Page 8 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Slowly, he releases my wrist, then pulls his hand away from my throat, and takes a small step back.

That’s when I notice how exhausted he looks.

His hair, which is slicked back in all his photos, is messed up, like he’s been running his fingers through it.

The skin on his face is dull, like he hasn’t slept.

His father was killed recently, and I don’t think they’ve found his murderer yet.

I suppose none of the Savage brothers are doing very well right now.

“What do you want, Cash?” I finally ask as I lean against the wall. My legs are weak, and I still think I might be sick, only this time, I’m not sure if it’s the drugs making me feel nauseous.

“What do I want? I want answers, kitten. I want to know why the fuck your father murdered mine. Then…” His entire expression turns so dark, a shiver runs through me. “Then I’m going to make hell rain down on him until he meets his maker.”

His words nearly cause me to throw up. My father?

Murdering his father? That’s… absurd. The two men were business enemies, and I think something happened between them in the past involving a woman, but I don’t know any of the details because my father won’t ever tell us.

Still, there’s no way my dad killed theirs.

If anything, it would happen the other way around.

The Savages are known for being exactly that… Savages.

“Cash, that’s insane. My dad didn’t have anything to do with his death. I don’t even think he owns a gun.”

Cash listens, but the determination and rage in his eyes tells me that he’s not actually listening. He truly believes my father murdered Jack Savage.

“My dad had a cell phone. A different one, hidden in his desk drawer at home. There were messages between him and Thomas. He threatened that if my dad didn’t give up on the deal for The Sapphire, his days would be numbered.

That was only a few weeks ago. Try again, Jordyn, and don’t even think about lying to me. I can’t stand liars.”

Does he think I give a shit what he can or can’t stand?

I can’t stand him , so we’re pretty fucking even.

Even so, I shake my head in disbelief. I’m not close to my dad.

Not even a little. For the simple fact that I have a vagina, he’s never tried to have any type of relationship with me.

The only reason he puts up with me working so high up in Kingston Casinos is because I get a share of the company from my grandparents when I turn twenty-eight.

In his eyes, women are meant to be doormats to the men in their lives.

Despite his atrocious way of thinking, I can’t fathom that he could kill anyone.

As I look up at Cash’s steely gaze, a sense of desperation washes over me.

If Cash thinks my father murdered his, he’s planning to get even, and that means my dad is next on his hit list. But my dad isn’t here, and I am.

“I’m not lying!” I burst out. “My dad didn’t kill him. He’s not even in the country right now!”

Cash tenses, his shoulders lifting like he’s going to explode.

“Where the fuck is he?” he roars so loud I actually startle and press my palms to the wall.

When he notices my reaction, he holds up a hand and takes several deep breaths.

Jesus, he’s on the edge. He’s not thinking clearly.

Part of me understands it. Jack Savage was murdered in the streets of Las Vegas in front of his own casino.

I don’t know much about their family, but I’ve always gotten the idea that they’re close.

I can’t imagine the grief they’re all going through.

“Where is he, Jordyn?” he asks again, his voice more controlled this time. “When did he leave?”

I blink and open my mouth, trying to gather all the information in my mind. My dad and brother left four days ago. Shit. That means he was here when Jack Savage was killed.

“They left four days ago for Europe. It’s something they’ve had planned for a while,” I tell him. “A horse race is happening over there that they have huge bets on.”

Cash glares at me and takes a step forward, but doesn’t advance farther. I swallow thickly, my heart pounding. This is bad. The entire thing. And I’m the one in the crossfire.

“So you’re telling me,” Cash says darkly, “that my father was killed less than two weeks ago, and Thomas just happens to go out of the country immediately afterward? After making threats via text message? Tell me again how he’s innocent.”

Shaking my head, I close my eyes for a second to gather myself, then open them and meet his burning gaze.

“I know it looks bad. It seems sketchy as hell, but my dad isn’t capable of something like that.

He’s an asshole for sure, I’ll give you that ten times over, but he’s not a murderer.

If you’ll let me go home and get my phone, I will ask him directly. I can help you figure this out.”

Cash’s lips twist into a slow, cruel smile. The kind that makes my stomach plummet and my heart slam against my ribcage.

“You’re not going anywhere, kitten.” His voice is low and lethal, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“Might as well get comfortable because until I find your piece-of-shit father, you’re not going anywhere.

One way or another, I’m getting payback for what was done to my family.

And I suggest you don’t try to escape, Jordyn.

I have armed guards everywhere. They will stop you if you try anything, and your next set of quarters,” he motions to our surroundings, “won’t be nearly as comfortable as this. ”

Before I can process the threat laced in his tone, he strides past me, his shoulder brushing mine, and then presses his thumb against the biometric lock on the doorknob. It makes a beeping noise, and then he’s gone. The door slams behind him so hard the walls shake.

I’m frozen in place, unable to breathe. Did Cash just tell me he’s keeping me here?

I stare at the door, waiting for him to return, to open it again and tell me this is all a big misunderstanding. But that doesn’t happen.

Panic flares in my chest, and I launch myself at the door, grabbing it with both hands as I scream.

“Cash! Let me out, you fucking asshole!”

Tears sting the back of my eyes, but I once again force them away.

I won’t cry. Not here. I have to keep it together.

If I fall apart now, it’s not going to help me out of this fucked-up situation.

No longer able to keep myself under control, I slam my palms against the solid wood several times and try the knob again, but it doesn’t budge.

Motherfucker.

Finally, I take a step back, barely able to catch my breath as I lower my head into my hands.

What the hell is happening? Slowly, I lift my head and open my eyes, blankly staring at the plush white carpeting.

And that’s when I process what Cash told me after I broke the vase—I don’t have shoes on. No shoes, no phone, no purse.

Nothing.

I’m not only stuck.

I’m a prisoner in Cash Savage’s house.

And he has nothing left to lose.