Page 5 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Jordyn

WHAT’S YOUR NAME?

There’s something about a fresh mani-pedi, a wax, and a blowout that makes a girl feel like a million bucks.

After my horrifying run-in with Eliott Carver on Sunday, I decided to start the week looking and feeling my best. Besides, I’m not going to have time to do it myself for a while.

I’m pretty much going to be working around the clock since my father and brother are on a two-week vacation through Europe for some sort of horse race that they have huge wagers on.

At least I think that’s what they’re doing.

I usually stop listening whenever they talk about sports.

Apparently, it’s been something they’ve been planning for months.

Of course, he has other executives—male ones—helping me “keep things running” in their absence.

It’s insulting that he thinks I can’t handle it myself.

“Because God forbid a woman be smart enough to run a company,” I say out loud to absolutely no one as I walk into my building.

The doorman, who is barely in college and flirts with every woman and man who walks into the building, smiles at me and waves, his head bopping back and forth to the music he’s listening to in his earbuds.

“Afternoon, Miss Kingston. I must say, you’re looking beautiful as ever,” Derek compliments louder than necessary.

I grin at him and rest my arm on the counter for a second as he pulls an earbud free. “Derek, you know how to make a girl happy. Keep telling me nice things and I might fall in love with you one of these days.”

He grins and winks at me. “Sorry, Miss Kingston. My heart is already taken by Mrs. Duffy.”

The oldest resident of the building walks in, her blue rhinestone cane glittering the entire time. It matches her blue sequin jacket and leopard print leggings. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her when she didn’t look like a walking disco ball. Kind of makes me want to be her when I’m older.

She smiles and brushes at her pure white, perfectly curled, inch-long hair. The woman is a whole vibe of her own, and it’s adorable.

“That’s right, Jordyn. Derek is my cutie patootie.

With a cute patootie, if you know what I mean.

” She winks at me, then shrugs like she didn’t say something totally inappropriate.

“Then again, I think I might have fallen in love with someone else today. Actually, four of them.” She holds up four crooked, ring-adorned fingers.

“I dropped my keys on the sidewalk when I was walking Sparky a little while ago, and a group of fine-looking gentlemen came to my rescue.”

My shoulders shake as I bite my lips to keep from laughing. I swear, the people in my building are some of the most entertaining neighbors I’ve ever had.

“Four of them, huh?” I finally get out.

Mrs. Duffy nods, her cheeks wobbling with each movement.

“Oh yes, dear. They were certainly a sight to look at. I never liked that bad-boy look before, but maybe I’ve changed my mind.

One of them smelled like cookies, and he winked at me.

Poor thing must have been flustered being around a woman of my stature because he didn’t offer to telephone me. ”

I nearly burst out cackling in the middle of the lobby while Derek covers his face with his hands as he silently laughs. I’ve got to get out of here before she really starts getting inappropriate.

“Aw, shucks. All right, well, I better go. I need to grab some things and head back to the office.” I wave at them as I head toward the bank of elevators.

“You work too much, dear. You’re never going to meet a nice young man if you don’t slow down,” Mrs. Duffy says. “Don’t want to wait too long between gents. You’ll start getting some cobwebs in there, and it’ll scare them away.”

I pause mid-step, my mouth hanging open as her words sink in. I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry or both. Because what the fuck? Cobwebs?

“Um, thanks for the advice,” I manage to reply.

Derek struggles to stay silent, his face bright shades of red. I give him the middle finger and smile at the older woman, who gasps. As I step into the elevator, I hear her talking to Derek.

“Well, see that right there is why she’s not getting the men. She’s so vulgar, don’t you think?”

Rude.

Besides. I have a date.

I smile to myself as the elevator car moves up to the penthouse.

On Wednesday evening, Elliott is taking me to dinner and mentioned possibly going hiking next weekend.

I’ve been antsy all afternoon since he texted me.

Which might have also prompted the beauty treatments.

