Page 21 of Savage Revenge

But fuck, she’s so damn gorgeous. I could get lost in those green eyes. Every one of her soft curves makes me want to drop to my damn knees.

And that pisses me off more than anything.

I want to hate her. Ineedto hate her, actually. She’s a Kingston. Her last name alone should be enough for me to burn her to the ground. But then she looks at me like I’ve hurt her, and something claws at my chest. Something that I don’t want to name.

“I’m not letting you go until I get the answers I want, kitten. So you better start thinking harder about what’s been going on in your father’s company.”

She shoots to her feet and slams her hands on my desk, leaning closer to me. “This isn’t going to fix anything, Cash! I don’t have any of the answers you’re looking for. I’m happy to help you to find whatever it is you need, but I can’t do that from here.”

I shrug, my gaze falling to her tits again then back to her heart-shaped face. “Nah. I’ll keep you here. I’m sure you’ll think of something helpful.”

Jordyn lets out a frustrated growl and throws her hands in the air. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’ve been called worse,” I reply calmly.

“Can I at least get some different clothes?”

I nod once. “I can accommodate that.”

Beckett chimes in, his signature playful grin on full display. “Preferably a bikini, yeah?”

Jordyn spins and glares at my younger brother. I can’t help but grin because I know she’s about to put him in his place, and it’s going to be epic.

“Listen, Sparky. You only wish you could see me in a bikini. You probably have to fuck your own hand since no woman in her right mind would ever want anything to do with you.”

The room goes still, and my brother’s face morphs into shock and then amusement as he gives her a flirty smile. “Why don’t you teach me how to be a better man, bombshell? I’ll be a teacher’s pet.”

She stares at him for a second, her mouth partially open, before she turns back to me. “Call your Golden Retriever off or else I’ll neuter him in front of you all.”

I can’t help it. I actually laugh. A deep, surprised one that rumbles out of my chest before I can stop it.

Beckett looks mock-offended as he brings his hand to his chest. “Hey, I’m more of a?—”

“Dude, shut the fuck up,” Xander snaps.

“Damn, girl’s got bite,” Kian murmurs.

“She’s got a lot more than that,” I correct.

Jordyn huffs and shakes her head. “You’re all insane. Who the hell has outward locks on bedroom doors and windowalarms like this is a hostage camp? How many women do you kidnap a week?”

I lean back in my chair, a smug smile playing at my lips. She asked that like the thought of another woman in the same room as her disgusts her. Is she jealous? Doubtful. She hates me. “Only you, kitten.”

“You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she flings.

“They were installed while you were passed out from the sedative. You slept like a baby in my office for six hours, drooling on my couch while my crew secured your room. Really, you should be thanking me for giving you such elegant accommodations. Had you been a man, you’d be in a cell in one of our warehouses right now.” I wink at her.

Her mouth opens, then closes. Then repeats. “Un-fucking-believable.”

After a moment, she storms toward the door and throws it open. Caleb smiles at her and motions for her to go first. As she stomps past him, he grins at us and gives a thumbs-up before following her back up the stairs.

“Fuck off, Caleb,” is the last thing I hear before the sound of a door slamming rattles through the mansion.

All four of us burst out laughing, and it feels good.

When we gather ourselves, I glare at Beckett. “Chill the fuck out.”

He blinks like he has no idea what I mean, even though I know he does. “What did I do?”

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