Page 41 of Savage Revenge

“What are you watching?” I ask when she doesn’t acknowledge me.

I have a feeling she’s mad at me for spanking her.

Poor kitten.

She deserved it, though.

My dick twitches at the thought of her round ass bouncing under my palm as she squirmed and whined. When she finally sniffled, I nearly came right then and there. There was something about seeing her so compliant and submissive that nearly sent me to the moon. I love her fire, but seeing her let go for me was even better.

“Not talking to me?” I meander deeper into the room.

She has a half-full mojito set on the table beside her as she lounges in the corner of the couch. A bag of candy sits on the cushion next to her, and from the sounds of it, she’s watching some kind of romcom.

Even though she still doesn’t answer, her eyes track me as I get closer.

“Do you think it’s smart to ignore me, kitten?”

Her gaze narrows, and she reaches for the bag of candy, pulling one from the bag. “Go fuck yourself, Savage.”

My lips curl into a smile, but before I let out a wicked chuckle, the gold bag grabs my attention.

Gummy bears.

My heart squeezes, and it’s suddenly more difficult to swallow. “What the fuck are you eating?” I demand.

Confusion flashes over her face, then anger. “Candy,” she snaps. “Should I be having a salad instead?”

Her question doesn’t register. Nothing does other than the fact that she’s eating gummy bears in my house, like a taunt. My body goes numb, and it’s getting harder to breathe. Memories from my childhood float in my mind. Sitting around a large poker table with my dad and brothers, playing cards until late into the night, betting with those fucking gummy bears.

It was our guy time, as my dad always called it. He would tuck my mom into bed and then stay up, teaching us everything we needed to know about card games. And every time, around two in the morning, my mom would come down and tease mydad for keeping us up so late. He would end up pulling her into his lap, and she’d sit there smiling while we played one last round of poker. Then, we’d eat the candy and the six of us would go up to bed, hugging one another before we went our separate ways. One day, I’m going to do the same thing with my kids and wife.

I shake the thoughts from my head and glare at Jordyn.

“Where did you get these?” I snatch them from the couch and look at the bag, then crumple it in my fists.

I don’t keep these in the house.

Jordyn leaps to her feet. “Are you serious right now? Jesus Christ! I’m watching a fucking movie, and you show up here to harass me about what I’m eating? What the hell is your problem? Other than the obvious.”

“My problem?” My voice rises until I’m shouting. “Youare my problem, kitten. You’re sitting here like this is a fucking vacation. Lying by the pool, watching movies, eating fuckinggummy bears. Acting like you’re not the daughter of the man who murdered my father.”

Her mouth opens, then closes again. She shakes her head and stomps toward me, her index finger pointed in my direction. “Whatever my father did or didn’t do, I know nothing about it and had nothing to do with it! I told you I would help you, but instead, you’d rather keep me locked up here! I’m not your enemy, Cash!”

“You’re aKingston,” I grit out.

She looks at me, fire burning in her eyes. “You know what.Fuck. You. I don’t need this. I was supposed to be on a date tonight, maybe I’d even be getting laid right about now. Sofuck you!”

Screaming something about what an asshole I am, she storms out of the room, but I can’t hear anything other than the blood rushing in my ears.

If I thought it was hard to breathe a second ago, it’s impossible now. Red flashes of light blind me, and then I realize I’m still standing in the same spot. I turn on my heel and take off after her.

Because no one walks away from me.

Not even my kitten.

CHAPTER 14

Jordyn

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