I should have told Mrs. Duffy there’s definitely no cobwebs in there because my waxer removed them along with about twelve layers of skin, too.

The old woman probably would have fainted, and then I’d be in jail and miss my date. Definitely don’t want that to happen.

When I arrive on the top floor, I dig out my key from my purse and slide it into the deadbolt. As soon as it’s unlocked, I turn the knob and step into my apartment. I need to change and freshen up before I head back to work at one of our casinos for the evening.

I set my purse on the table in the center of the small foyer and head to the living room and my bedroom. As I move, a fresh aquatic aroma reaches me. Hm. Maybe my housekeeper got a new diffuser scent. I like it. Kind of reminds me of the beaches in Mexico, my favorite vacation destination.

A smile pulls at my lips at the thought. I’m overdue for some time off. Maybe I’ll take a trip when my father returns and lie in the sun all day while some gorgeous bartender serves me drinks and nachos.

The scent grows stronger as I move deeper into the apartment. A shiver runs through me, and the hairs on my arms stand on end. Is it chilly in here?

The hallway into my living room opens up at the end, and before I get there, I slow down. Something doesn’t feel right. Something is off. The large painting of the Las Vegas skyline to my right is crooked. Not just a little. A lot.

My mind doesn’t catch up with my body quick enough to make me stop, and when I step into the living room, my gaze locks with a set of cold, steel-gray eyes.

Eyes I recognize but don’t actually know.

And there are three other familiar men standing near him, staring at me like they’re ready to attack.

Shit!

Why are they here?

Ohmygod. Ohmygod .

What do I do?

I don’t know what to do because this has never happened to me before. In a parking lot, I’d have my taser out. Or pepper spray. Where the hell did I put those now that I really need them?

What I do know is that it’s not good that they’re here. Especially with the news that broke recently about their father. If this were a business meeting, they would have called my secretary to schedule it. This is personal. Really damn personal.

I try to take a step into the hallway so I can turn and run, but before I can, my back hits something hard and powerful.

“Easy, bombshell,” he says, forcefully nudging me farther into the living room.

Two more men on either side of the first one move in, and I’m suddenly surrounded by the four Savage brothers.

I’ve never met them. Only seen them in news articles and money magazines.

They own over sixty percent of all entertainment businesses here in Las Vegas, making them The Strip’s royalty.

They’re dangerous. And they hate my father.

“Let me go,” I insist as firmly as I can. My voice shakes, though, and it makes the steel-eyed one in front of me laugh.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

I glare at him, though my heart beats so fast I’m afraid I’m going to have a heart attack.

He doesn’t know who I am?

Then why are they here?

“What’s your name?” I snap back even though I already know it.

He stares down at me, his eyebrows pinch slightly. Just enough to tell me I surprised him.

I keep my gaze on his, not willing to back down. If they’re here to kill me, I’m not going down without a fight. And if they’re here because of something my dad did, I’m going to kill my own father.

“Cash Savage,” he answers menacingly. “But I think you already know that. Now, tell me where to find Jordyn Kingston and I’ll let you go. It’s that easy.”

He doesn’t know I’m Jordyn. How does he not know that?

The guy who called me bombshell bumps into me from behind, pushing me toward Cash. I scowl at the asshole and throw my elbow into his abs. The man laughs and winks at me, completely unbothered by my attempt to hurt him.

“Cash,” another of the men says as he walks up with my purse. “We, uh, you need to look at this.”

When did he slip out of the room and grab my bag? How the hell did I miss that?

Probably because everything else disappeared while going toe to toe with Cash Savage.

“That’s mine, asshole,” I hiss. “Don’t you know a woman’s purse is off limits?”

He shrugs and holds something out to Cash.

Cash studies me for a second, then glances at his brother and takes the card.

Shit. It’s my driver’s license.

He scans it, his eyebrows rising a fraction.

“Jordyn Elise Kingston,” he reads it as if it’s a question. Like it doesn’t make any sense.

