Page 9 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Cash

I’LL CUT YOUR DICK OFF AND FEED IT TO THE LION

As soon as the door slams behind me, I look around for something to break in an attempt to make myself feel better. The only thing I find is Caleb, the security guard I’ve assigned to Jordyn, standing beside the door.

God, she’s so irritating. I should have spanked her ass when she kept fighting me.

Maybe that would have gotten her attention and made her understand I’m not fucking around.

I need answers, and she’s got to know something.

When she turned her big green eyes up to me and told me her father couldn’t have done it, I almost believed her.

For a brief second, I considered letting her leave.

Then she tried to act like she wanted to help me, and that’s when I stopped thinking with my dick and started using my head.

Because why would she want to help us? Especially after we drugged her and took her against her will?

If we set her free, she’ll get our asses thrown in jail and that’s not happening.

It’s a good thing we have the Las Vegas police department on our private payroll.

Still, I don’t want to have to deal with answering questions.

Caleb remains a mask of indifference, though he heard her screaming and pounding on the door like she’s doing right now. He knows the score and why she’s here. He won’t ask any other questions.

“There’s broken glass in there. I’ll send the housekeeper to clean it up.

Make sure Jordyn doesn’t step in it,” I command as I storm down the hallway toward the kitchen.

“And remember what I said. If you touch her or look at her the wrong way, I’ll cut your fucking dick off and feed it to the lion at The Royal. ”

Caleb nods, already moving toward the door. “Got it, boss. I understand.”

It’s not the first time I’ve given him that same threat since I put Jordyn under his watch.

I’ve said it at least three times now, but I mean it this time.

If he so much as blinks at Jordyn, I might lose my shit.

Something about that woman has me on edge, and I don’t like it.

Right now, I need to be in control, and whenever I’m in her presence, I don’t feel like I am.

She makes it hard to think straight. And I don’t remember the last time I’ve had that feeling around a woman.

Irritation prickles at the back of my neck as I walk into the kitchen to look for Edith.

I have two housekeepers. One for daytime and one for nighttime.

In our line of business, we’re often awake all night and asleep for part of the day, so having staff on around the clock made the most sense.

Both my housekeepers are angels sent from heaven, even if they are old and gossip like a bunch of hens with one other.

“Edith, there’s a broken vase in the guest room. Caleb is up there with Jordyn.”

Edith looks up from her book and tea and smiles. “Sure thing. Anything else? Does she need something to eat? A sandwich, perhaps? She’s been here for four and a half hours and hasn’t been offered anything yet.”

Of course, Edith would know that. The woman gets personally offended if everyone in this house doesn’t eat or drink something at least every two hours. My brothers think they’re in heaven when she’s here, catering to their every craving.

“A sandwich or whatever she wants is fine.” I exit the large, pristine white kitchen without a backward glance. I’m in no fucking mood to chat with Edith at the moment. I have shit to do. Like track down the piece of shit who killed my father.

As soon as I enter my office, I close the door behind me and beeline for the wet bar. I need a drink. A strong one.

After I down several shots of whiskey, back-to-back, I pull out my phone and dial my brothers on a group call.

One by one, they answer, their faces popping up on the screen. As soon as they’re all on, I sigh. “Thomas Kingston is currently in Europe. Left four days ago.”

Xander raises his eyebrows and curses under his breath. “He’s running?”

“Jordyn insists her father isn’t capable of murder,” I reply.

“Do you believe her?” Kian asks, moving through crowds of people in Luxe, one of our casinos.

I run a hand through my hair, gripping it as I shake my head.

“I don’t know what to believe. I still can’t come to the realization that Dad is gone.

She seemed like she was telling the truth, but it could be a bluff.

Who knows. All I know is that it’s suspicious as hell that he left the country four days ago. ”

Kian nods and smiles at someone passing him by, then scowls at the screen again. It’s nearly two in the morning, but he’s still working. Seems like that’s all he’s been doing since our dad died. “So what are you doing with Jordyn? Did you let her go?”

I light a cigarette, inhale, and blow out the smoke, trying to decide how to answer that. “I didn’t let her go. She threw a fucking vase at me and called me every name in the book.”

Beckett laughs. “So, things are going well.”

Kian chuckles while Xander frowns and narrows his eyes.

“Fuck off, man,” I snap at Beckett.

