THEY BURY PEOPLE IN THE DESERT
A soft knockat the door wakes me, and when Jordyn’s face peeks in, I gesture for her to come in.
Even first thing in the morning, the woman is gorgeous. And she’s like me. Curvy and soft with big, bouncy boobs and wide hips. It seems these brothers have a lot of the same tastes.
“Good morning! How’d you sleep?”
“Like a baby.” I always do when Xander’s with me. It doesn’t seem to matter if he’s next to me in bed or if he’s in the armchair in the corner of my room, just watching me all night. Somehow I know he’s there, and I know I’m protected. I don’t have to keep my guard up. It’s the first time in my entire life I’ve been able to sleep soundly. Even when I was with Jason, I didn’t feel totally safe.
I’ll keep all of that to myself, though. I’m not sure how Jordyn might react to her brother-in-law being a bit unhinged.
“How did things go with you and Xander last night?” She leans on her elbow at the foot of the bed, propped up like we’re in the middle of a slumber party, and I honestly love it. I don’t remember the last time I got to gossip with another girl who wasn’t a coworker.
“Intense,” I answer honestly. “I’m not sure how to explain it. We talked. I talked a lot… about stuff I don’t like to share. He told me about Nicola and his dad.”
Jordyn smiles sadly. “He’s been struggling.”
“I know. I see it in his eyes. The pain he carries.”
“He’s a good man,” she says softly. “I never met her, but Cash told me what happened between them, and I internet-stalked her a bit. She’s a cunt. She really fucked him up.”
Biting my lip, I stare at her. “Is she pretty?” I finally ask, even though I hate myself the second it comes out.
I know beauty is only skin deep. But I also know it’s a lot easier to overlook flaws when there aren’t as many as I have.
Jordyn scoffs. “She looks like a fake-ass bitch who needs to be hit by my Range Rover. Girl, you are so much prettier than her. And real. Cash told me she was a gold-digging slut who slept around on Xander. Fuck that bitch. Let’s go set her car on fire and bury her in the desert.”
The fierceness in the woman before me makes me smile so hard my cheeks hurt. I’ve only known Jordyn for less than two days, and she’s already ready to go to bat for me. I guess it might not be as big a deal to her. She’s married into the Savage family.
“Yesterday, um,” I blink, unsure how to phrase this. “Do I need to worry about Xander? Like, whatever he did to that guy?”
Jordyn stares at me with her wide, mischievous eyes. “He killed that guy. There’s no doubt about it. My husband and their brothers helped. It’s what they do. Cash calls it family bonding time. And no. You don’t need to worry about it. They know what they’re doing. The Savage brothers run this city.”
What the hell do I say to that?
This is real life. Families don’t just run cities.
I don’t think.
Then again, after their father was killed in the streets of Las Vegas, things went quiet pretty quickly. A few weeks later, one ofthe casino families sold their entire business off in a deal that no one in the media was privy to.
“Family bonding time…” I repeat more to myself than anyone else.
Jordyn bobs her head. “Yep. They’ll go play poker or bury people in the desert, and you and I will go shopping.”
I can’t help but laugh because this woman obviously lives in her own fairytale where she was born beautiful and rich and married an even richer man. It’s obvious Jordyn loves the finer things in life, but she’s not a snob, which I love about her. However, I doubt she’d be thrilled by me suggesting a thrift store for shopping because that’s all I can afford. Barely.
“You’re wild.” I can’t stop grinning at Jordyn.
She’s the CEO of Kingston Casinos. Her job is high-pressure, just like the Savage men. Yet I’ve only seen her outside of work, and she seems so relaxed and free-spirited. It makes me wonder if that’s a result of her and Cash’s dynamic. Whatever it is. She calls him Daddy, but how deep that goes, I’m not sure.
I know Daddy kink means something different to everyone. Some love it for sexy-time fun. Some love living in a full-on, power exchange, DDlg dynamic. Then there’s me, somewhere in between, who gets turned on by calling Xander Daddy but also finds immense comfort and freedom when he takes control. I knew the first time I met him that Xander wouldn’t let anything harm me. He has “protector” written all over him.
Sometimes, he takes it a little too far. Watching me sleep is probably a little bit much. And having a PI look into me, that’s obsessive and stalkerish. It also makes me feel all warm and fuzzy to know he’s going out of his way to take care of me in his own way.
Maybe Jordyn feels the same way about Cash. I can’t imagine Cash being any more unhinged than Xander, but I definitely think all the Savage brothers do things in their own unique way.
“I know.” She smirks. “Come on. Let’s go have breakfast. I’m pretty sure Beckett’s making pancakes. Either that or my husband has another bitch in the kitchen downstairs and I’ll need you to find a shovel while I slit her throat.”