The room quiets as Cash stares at the card like it’s foreign to him. After a long stretch of silence, he flicks his gaze to me. “Why the fuck would Kingston name his daughter Jordyn? You’re supposed to be a man.”

Oh, the fucking audacity. Is he kidding me right now?

I have enough issues with my gender being a disappointment to one person; I don’t need this from him .

My mouth opens then closes as I try to control the words that are about to come out because not only did these assholes break into my apartment and are now basically holding me captive, but now Cash Savage insults me?

I pop my hand on my rounded hip and glare up at him, suddenly really pleased I went for all those beauty treatments, because I might be in big trouble here, but at least I feel somewhat confident about myself.

“Seriously? We’re talking about names now, you sexist pig?” I scoff, throwing my hands up. “Coming from a guy whose name is something you’d find in a stripper’s butt crack during amateur hour?”

I shoot him a disgusted look, complete with an obvious cringe.

“No offense to strippers,” I mutter.

The guy behind me laughs and nods when I look back at him. “Damn. Good one, bombshell. I knew I liked you when I saw the Taylor Swift CD in your bedroom, but now you insult my brother? Hell yeah, bombshell.”

He went into my bedroom… I’m going to murder him. Somehow. Someway. All of them. First, my purse, and now, my bedroom?

I turn slowly, giving him a once-over like he’s shit on the bottom of my shoe, then I spin back to face the real problem.

Cash fucking Savage . “What are you doing in my house? And how the hell did you get in? My doorman certainly didn’t tell me I had unwanted company!

” I’m nearly hysterical now, and my voice rises until it’s a screech.

His lips curl into a slow, smug smile that makes my blood boil. I hate this man already. “Well, I came here looking for one of Kingston’s sons, but I guess now I’m going to have to settle for his daughter. Normally, I don’t hurt women, but in this case, I think I’ll make an exception.”

His words seep into me like venom from a snake. Cold and deadly.

And I don’t even think. I move.

I pull back and let my fist fly, cracking Cash hard in the jaw.

His head hardly moves or makes a sound as I turn to the guy behind me.

He barely has time to register what’s happening before my knee slams between his legs.

Groaning in pain, he reaches for his dick, and I take off.

My heels might slow me, but I’m not going down without a fight.

These assholes are going to regret the day they fucked with me.

Before I can make it three steps, a thick arm wraps around my waist, yanking me back against a hard body, and I don’t have to look back to know it’s Cash.

His rich scent surrounds me. A mix of tobacco, coffee, and that fresh smell of water.

I scream and kick at him, sending one of my shoes flying through the air as I battle with everything I have.

No matter what, it’s no match for his strength, and even though I’m clamoring for my life right now, it sends a tingling sensation to my core.

What the fuck is that? Because it sure as hell feels a lot like my body betraying me during the worst time possible.

I can’t remember a time when a guy has been able to manhandle me like this.

I hate Cash Savage, but I think I hate him a tiny bit less for making me feel so dainty.

“You’re a naughty girl, Jordyn Elise,” he whispers huskily, scraping his scruffy jawline against my earlobe.

Goosebumps bloom all over as his short hairs prickle the sensitive area. It pisses me off that he’s causing this kind of reaction. I should hate how close he is, but instead, I let out a soft whimper, which he hears, and it makes him chuckle.

“Fuck you,” I seethe as I continue to try to fight against him.

His brothers watch us with amused expressions. I scowl at the three of them.

“It’s a bit soon for the fucking part, kitten,” Cash breathes. “But we’ll get there. For now, you’re going to be a good girl and take a nap.”

Before I can tell him there won’t ever be any fucking, I yelp as something sharp pierces my neck.

Whoa.

What just happened?

Why is the room spinning?

Slowly, everything starts to look fuzzy. Like icicles spreading until I see nothing but a mix of pale shades that fade. After a moment, everything turns black, and I can’t fight anymore.