Page 83 of Savage Revenge

This is the right choice.

Steeling myself, I lean down and gently run my hand over her arm. She immediately stirs, her eyelashes fluttering as she sleepily looks around and then up at me. The corners of her mouth tip up slightly.

She looks beautiful. As always. Only more so now, because every second I spend with her, I fall for her a little more, and she only keeps getting more and more perfect.

I swallow painfully and straighten, tucking my hands into the pockets of my black slacks.

“Caleb is waiting outside your room. He will help you pack and escort you home. Take anything with you that you wish.” My words feel like sand against my tongue as I speak. “You’re free to go, Jordyn.”

Her eyebrows pinch together, and she sits up slightly, resting an elbow on the bed, confusion all over her face. “What?”

“You’re not responsible for your father’s sins. I shouldn’t have kept you here. I’m sorry. Caleb will see you home whenever you’re ready.”

Unable to stare into her deep green eyes for a second longer, I turn on my heel and stride out, stopping in the hall to give Caleb instructions.

“Help her pack her stuff and then take her home. Increased security measures will be installed this week in her building; until then, keep watch on her from a distance.”

Caleb frowns. “Boss?”

I hold up my hand to stop him and start to walk away. “Just do it. Make sure she gets settled at home.” Pausing, I turn to scowl at him. “But don’t spend a minute longer in her apartment than is necessary.”

He nods, understanding the threat laced in it if he so much as thinks of spending any time with Jordyn. She may be free, butthat doesn’t mean she’s not mine. Because, whether I have her in my life or not,she’s mine.

“Are you okay?”Xander asks, his dark eyes studying me.

Running a hand through my hair, I try to play it cool and nod. “I’m good.” I’m not even close to good. I’m trembling with so much rage on the inside that I can barely see straight. But I don’t need to talk to Xander about it. He doesn’t need to know that I’m on the verge of losing my mind because I don’t know if Jordyn is already getting on with her life or if she’s making out with Caleb in her apartment because she’s so excited to be free. He also doesn’t need to know that I blame Kingston for all of this. For the excruciating pain I’m experiencing or the violent thoughts I’m having from thinking about either of those scenarios.

“You’renotgood.” He won’t stop studying me, and it’s unnerving.

I’ve always been closest to Xander. But for some reason, he’s the one who’s been the most apprehensive about Jordyn, and I’m not sure why. The last thing I want, though, is to chat with him about it.

Surprisingly, Beckett speaks up, his gaze scanning my face. “I don’t think it’s a good time to talk about whatever Cash has going on, bro. Besides, we have other shit to handle at the moment.”

The four of us walk in together, nodding to Cassian’s guys as we pass while moving deeper into the dim warehouse. In the movies, they always show these types of places lit up. It’s not actually like that. In reality, it’s dark and dingy. Abandoned.Which means no electricity. No running water. Nothing. And people tend to leave abandoned things alone out here. At least it stays somewhat cool in here.

Jacob has already gone. Cassian personally drove him back to his office and made sure he understood what would happen should he do anything stupid. There will be some men watching Jacob from a distance for the time being. From what Cassian said, Jacob reassured him he wouldn’t say anything, but it never hurts to be extra careful.

I got the feeling Jacob might have some unfavorable feelings for his father as well. He didn’t seem shocked that Thomas had gotten himself into a mess.

Kingston is filthy. Soaked in sweat, blood, and probably piss. He’s been roughed up a bit, but there’s still plenty left for me to do to get my point across.

“Miss me?” I smile at him and, without waiting for an answer, I swing, cracking him in the nose. He howls. I laugh, and it’s a fucking breath of fresh air in my lungs.

When I hit him again, his head snaps back, and he groans, unable to brace himself with his hands and feet tied to the chair. I roll my shoulders and glance at Xander, who’s smirking but looking at me with interest. I don’t usually come in swinging like this, but damn, it felt good. This asshole deserves it.

“We found a transfer for four billion dollars last year. Sent to the Cayman Islands: CK Gaming. Tell me what it is, or I’ll put a bullet in your kneecap right now.” I pull my gun, and Kingston immediately starts shouting.

“It’s not what you think! It has nothing to do with your father. It was a business deal.” His eyes are on the end of my gun, and when I pull the trigger, he screams as his kneecap blows out, sending bone and blood spraying everywhere.

None of my brothers move or say anything. They won’t. I could do anything to this bastard, and they wouldn’t blink aneye. Just like I would do for them when they have to take care of something. This is personal for all of us, though, so I’m sure they’ll all want a turn torturing Kingston. It will be a family bonding thing.

“That was the wrong answer. The right answer would be to tell me who the fuck CK Gaming is and what kind of business deal.” I point the gun at the other knee. “General overview bullshit doesn’t help me in any way. I need specifics if you want to keep your other leg.”

Kingston groans and cries, his fists balled tightly as blood drains from his leg at a pace that tells me we have plenty of time before he bleeds out. If he gives us what we want, we might actually get him a medic to stop it. Maybe it’ll buy him a few extra days in here if he gives me answers. Lucky guy.

“Fuck. It sounds bad,” Kingston pants, his breath sawing in and out of him. “I swear, though, I had nothing to do with your dad’s death.”

As I raise the gun again, he starts shouting faster. “I did a business deal with Carver! We’re going into business together. That’s what that transfer was. We both put in four billion to buy The Sapphire. I was losing money. So much money. I knew your father wouldn’t go into business with me, so when Carver offered, I took him up on it. But it had nothing to do with your father’s death. I swear!”

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