Saviour: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel (Savior Book 3) by Natasha Thomas Page B
Authors: Natasha Thomas
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come in expecting me to serve them fucking caviar and salmon we’ll be okay.
Loving my brothers isn’t an issue, because I do with everything in me. The issue is that as much as I love them, I want to kill them occasionally too. More fool those idiots because I know seventy-two ways to turn that thought into a reality if it becomes an absolute necessity. So if they fuck with me like they did over the car rental I’m only hoping it isn’t a sign of things to come. I called them here to help, not piss me off.
When Brody finds out what happened with Priss he’ll be all over that shit trying to fix it because that’s what he does, he fixes shit. Kai and Jas who are due any minute are more like me. The three of us are the closest, they get me without the need for lengthy discussions about our feelings. That’s not to say I’m not close to Noah and Brody, because I am. They’re just more like my dad. They need lots, and I mean lots of information to answer a simple question. They need to know how you’re feeling, what you’re thinking, when you took a piss last before they can answer whether they like their steak rare or medium. However give those two a pen and a piece of paper, and they’ll have planned a hostile takeover of a foreign nation by sundown.
The only one I’m having any real trouble with is Reid. At this point trouble isn’t a strong enough word to describe it either. Murderous intent is closer to what I feel toward him at the moment. When I get my hands on that asshole he’s going to wish he stayed on his pansy ass rock star filled bus with his bunch of dickhead band mates. If I have to I’ll rip that motherfucker limb from limb, and I won’t give a shit whether he’s my brother or not.
Two weeks ago Tilly called me asking if I could meet her at the dinner when I got off work, not an unusual request, but also not one she’s made a lot lately so I jumped at the opportunity.
Seeing as I work at Chasers, and I own a third of the place taking off to meet her isn’t a hassle. Regardless, I wouldn’t turn her down if I had to walk through fucking fire to get there. I’d do anything for that girl, and I do mean anything.
Half an hour later we were both seated in a booth with Tilly looking stressed the fuck out. Small talk be damned, because with the way she’s looking if I find out anyone’s hurt her I’ll go fucking postal, and rip them apart. Staying as calm as I can I ask,
“What’s up Til? You look freaked.”
Tilly started wring her hands together inadvertently ripping the napkin in her hands when she replied.
“I know you and Priss aren’t talking anymore, so I don’t know if this even matters to you b…”
I grab her hand to stop her nervous fidgeting, she making me nervous doing that shit, and I need to put a stop to what she’s thinking. It’s important to me for her to understand that’s bullshit. I don’t want her thinking I don’t care about her sister, because nothing could be further from the truth. I care about Priss too much, that’s the problem. I don’t want to see her hurt, or worse, I don’t want to be the one that hurts her any more than I already have.
“Put that out of your head, yeah? Just because me and your sister aren’t on the best of terms at the moment.” She scoffs at that but doesn’t interrupt. “I’ll always fucking care about her Til. No matter what.”
Tilly nods at me giving me a sad half smile. One that doesn’t reach her eyes, and it breaks my heart to see her so upset.
“I heard her talking to someone the other day. I’m worried if you don’t do something soon to make things up to her that she’ll move on. This guy seems really interested in her Hunter. As in, really interested.”
What the fuck? I haven’t seen any guys hanging around Priss, and I’d know if they were because I pay attention to everything she does. If I find out one of the brothers are sniffing around there’ll be
Loving my brothers isn’t an issue, because I do with everything in me. The issue is that as much as I love them, I want to kill them occasionally too. More fool those idiots because I know seventy-two ways to turn that thought into a reality if it becomes an absolute necessity. So if they fuck with me like they did over the car rental I’m only hoping it isn’t a sign of things to come. I called them here to help, not piss me off.
When Brody finds out what happened with Priss he’ll be all over that shit trying to fix it because that’s what he does, he fixes shit. Kai and Jas who are due any minute are more like me. The three of us are the closest, they get me without the need for lengthy discussions about our feelings. That’s not to say I’m not close to Noah and Brody, because I am. They’re just more like my dad. They need lots, and I mean lots of information to answer a simple question. They need to know how you’re feeling, what you’re thinking, when you took a piss last before they can answer whether they like their steak rare or medium. However give those two a pen and a piece of paper, and they’ll have planned a hostile takeover of a foreign nation by sundown.
The only one I’m having any real trouble with is Reid. At this point trouble isn’t a strong enough word to describe it either. Murderous intent is closer to what I feel toward him at the moment. When I get my hands on that asshole he’s going to wish he stayed on his pansy ass rock star filled bus with his bunch of dickhead band mates. If I have to I’ll rip that motherfucker limb from limb, and I won’t give a shit whether he’s my brother or not.
Two weeks ago Tilly called me asking if I could meet her at the dinner when I got off work, not an unusual request, but also not one she’s made a lot lately so I jumped at the opportunity.
Seeing as I work at Chasers, and I own a third of the place taking off to meet her isn’t a hassle. Regardless, I wouldn’t turn her down if I had to walk through fucking fire to get there. I’d do anything for that girl, and I do mean anything.
Half an hour later we were both seated in a booth with Tilly looking stressed the fuck out. Small talk be damned, because with the way she’s looking if I find out anyone’s hurt her I’ll go fucking postal, and rip them apart. Staying as calm as I can I ask,
“What’s up Til? You look freaked.”
Tilly started wring her hands together inadvertently ripping the napkin in her hands when she replied.
“I know you and Priss aren’t talking anymore, so I don’t know if this even matters to you b…”
I grab her hand to stop her nervous fidgeting, she making me nervous doing that shit, and I need to put a stop to what she’s thinking. It’s important to me for her to understand that’s bullshit. I don’t want her thinking I don’t care about her sister, because nothing could be further from the truth. I care about Priss too much, that’s the problem. I don’t want to see her hurt, or worse, I don’t want to be the one that hurts her any more than I already have.
“Put that out of your head, yeah? Just because me and your sister aren’t on the best of terms at the moment.” She scoffs at that but doesn’t interrupt. “I’ll always fucking care about her Til. No matter what.”
Tilly nods at me giving me a sad half smile. One that doesn’t reach her eyes, and it breaks my heart to see her so upset.
“I heard her talking to someone the other day. I’m worried if you don’t do something soon to make things up to her that she’ll move on. This guy seems really interested in her Hunter. As in, really interested.”
What the fuck? I haven’t seen any guys hanging around Priss, and I’d know if they were because I pay attention to everything she does. If I find out one of the brothers are sniffing around there’ll be
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