Page 87 of Savage Revenge

“You know I can’t tell you anything, Miss Kingston.”

I whip my head toward him and narrow my gaze. “Really? Because I think you can, but for some reason, you’re being a stubborn asshole.”

He flicks his eyes to meet mine for a moment before looking back at the silver doors as they open on my floor. “Your father is in Cash’s custody. He released Jacob this morning.”

Then he strides out of the elevator and stands by my door, waiting for me to unlock it, his expression set in stone. He’s not going to tell me anything else, and he’s pissed that he told me that much.

I try to process what that means as I fumble with my key, then follow Caleb into my apartment, which looks perfectly intact, other than the lingering scent of Cash. My heart squeezes and my eyes water, but I force myself to hold it together.

Just a little longer, and then I’ll be alone.

Only then can I fall apart.

Caleb moves through the place like he owns it, while I drop my bag on the floor and walk over to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out toward The Strip. Rubbing my face, I sigh, a heavy weight settling on my chest. I don’t want to be here. This isn’thome.

He is.

Or was.

Shit, why did I let myself fall for him? For the way he made me feel. The words he said so easily while he stared at me like I was his world. Was it all fake? Or was it a routine he uses with any woman he gets involved with?

I thought we had something. Something more real and raw than I’ve ever experienced before with anyone.

“Jordyn,” Caleb says softly.

That’s when I realize I’m crying. Silently. Tears track down my cheeks, dripping off my chin.

Quickly brushing the wetness away, I turn to Caleb and force a smile. “All good? Can you get out now?”

He stares knowingly, concern etched into the corners of his eyes. But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he approaches me, stopping a couple of feet short, and I have to tip my head back to look at him.

“You’re creating a shadow the size of a house, big guy.” I’m deflecting, but it’s the only thing I can do right now to avoid losing it in front of my bodyguard. Or whatever he is. Was. Fuck.

Caleb smirks at me. I can’t help but return it with a genuine grin because while he might be arrogant and cocky, that damn look he gives me probably makes women melt. Most women. It doesn’t do it for me. No man does it for me except one. But I’m sure Caleb has single women lining up to talk to him. Too bad he probably ruins it the moment he speaks. Annoying jerk.

“If you need anything, here’s Cash’s card with his direct number on it. And here’s mine if you can’t reach him.”

He holds them out for me, and I eye them for a second but shake my head. “I won’t need to call either of you. I’m good, Caleb. I assume you can see yourself out.”

Then, unable to face him a second longer without breaking, I brush past him and go into my bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.

When I’m sure he’s left, I creep out to the open living room, then to the foyer to make sure he locked up when he left. I grab my bag. I stuffed my cell phone when Caleb gave it back to me when we got here. As I make my way back to my room, something catches my eye on the coffee table.

Two business cards.

I pick up both and stare at them as I pad back into my room, shoulders heavy as I close the door behind me again, then sink down onto my bed. With blurry eyes, I plug my phone into the charger and wait for it to turn on. Tears drip down my face, and my hands tremble as I type a message to Jacob.

Jordyn: Are you okay?

We may not be close, but he’s still my half brother. I also want to make sure he’s not going to go to the authorities. Weneed to let Cash handle this situation his way. It’s the right thing to do for the Savage brothers to get the peace they need.

My phone buzzes almost immediately.

Jacob: Yes. Are you?

Instead of texting him back, I hit the call button.

“Are you okay, Jordyn? They still have Dad,” he answers quietly.

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