve had in years.

I’ve kept myself too busy trying to prove myself to my father to have a social life.

Caleb may have been sitting twenty feet away in the shade while I was poolside drinking cocktails, but it sort of felt like I was hanging out with someone.

And now I’ll never see him again either. All because of Cash.

Daddy.

No.

He’s not my Daddy. Or my man. Or anything to me.

It’s fine.

I’ll get over him and move on.

I think.

Who am I kidding? There’s no getting over Cash Savage. There isn’t a single man in this world who measures up to him. He’s not perfect. He has a ton of faults. But the way he makes me feel… No one will be able to do that again.

As soon as I approach the security desk to get to the elevators, Derek lifts his head, does a double-take, and then grins. “Looking beautiful as always, Miss Kingston,” he greets me. “Welcome back…”

He trails off, and his eyes go wide when Caleb walks up behind me, breathing so loudly I glance back at him to make sure he’s not having a heart attack. Luckily, he’s not because I wouldn’t be able to stop the big guy from hitting the ground if he were to pass out.

Instead, his nostrils flare as he scowls at Derek, who is withering by the second.

“If you ever make an inappropriate remark toward Miss Kingston again, I’ll cut your dick off and send it in a gift-wrapped box to your mother,” Caleb growls.

I gasp and turn around to smack him in the chest. He glances down at me when I do.

“What the hell, Caleb?” I snap.

He nudges me forward, glaring at Derek, who I’m pretty sure has peed himself by now. When we get to the bank of elevators, Caleb jabs the button and puts his hands on his hips.

What is it with these possessive men? And why the hell would Caleb act like that? I don’t even think he likes me.

As soon as the doors close, I look at him and scowl. “What the fuck, Caleb? What is your issue? Did your mom drop you on your head as a kid? Derek is harmless. He flirts with every woman who comes in, whether she’s young or old. Hell, I think my eighty-year-old neighbor is in love with him.”

Caleb grumbles. “You belong to Cash.”

Jerking my head back like he slapped me, I gasp. “What part of any of this makes you think I belong to Cash? He doesn’t own me.”

That’s a huge lie.

He owns every bit of me. Mind, body, soul, and worst of all, my heart. I don’t know how such a small organ can endure this level of searing pain.

Caleb doesn’t answer me. Instead, he pins me with a stern look that I struggle to return. He knows he’s right. I know he’s right. But I’m never going to admit it to him.

“Did they find my father?” I finally ask.

Is that why he’s letting me go? If my father did murder Jack Savage, he deserves whatever Cash is going to do to him. It’s terrible to say, but I’ve never claimed to be a good person.

“You know I can’t tell you anything, Miss Kingston.”

I whip my head toward him and narrow my gaze. “Really? Because I think you can, but for some reason, you’re being a stubborn asshole.”

He flicks his eyes to meet mine for a moment before looking back at the silver doors as they open on my floor. “Your father is in Cash’s custody. He released Jacob this morning.”

Then he strides out of the elevator and stands by my door, waiting for me to unlock it, his expression set in stone. He’s not going to tell me anything else, and he’s pissed that he told me that much.

I try to process what that means as I fumble with my key, then follow Caleb into my apartment, which looks perfectly intact, other than the lingering scent of Cash. My heart squeezes and my eyes water, but I force myself to hold it together.

Just a little longer, and then I’ll be alone.

Only then can I fall apart.

Caleb moves through the place like he owns it, while I drop my bag on the floor and walk over to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out toward The Strip. Rubbing my face, I sigh, a heavy weight settling on my chest. I don’t want to be here. This isn’t home .

He is.

Or was.

Shit, why did I let myself fall for him? For the way he made me feel. The words he said so easily while he stared at me like I was his world. Was it all fake? Or was it a routine he uses with any woman he gets involved with?

I thought we had something. Something more real and raw than I’ve ever experienced before with anyone.

“Jordyn,” Caleb says softly.