Page 2 of Savage Revenge

“We’re going to find out who it was,” I finally announce, my voice low and lethal. My brothers hear me. I know they do. I feel their tension, their simmering rage barely contained beneath thesurface. “And we’re going to destroy them like the Savages we are.”

Silence.

But it’s not the peaceful kind. It’s the crackling, volatile kind, on the verge of detonating.

No one answers, but I don’t need their words. I can feel it. Their loyalty to our father is enough to know they are with me.

We may be Savages by blood, but we’re about to become monsters by choice.

Whoever dared to cross our family has no idea what hell they’ve unleashed upon themselves.

But they will.

We won’t stop.

God may offer mercy.

But I won’t.

CHAPTER 2

Jordyn

NEVER EAT A CHERRY-FILLED DONUT IN PUBLIC

I’ve always wonderedwhat my worst nightmare would look like, and today, I know exactly what it is.

Running into one of the hottest men in Las Vegasandalso the CEO of Carver Gaming. All while I look like a bridge troll. Life is funny sometimes. Not funny as inha habut as injust when you think you’re having a good day, we’re going to fuck it all up for no reason at all but to mess with you.

I spend six days a week as the put-together, always sexy— because hello, it’s Vegas— CFO of Kingston Casinos, my family’s hotel and casino business, yet, the one day I’m nowhere near one of our locations, I see him. A friendly business competitor, but also the man who has appeared in a couple of my one-handed fantasies.

Why couldn’t I have run into him yesterday, when I felt like a bad bitch in my best bra that gives me dream cleavage? Or the day before, when I had on my highest heels that make my curvy legs look killer? Or even the day before that, when I had freshly washed hair that I’d spent an hour blowing out with all kinds of products and those stupid Velcro rollers that are supposed to give more volume, and the black dress that makes me feel like a sexy vixen?

But nooo. Of course not.

It had to be on my day off, the morning after I drank too many sugary cocktails on my couch while eating not one but two bags of gummy bears and those frozen egg rolls that look so good on the box but taste like shit when you cook them in the oven.When my tits are sweating from the unbearable Las Vegas heat and I’m leaving pit stains on my tank top. Of course, it doesn’t stop there. Because why would I be that lucky? Not in this lifetime.

I’m bloated because my period is coming soon. The dry shampoos in my hair has soaked up as much oil as it can and there’s no masking how dirty it is at this point. Oh, and the cherry on top, is literally fucking cherries.

All I wanted was a delicious coffee and a sweet, flaky pastry to reward myself because I absolutely deserve a treat after waking my ass up at seven a.m. to make it to my exercise class. But right as I bring the cherry-pie-filled donut to my mouth, I hear his voice.

“Hey, Jordyn.”

Elliott Carver.

Heir to eight of the largest casinos in Vegas.

I freeze and look up to meet the most brilliant set of eyes I’ve ever seen. Pale green and gorgeous. Eliott looks me up and down, an easy smile tugging at his perfectly shaped lips.

And as I open my mouth to try to find words that I’m not even sure I have at the moment, a big glob of cherry pie filling squirts out of the donut and lands smack dab in the middle of my lavender tank top, right over my tits.

The corners of his mouth twitch with undeniable amusement. Meanwhile, I find none of this amusing and want to crawl into a hole and die right here in this café. In fact, this is pure torture. I must have really done a good job of pissing someone off to earn this kind of karma.

“Eliott, hi,” I chirp as enthusiastically as I can manage.

“You, ah…” His eyes flick down to my cherry stain, then back up to meet my gaze. A dimple appears near his mouth, and I think I drool a little. What the heck is it with dimples that makes a man so appealing? “I think you dropped something on yourself.”

“Yeah,” I giggle softly. “I was starving after my workout, and they were out of fruit, so I figured the cherry filling would count. Bad idea, I guess.”

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