Page 30 of Savage Revenge

Beckett: How’s your kitten today? Is she purring yet or still hissing at you?

Cash: Shut the fuck up, Beckett.

Kian: I’d say she’s still hissing. Cash is still in a bad mood.

Beckett: What else is new?

I scowl at the screen. Idiots. Both of them.

My phone buzzes with a new message from Caleb, so I ignore my brothers and open the new one.

Caleb: Boss, Jordyn is passed out on the lounge chair. Do you want me to carry her up to her room?

Unexpected rage hits me, and I press the call button instead of wasting a second to text in case he tries to make the decision himself. While I wait for him to answer, I check my watch. It’s nearly one in the morning. Why the hell is she still by the pool? Has she been out there all day?

“Yeah, boss?” Caleb answers.

“If you so much as lay a finger on her, I’ll destroy you,” I growl.

Caleb chuckles softly. “That’s why I asked, boss. I figured you wouldn’t want me to touch your girl.”

Your girl.

I should correct him. Tell him he’s way the fuck out of line right now. Yet, I don’t. I’m not sure why. And it pisses me off.

Jordyn Kingston is notmygirl. If she were, her ass would be red all the time, and her cunt would be dripping with my come every second of the day to remind her that she’s mine.

Fuck.

I adjust my cock and squeeze my eyes shut, collecting myself for a second before I speak again. “Why is she passed out on the lounger? Why didn’t she go up to bed?”

“I’d guess it was the six mojitos that Edith has given her since dinner.”

What the hell?

“Six?”

“Yeah, boss,” Caleb answers, amusement laced in his voice. “Jordyn told Edith that she hasn’t taken a vacation in years, and since she’s being forced to do nothing here, she’s going to make the most of it. Then she told Edith how much she loves the backyard here, but made her promise not to tell you.”

Jesus.

Why the hell hasn’t she taken a vacation?

Shaking my head, I sigh. It doesn’t matter why. At least she’s enjoying the time off she’s getting. Even if it is against her will. Although she sure as fuck isn’t helping me with any information I need. She’s got to know something about her asshole father.

“Don’t fucking touch her. I’ll be home shortly.”

Then I end the call and stride out of my office.

I make it home in record time, ignoring all the speed limits. No one drives the limit here anyway. Besides, with the amount of money I give to the city, there’s not a cop here in Vegas who would give me a ticket, if they even dared to pull me over.

When I get home, the house is quiet, and I head directly toward the backyard. Caleb is sitting in a chair, looking at his phone, while Jordyn is curled up on the lounger several yards away.

“How drunk was she?” I stare down at her under the low glow of moonlight.

She looks so soft and innocent when she sleeps. It stirs something protective inside me that shakes me to my core. Idon’t remember ever feeling protective of a woman other than my mom.

“She told me that I had nice eyes instead of telling me to fuck off, so I’d say pretty drunk.”

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