Page 8 of Savage Revenge

“Let me go,” I insist as firmly as I can. My voice shakes, though, and it makes the steel-eyed one in front of me laugh.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

I glare at him, though my heart beats so fast I’m afraid I’m going to have a heart attack.

He doesn’t know who I am?

Then why are they here?

“What’syourname?” I snap back even though I already know it.

He stares down at me, his eyebrows pinch slightly. Just enough to tell me I surprised him.

I keep my gaze on his, not willing to back down. If they’re here to kill me, I’m not going down without a fight. And if they’re here because of something my dad did, I’m going to kill my own father.

“Cash Savage,” he answers menacingly. “But I think you already know that. Now, tell me where to find Jordyn Kingston and I’ll let you go. It’s that easy.”

He doesn’t know I’m Jordyn. How does he not know that?

The guy who called mebombshellbumps into me from behind, pushing me toward Cash. I scowl at the asshole and throw my elbow into his abs. The man laughs and winks at me, completely unbothered by my attempt to hurt him.

“Cash,” another of the men says as he walks up with my purse. “We, uh,youneed to look at this.”

When did he slip out of the room and grab my bag? How the hell did I miss that?

Probably because everything else disappeared while going toe to toe with Cash Savage.

“That’s mine, asshole,” I hiss. “Don’t you know a woman’s purse is off limits?”

He shrugs and holds something out to Cash.

Cash studies me for a second, then glances at his brother and takes the card.

Shit. It’s my driver’s license.

He scans it, his eyebrows rising a fraction.

“Jordyn Elise Kingston,” he reads it as if it’s a question. Like it doesn’t make any sense.

The room quiets as Cash stares at the card like it’s foreign to him. After a long stretch of silence, he flicks his gaze to me. “Why the fuck would Kingston name his daughter Jordyn? You’re supposed to be a man.”

Oh, the fucking audacity. Is he kidding me right now? I have enough issues with my gender being a disappointment to one person; I don’t need this fromhim. My mouth opens then closes as I try to control the words that are about to come out because not only did these assholes break into my apartment and arenow basically holding me captive, but now Cash Savage insults me?

I pop my hand on my rounded hip and glare up at him, suddenly really pleased I went for all those beauty treatments, because I might be in big trouble here, but at least I feel somewhat confident about myself.

“Seriously? We’re talking about names now, you sexist pig?” I scoff, throwing my hands up. “Coming from a guy whose name is something you’d find in a stripper’s butt crack during amateur hour?”

I shoot him a disgusted look, complete with an obvious cringe.

“No offense to strippers,” I mutter.

The guy behind me laughs and nods when I look back at him. “Damn. Good one, bombshell. I knew I liked you when I saw the Taylor Swift CD in your bedroom, but now you insult my brother? Hell yeah, bombshell.”

He went into my bedroom… I’m going to murder him. Somehow. Someway. All of them. First, my purse, and now, my bedroom?

I turn slowly, giving him a once-over like he’s shit on the bottom of my shoe, then I spin back to face the real problem.Cash fucking Savage. “What are you doing in my house? And how the hell did you get in? My doorman certainly didn’t tell me I had unwanted company!” I’m nearly hysterical now, and my voice rises until it’s a screech.

His lips curl into a slow, smug smile that makes my blood boil. I hate this man already. “Well, I came here looking for one of Kingston’s sons, but I guess now I’m going to have to settle for his daughter. Normally, I don’t hurt women, but in this case, I think I’ll make an exception.”

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