Page 28 of Savage Revenge

Usingthe keycard from her purse, I enter the apartment building through the front doors, nodding silently to the underwhelming doorman. The skinny kid eyes me but doesn’t say anything. Not that I blame him. No one in their right mind fucks with a Savage. It pisses me off, though. Clearly, he knows I don’t live here, but he doesn’t bother to ask any questions or try to stop me from going to the bank of elevators.

It’s not safe for her to live here. There isn’t enough security. Any psychopath could get up to Jordyn’s apartment, and that’s not acceptable.

Shaking my head, I step onto the elevator, and just before the doors close, a bejeweled cane swings into the lift, stopping them. Then, an old woman hobbles in with a tiny rat-looking dog in her arms. I recognize her. We saw her the other day outside the apartment building. She was walking the rat, and we were about to go in one of the back entrances. Beckett helped her pick upher keys, and then she made a comment about what a nice ass he had.

My lips twitch at the memory. That was entertaining, seeing my brother blush.

“Oh, it’s you again,” she greets me brightly. “Do you live in this building?”

Before I can answer, she looks at the rows of buttons, her eyes landing on the thirtieth floor already lit up.

“Oh, you’re going up to Jordyn’s apartment. I’m so glad. Are you her boyfriend? She needs a man.”

Heat spreads through me. Does that mean she doesn’t have one? Or that she hasn’t had one in a while?

“Are you her boyfriend?” she asks persistently, her gaze hopeful.

Without thinking, I nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

The older woman grins, her dentures floating awkwardly in her mouth. “But, the man you were with the other day… he’s single?”

This time, I chuckle with my nod. “He’s single.”

And because Beckett’s been pissing me off lately, I add, “And he really enjoyed meeting you the other day. He told me three times how much he loved your cane.”

I’m not sure how old she is, but the fact that she doesn’t seem afraid of me is interesting. Most people avoid speaking to me unless they have to. Some even head in another direction to avoid me. But not this woman.

“I bet he does. The young men always love the cane. I don’t think he could handle me, as sad as that is to say, since he’s so handsome,” she replies thoughtfully. “Oh, well. Tell that cutie we’ll meet again in another lifetime.”

Jesus. This woman is something else. She’s right, though. I don’t think Beckett, or any man, would be able to keep up with her. Still, she’s fun to talk to.

“Has Jordyn had many boyfriends?” I wonder without thinking.

She shrugs, shaking the dog in her arms slightly, but the animal doesn’t react. I study it, wondering if it’s even alive. When its tongue lolls out of its mouth, I let out a relieved breath.

“Jordyn is too busy trying to prove herself to her jerk of a father. Since she’s been back in Vegas, she works nonstop and gives no time for herself. There’s some boy she likes, but I think they’re just friends.”

That jealousy flares again, and I straighten. Who the fuck is this guy she’s friends with? I don’t like that.

Before I can ask any more questions, the elevator dings, and the woman winks at me. “It was nice seeing you again, dear. You’re quite a looker. Too bad you couldn’t handle me either. Tootaloo!”

I gape at her as she hobbles out to the hallway, and I’m still stunned as the doors close and take me up to Jordyn’s floor. I have never met such an interesting person before. I’d bet my entire fortune that she has some stories to tell that would shock even me.

The moment I swipe the card to unlock Jordyn’s apartment, her scent hits me. Sugary and clean. Like cherry, and a soft musk. I don’t know how something can smell so sweet and innocent but so sultry at the same time. I guess that seems to be Jordyn’s entire MO.

Unlike last time, as I move throughout the space, I examine it. Nothing in here seems like it’s Jordyn’s style. It’s muted and boring. The opposite of the smart-mouthed brat I know. She’s bold and strong.

I head to the bedroom and find a bag in the closet, then start grabbing everything she asked for. When I open her underwear drawer, I stare at all the colorful lace and silk. I grab a handful that I toss into the bag, and then pick up a black lace pair.Without hesitation, I bring them to my nose and inhale, closing my eyes. Even though they’re clean, I swear I can smell her, sweet yet subtle, and my cock instantly goes hard.

Everything about her gets me excited. What the hell is wrong with me?

I smile as I pocket the panties. Silly girl was worried about Beckett being the panty sniffer.

Little does she know, I’m just as sick and twisted.

She’ll find out, though.

Soon enough.

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