My idiot brother snorts. Asshole. He’s always one to start some shit.

“Until I get the answers I want, she’s staying. I need boots on the ground in Europe to find her father and bring him here,” I tell them.

Xander sighs. “I can call Cassian Black and contract him and his brothers to find Kingston and drag his ass back to Vegas.”

Cassian Black is a contract, super-secret spy.

Like, he doesn’t exist in any database in any country in the world.

It’s wild as hell. He works with a whole team of guys, doing all kinds of contracts that are dangerous, definitely illegal, and sometimes, from what I understand, world-saving.

We’ve hired them several times to find people, and they’ve always gotten us what we’ve asked for.

Their fee is astronomical, but I’ll drain my fucking bank account if it means avenging my father.

“Thanks,” I mutter, then glance at Kian’s tired face. “Kian, go home. Get some sleep. All of you. Let’s meet here at noon and go from there.”

Kian huffs and runs his hand over his face. “Yeah. I’m not being helpful here anyway. I’m pretty sure management is ready to call security to get me kicked out of our own casino.”

I chuckle because I believe it. Kian can be difficult, especially when he’s trying to process something.

“You need to sleep too, Cash,” Xander begins. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks, bro. I love you, too.” I already know I look like shit. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost weight this past week, and I’m probably going to get an ulcer from all the coffee I’ve been drinking. It’s survival mode at its finest.

“I love you guys,” Beckett says seriously. “Don’t ever forget that.”

We all nod and reply with our own “I love you’s” like we always do. Most people look at us and think we’re dangerous, ruthless men, and that’s true, but with each other, we never hesitate to tell or show each other how we feel.

“See you guys later,” I say before ending the call.

“Have fun getting your balls handed to you by the bombshell.” Beckett grins. “I’ll bring her some muffins or something.”

I glare at my brother. “Don’t you fucking dare, asshole.”

Beckett ends the call, his laughter the last thing I hear. Xander and Kian both shake their heads and smile.

“Better stake your claim on her before Beckett does.” Kian chuckles, and suddenly my irritation returns full-force.

“No one is putting a fucking claim on her, asshole. She’s a Kingston,” I snap.

Kian shrugs and ends the call, leaving me alone with Xander. I love my brothers, but Xander and I have a special bond. We are the most alike. Kian and Beckett have more of a sense of humor and don’t take things too seriously all the time.

“Be careful with her,” Xander tells me. “Don’t trust anything she says.”

I nod and grab my pack of cigarettes from the desk to go sit by the pool to decompress before I try to sleep. “I won’t. She’s the enemy. I can’t forget that.”

Even if her wide, green eyes make it hard to remember why I brought her here, and her plump, heart-shaped lips that make me want to kiss her until we’re both breathless.

Her beauty is distracting and irritating.

It’s hard to think that someone with such a sweet face could be evil, but I’ve seen enough in my lifetime to know that looks don’t matter.

Sometimes the most attractive people are the ugliest.

“Love you, bro.”

Xander lifts his chin and quirks up one corner of his mouth. “Love you too. See you later.”

We end the call, and I make my way through the house.

It’s quiet tonight since my brothers aren’t here like they often are after we leave work for the night.

Despite having our own houses, we spend a ton of time together because we genuinely enjoy each other’s company.

But tonight, I sent them away after I got Jordyn settled.

Security is posted all throughout the place, and every time I pass one of them, they nod at me silently. They’re here to do a job.

The dimly lit walkway leads me to the pool, where I sit in the chair I always use for nights like this.

Nights when I can’t sleep and need the cool air to clear my head.

Yet, even as I sit and stare at the glittering lights of The Strip in the distance, my mind is littered with thoughts of Thomas Kingston and what the fuck I’m going to do about the feisty little kitten who’s locked in one of my guest bedrooms.

Nothing today has gone as I planned, but one thing I know for sure…

my father is probably laughing his ass off from his grave at the predicament I’ve found myself in.

He would love Jordyn’s fire. And if I’m being totally honest, I’m pretty fond of it as well.

Even though I already know she’s going to be a major fucking headache while she’s here.

I guess I’d better get used to having a housemate for a while.

And all this time, my plan was to torture Kingston’s son. I have a feeling the only one getting tortured in this fucked-up situation is going to be me.