Page 74 of Savage Revenge

Glaring at my brother, I suck in a deep breath, trying to calm myself so I don’t punch him. Why is it so unbelievable that Jordyn would want me? I’m a good man. A family man. I’m loyal, rich as hell, and from the screaming climaxes she had with me, I’d say she’s pretty obsessed with my dick.

“But,” he continues, holding his hands up to soothe me, “we’re about to kill her father. Do you think she’s going to want you once that happens?”

A cold bucket of ice might as well have been poured over my head as his words hit me.

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s not wrong. Jordyn doesn’t respect her father, but he’s still her father. He’s still her blood and the person who raised her. She might not be close with him, but would she be able to get over me killing him to avenge my dad? Probably not.

Not that it really matters. I’ve kept her locked up in my house this long; I’m not past keeping her locked up longer against her will. Eventually, she’ll have to get over this, right?

Beckett pushes the key remote to his Lamborghini and starts toward it. “I don’t think we really need to worry about whether she’ll forgive him for killing Kingston, because she’s never going to forgive him for the hidden cameras in her bathroom. We’ll be lucky if he’s still alive once she’s done with him.”

I shoot him a glare as Kian laughs and follows Beckett to climb into the passenger seat. When I look back at Xander, he’s not scowling like he was a moment ago. The corners of his lips tip up into a smirk.

“Yeah. Good luck with that, bro. If she does kill you, just know I love you.” He bumps shoulders with me as he passes to go to his SUV. “We’ll start digging into everything Kingston said. Call us when you’re done dealing with thatsituation.”

All three of them laugh, and I blow out a breath and turn around to stare at my front door.

A situation indeed.

No doubt she’s pissed at me.

But my girl needs to learn that just because she’s pissed, doesn’t mean she can get away with being naughty.

It’s time she meets Daddy’s belt.

When I get upstairs, Caleb is standing right outside her room, arms crossed over his chest. As soon as he sees me, he steps aside so I can enter.

“She okay?” I ask.

“Yes, sir. Her legs might be a bit scraped up from the brush, but other than that, she’s fine.”

I clench my jaw and nod. Not only did she try to run from me, but she fucking put herself in danger doing it. If Caleb hadn’t been tailing her, who knows where she’d be right now. She’s lucky all she got was some scratches, but she’s still in trouble for doing something so reckless.

“Thanks. Take the next hour or so off,” I tell him.

Caleb dips his chin, amusement pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Good luck, sir.”

Why does everyone keep saying that?

As soon as I press my thumb to the door, it unlocks, and I storm in, slamming it behind me.

And then a shoe flies past my head, smacking the wall a few feet to my left.

Another one follows, this time coming closer to hitting me, but I side-step it.

“What the fuck?” I boom.

She stands across the room, scowling at me with a pile of stuff on the bed next to her. She picks up something else and hurls it at me. It misses me by a lot, but before I can laugh at her terrible throwing, a hairbrush comes flying directly at my face.

“Howdareyou!?” she screams, jabbing her pointer finger toward me.

I dodge the brush, stepping forward, glaring at her. “How dareI? Really, kitten? You ran from me!”

Another flip-flop spins through the air before she puts her hands on her hips. “I should’ve run the first day I got here! You sick psycho asshole! You put cameras in the goddamn bathroom! Watched me like a fucking pervert. Who does that?”

My vision blurs with rage, my lungs burning with each heavy breath I take.

“What were you doing when you watched me? Touching yourself? Getting off? While I showered? And used thetoilet?” She presses her hand to her forehead, wincing. “Oh, God. You’re a sick stalker kidnapper!”

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