Saviour: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel (Savior Book 3) by Natasha Thomas

with a bone jarring thud. Crying out in pain as my left side took the brunt of the impact I knew I’d definitely bruised a couple, if not broken a few ribs. It was more than likely I’d be sporting beautiful colourful marks by the next day. I didn’t have time to worry about the burning pain in my side, or the possibility it was worse than I thought, that I could have internal bleeding. I had to get away, and I had to do that now.
     
    I used the only thing left available that would do any damage that wasn’t already subdued by his hands, or crying out in pain from being tackled; I pulled my elbow back, and connected with his nose. Hearing the crunch of bone was sickening, and for a split second I feel kind of sorry for the guy. But that pity passed quickly when I felt a fist plough into my belly just below my ribs, a wave of agony tearing through me stealing my breath. In that moment I felt like what I’m sure he intends to do has become inevitable. If it wasn’t for the tell-tale scrape of the backdoor opening there was no doubt that I would have been raped, killed, or both that night. Thankfully I got away with three bruised ribs and midsection resembling a 1960’s tie-dye shirt.
     
    I hate to say it, but the three sluts that work at Kitty Kat’s; Sapphire, Emerald, and Rose unwittingly saved me from a fate worse than death. And as much as I dislike them, and they vocally despise me I silently thanked their laziness and desire to cut out before the end of their shift. They never saw me, I made sure of it by crawling to my car in the shadows, taking off home as soon as I can hoist my ass into the car.
     
    Most people are probably wondering why I didn’t report it, or at least tell the MC what happened. Honestly? I don’t want to involve the police because if it’s an enemy of Devil’s Spawn out to fuck with them it will involve retaliation, which will end in an MC war. I don’t want that on my conscious, and regardless of the reassurances I’d be given that it wasn’t my fault I didn’t want to be the person that risked peoples’ safety because I couldn’t deal with this myself.
     
    As for not telling anyone else it’s simple; whoever I tell will without a doubt report back to Priest, or at the very least tell someone else who will. I know what that will mean for me, and it wasn’t pretty. Tilly will find out, it will freak her the hell out, and upset her. Lou, Priss, and Ronnie will be told, and they’ll turn all mother hen on me in turn pissing me off unnecessarily. The MC will put babysitters on me making what little privacy I do have evaporate instantly. And Tank… He’ll lose his ever-loving-mind. No one needs to be a party to that, least of all me. It doesn’t matter that we’re no longer friends, or that he has nothing at all to do with me anymore; if he finds out he’ll go thermonuclear badass on someone in reaction to it.
     
    It didn’t matter anyway because after two and a half weeks of healing, wrapping my ribs tightly when I needed to do any strenuous activity, and ensuring I wore shirts that didn’t ride up giving the world a peek at my discoloured torso I was back to normal with no one any the wiser. I mentally high-fived myself for getting away with it too, I never get away with anything.
     
    Well that’s a lie, I did tell one person. I told Jasper after breaking down one night on the phone when the pain was all too much. He promised me he’d keep it to himself, and I believed him. Jas is good that way and I trust him implicitly to keep his word. So far he’s proved me right because he has.
     
    That’s why I don’t like going to Kitty Kat’s. And that’s why now I make sure to come and go through the front collecting the paperwork I need getting the hell out of there ASAP. I don’t stay, I take it home and complete it there. It makes it easier than spending the whole time paranoid that someone is out to get me.
     
    This brings us back to now, and with it the knowledge