Page 27 of Savage Revenge

And I’m not sure what to do about it.

I want her.

I shouldn’t have her.

But I shouldn’t have done a lot of things in my life.

It’s never stopped me before.

Making quick work of it, I wash my hair and body and rinse, then step out and wrap a towel around my waist. As I walk into my bedroom and pass by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a figure down by the pool catches my eyes.

There she is.

She’s out of her room.

And she’s lying by the pool like she owns the place. In my clothes.

My dick twitches. Why the hell did I give her my clothes? Am I trying to punish myself?

A deep, possessive ache settles in my chest, and I rub the spot like that might make it go away. It doesn’t.

I should let her go.

She’s not mine.

I’ve thought about it a dozen times since she got here.

But every time I think about her walking out of this house, I think about my father’s body under that tarp on the Boulevard and those thoughts disappear. She’s a Kingston. She’s not going anywhere. Not yet. I’m not sure if it’s because I want to use her to hurt her father or if I want her for myself.

I watch as Caleb says something to her. She laughs and shakes her head, and he chuckles like they’re sharing a private joke.

Jealousy flashes through me like a strike of lightning. I clench my jaw and grab my phone.

Cash: Quit talking to Jordyn. She is not your friend.

Three dots appear immediately.

Caleb: Yes, sir. Sorry, boss.

My fingers tighten around the phone.

Another text comes through.

Caleb: This is a list of stuff she wants from her place. Panties, leggings, a hoodie, an extra bra, flip-flops, a swimsuit, and a gun so she can “shoot the controlling asshole.” Those were her words, not mine.

I stare at the screen, eyes narrowed, and then reply.

Cash: Did you talk about her panties with her?

Caleb looks at his phone and tenses his shoulders.

Caleb: No, sir. She just told me to add them to the list. That’s all I did.

As I read the list again, I know there’s no way in hell I’m sending anyone to get these things for her. I’d have to murder them for touching her panties. Is she telling Caleb about her panties?

Fuck it.

I guess I’m going to Jordyn’s apartment myself.

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