Page 6 of Savage Revenge

For the last hour,the four of us have been sitting in silence in our father’s library. Ever since we found the message on his phone, we’ve been trying to process it.

I’ve met Kingston. Dozens of times. As my dad’s right-hand man in the business, I’ve been in most of his meetings for thepast several years. Kingston is a ruthless businessman, just like my dad was.

Casino businesses might as well be the mafia. Most of our dealings are on the up and up, but not all of them. Sometimes, the only way to handle someone stealing from your casino is to make sure they never return to the city. And sometimes, in order to get ahead, you outbid another casino owner so you can stay the big dog. Savage Entertainment are the big dogs. We rule Las Vegas. Which has always pissed off Kingston. Not only did our father win the girl, but he also ran the biggest entertainment business in Nevada.

“Where do we start?” Xander asks, his question directed to me.

Xander is only a couple of years younger, but all my brothers have looked up to me over the years. We all respect and love one another, but as the oldest, being the head of the family falls to me now.

“I don’t just want to kill Kingston. I want him to suffer. He took from us, and now we’ll take from him. Then, when he has nothing left, we’ll bury him six feet under in the middle of the fucking desert.”

I light another cigarette, watching the end burn. I’ll quit one of these days. But not today, and tomorrow isn’t looking good either. Espresso and nicotine are the only two things fueling me at the moment. I can’t remember the last time I ate anything. Nothing is appealing in the slightest.

“Where do we start? His business? His family?” Beckett asks.

“From the sounds of it, his business is already in trouble. We’ll let those cards fall while we figure out what’s going on with it.” I take a long, slow drag from my cigarette, then blow out a string of smoke. “Let’s start with his family. He has two sons. Jordyn and Jacob, if I recall.”

Xander sips his whiskey, and I’m glad he’s taking it easy tonight. I need his head clear. “Don’t they work with Kingston? I’ve never seen them in the public eye.”

“That’s because Kingston is a selfish bastard and only likes the spotlight to be on him. I’ve met Jacob, though. The guy isn’t a total dick like Kingston but he isn’t super friendly either. Never met Jordyn. I only know of his name from a newspaper article that was released last year, when Kingston opened his latest casino. Jacob is his COO, and Jordyn is the CFO.”

Kian raises an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling. “Well, the chief financial officer would definitely know if they are having money problems. Could kill two birds with one stone. Torture Jordyn Kingston for information before we kill him and send a care package to Kingston.”

Something that feels like a thrill courses through me. I like Kian’s thinking. Kingston’s sons are his only family. I can’t say for sure what his relationship is with Jordyn and Jacob, but any father would be devastated if something were to happen to their kids. We can start with Jordyn, get as much information from him as possible, then move on to Jacob. And then we’ll ensure that Kingston’s empire crumbles to the ground before we bury him in the rubble.

“Kian, you might be a fucking genius,” I say with a smug smile. “You’re an ugly son of a bitch, but your brains make up for it.”

My brothers snort and laugh while Kian flips me off, and for the first time in too long, it feels like we’re going to be okay. It’s always going to hurt like hell, but we’ll make it.

We have to.

We’re Savages.

We always come out on top.

CHAPTER 4

Jordyn

WHAT’S YOUR NAME?

There’ssomething about a fresh mani-pedi, a wax, and a blowout that makes a girl feel like a million bucks.

After my horrifying run-in with Eliott Carver on Sunday, I decided to start the week looking and feeling my best. Besides, I’m not going to have time to do it myself for a while. I’m pretty much going to be working around the clock since my father and brother are on a two-week vacation through Europe for some sort of horse race that they have huge wagers on. At least Ithinkthat’s what they’re doing. I usually stop listening whenever they talk about sports. Apparently, it’s been something they’ve been planning for months. Of course, he has other executives—male ones—helping me “keep things running” in their absence. It’s insulting that he thinks I can’t handle it myself.

“Because God forbid a woman be smart enough to run a company,” I say out loud to absolutely no one as I walk into my building.

The doorman, who is barely in college and flirts with every woman and man who walks into the building, smiles at me and waves, his head bopping back and forth to the music he’s listening to in his earbuds.

“Afternoon, Miss Kingston. I must say, you’re looking beautiful as ever,” Derek compliments louder than necessary.

I grin at him and rest my arm on the counter for a second as he pulls an earbud free. “Derek, you know how to make a girl happy. Keep telling me nice things and I might fall in love with you one of these days.”

He grins and winks at me. “Sorry, Miss Kingston. My heart is already taken by Mrs. Duffy.”

The oldest resident of the building walks in, her blue rhinestone cane glittering the entire time. It matches her blue sequin jacket and leopard print leggings. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her when she didn’t look like a walking disco ball. Kind of makes me want to be her when I’m older.

She smiles and brushes at her pure white, perfectly curled, inch-long hair. The woman is a whole vibe of her own, and it’s adorable.

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