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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.

CHAPTER 8

Jordyn

CASH SAVAGE IS THE ENEMY

Despite my effortnot to cry, tears roll over my cheeks as I slide down the wall until I land on my butt with my knees curled up to my chest. What the hell am I going to do? How do I get out of this? And the question that is burning inside me most of all: Is my father a murderer?

I stare at the broken glass scattered all over the floor and huff out a breath. I can’t believe I missed him with that vase. It’s probably a good thing. Pissing off Cash Savage more than he already is might not be the best idea.

Only a minute or two passes before the lock disengaging has me springing to my feet again. I expect to see Cash, but instead, another man I don’t recognize walks into the room. He’s bigger than Cash, both in height and broadness, which is saying something. If I were to guess, Cash is at least six-foot-three, but this guy is several inches taller than that.

We lock eyes, and I immediately glare at him. “Unless you’re here to break me out, leave me alone.”

A small smile plays at his lips, and I’m immediately annoyed with myself that I find him attractive. Seriously, what is wrong with me? First, Cash, and now this dude? They are criminals. Kidnappers.

“Once the glass is cleaned up, I’ll leave you alone. Until then, you must be Jordyn. I’m Caleb. Nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand like I’m going to shake it.

“Go fuck yourself,” I mutter as I look him up and down with disgust.

This time, he actually chuckles and shrugs. “Can’t do that while I’m on duty. Maybe later, though.”

He stands in front of the closed door, statue-still, until there’s a knock. He opens it, letting in an older woman with gray hair. She has a broom and a vacuum with her, unbothered by the scene before her.

When she looks at me, she smiles sweetly. “Hello, dear. I’m Edith, Cash’s nighttime housekeeper. If you need anything, let Caleb know and he’ll send me a message.”

I like her immediately. She has kind eyes that I trust right away. “Can you please call the police and tell them I’m being held against my will?”

Edith smiles as she starts cleaning up large pieces of glass. “I’m sure if Mr. Savage has you staying here, there’s a good reason for it. Once I’m done, I’ll bring you a nice sandwich and a drink. Do you prefer whiskey or gin?”

I guess it was wishful thinking that one of Cash’s employees would help me out.

“Whiskey.” I let out a defeated sigh. “An entire bottle of it, please.”

She smiles wider and winks at me. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Then she continues cleaning up the mess while I stare at her in disbelief. How can someone who seems so sweet be an accomplice to kidnapping? Sometimes, people really surprise me.

As soon as she shuts off the vacuum and heads toward the door, Caleb opens it for her and lets her out, but he doesn’t leave with her.

“I’ll be right outside your room. As Edith said, if you need anything, let me know,” he tells me.

I throw my hands in the air. “Yeah, and shall I teleport through the locked door to get to you?”

Caleb raises an eyebrow, his expression purely amused. I hate him. “Or you can knock, and I’ll answer it since I’ll be right outside.”

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