Page 16 of Savage Revenge

“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.”

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