Page 100 of Savage Revenge

As soon as I release Jordyn’s hand to shake his, she flings her arms around his waist and hugs him.

Goddammit.

That brat.

I let out a low growl, and over the top of Jordyn’s head, Caleb smirks at me, but doesn’t dare to return her hug. I cross my arms and shoot daggers at both of them, but then she pulls back and looks up at him with tears in her eyes and I fucking melt.

“I’m sorry about your brother, Jordyn,” he consoles quietly.

She sniffles. “Thank you for protecting me.”

Caleb gives her a small nod. “Just doing my job, Miss Kingston.”

Fuck.

That’s the problem.

He was doing his job.

The job he’sreallygood at.

He’s loyal. Smart. Calm. Dangerous. And attractive.

The kind of man she should probably want.

Which is exactly why I fucking hate him being her guard.

But I trust him. More than anyone. And trust is the only reason I don’t put a bullet in his head for the way he’s smiling at her.

I lower my head, choosing kindness instead, because my kitten would want me to, and reach out, pulling her into my side possessively. Then, once she’s back in my arms, I offer Caleb a genuine and slightly threatening smile. “Stop by my secretary’s office tomorrow around noon. There will be a check waiting for you. Consider it my gratitude for saving her.”

He already makes a ton of money. His salary is huge, and I give him several bonuses a year as well. After tomorrow, though, he’ll never have to worry about money again. And as long as he never looks at my girl the wrong way, I’ll continue to let him breathe. Simple as that.

“Thanks, boss.” Caleb dips his chin respectfully, then smiles at Jordyn. “Miss Kingston, I’ll see you soon.”

“It’s Mrs. Savage from now on,” I snap at him.

Jordyn gasps and stares at me like I’ve grown another head, but I don’t know why. I’m pretty sure I’ve made my intentions perfectly clear to her. And if not, I will.

“Yes, sir,” he answers with a smirk before he stalks off toward the front of the house.

My girl narrows her gaze but doesn’t say a word when I shoot her a stern look. If she wants to argue about it, we can do it later with her face down over my lap. Maybe even with a plug in her lush ass at the same time.

Fuck, the things I want to do to her.

Filthy.

Depraved.

Rough.

Then, I want to hold her.

Kiss her.

Worship her.

And remind her how loved she is until she forgets her past and only knows happiness.

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