Page 11 of Savage Revenge

She’s the fucking enemy.

That’s what I keep telling myself. Over and over. Like some twisted fucking chant in my mind.

She might not have pulled the trigger, but she’s still a Kingston; her name is stained with my father’s blood. We’ll treat her for what she is.

A pawn in our game to get to Thomas Kingston.

Depending on how deep she’s buried in her father’s empire will decide her outcome. Using my free hand, I press my first two fingers to my temple and try to soothe the headache that’s been building since we walked into that apartment.

How did we not catch that it was a woman’s place?

Obviously that was fucking sloppy. Too focused on the bigger play to really pay attention to the details. Once we got inside without being noticed by her shitty security guard, we only did a quick walkthrough to confirm it was empty. Then we made ourselves comfortable in the living room while we waited for Jordyn to come home. Everything in the place was minimalist and neutral. The only personalization to the place was black and white paintings of different Las Vegas cityscapes, a couple of untouched, amber-scented candles, and some fake cacti lined neatly on a shelf. It almost felt as though no one lived there. Like a showroom instead of a home. The only reason we knew someone did was because Beckett checked the key card log for the building when he found Jordyn’s address.

Irritation creeps through me like a slow-moving storm. None of this makes any fucking sense. Something doesn’t feel right.

“Why do you think Kingston has never brought Jordyn to a meeting with us? I’ve sat across from Jacob Kingston in numerous meetings, but not once has she been part of one. Why?” I mutter out loud.

Xander glances over at me, his dark eyes unreadable, jaw tight. He lowers his gaze to her, then cuts me a glare before he rests his head against the seat.

“Maybe her role isn’t one that requires her to be in those kinds of meetings,” Kian answers as he turns down my privateroad leading to my driveway. “Or maybe it’s because Kingston knew she’d tear your fucking balls off in a meeting like she tried to do back there.”

A grin spreads over my face as the image flashes in my head. Her swinging at me without any hesitation.

Feisty little kitten.

And not afraid of us. Even though she should be.

She panicked, for sure. I could see it in her deep green irises when she first laid eyes on me. There was no fear, though. Not really.

And that does something to me I don’t like. Not one fucking bit.

Because fear is power. A tool I know how to use. It gets me what I want.

But Jordyn fought with fire in her eyes like she had a chance in hell to get away. She didn’t realize how badly this could’ve gone if we were anyone else.

Lucky for her, we found it amusing. This time.

Next time, she might not be so lucky. She might find herself bent over a piece of furniture, feeling the sting of my belt on her round ass. I won’t hurt her, but I sure as fuck won’t hesitate to punish her. From what I’ve seen already, she needs a good spanking.

I have a feeling that it might come down to that.

That’s fine with me.

Staring at Jordyn’s ass while I turn it bright red.

And I sure as hell would love to teach this little brat a lesson she’ll never forget.

CHAPTER 6

Jordyn

THIS IS REALLY BAD

Wow.

What a dream.

I can’t remember the last time I had one that was so intense it actually felt real.

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