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

another one night stand after that, or any sexual partner for that matter. I’d love to say it wasn’t because of the flash of hurt and disappointment on his face that night. But I can’t, because it was.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Priscilla
     
    Priscilla’s Rules to live by 101
    “Always be yourself unless you’re an arrogant bastard.”
     
     
    Drying my hair with a second towel making sure to get the last of the excess water out so I can blow dry it, I’m about to make my way out of the bathroom into my bedroom when I let out a high-pitch shriek. Standing on the threshold of my bedroom is a deadly looking Tank. His eyes are narrowed and his body is strung so tight that it looks like it might snap at any moment. This is a scary look coupled with that huge body of his, and I feel truly sorry for the person that’s going to be on the receiving end of his temper today. Surely his brothers can’t have pissed him off this badly already. And what’s with the surprise visit? He hasn’t been in my house for more than a year, why now?
     
    Dammit. I should have got my spare key back, I knew it was a mistake not to.
    “Holy shit! You scared the crap out of me.” He doesn’t say a word. Tank’s jaw is clenched and I hear what sounds like a rumble bubbling up from his chest. Deciding to go about my business I collect a bra and panty set from my lingerie draw instructing him to turn around.
     
    “Spoke to Jas and Kai. Have you got something you want to tell me?” His voice is full of menace. Low and intense like he is.
     
    I rack my brain trying to come up with an answer that will get him out of my house, but the only one I can come up with is that Jasper spilled and that’s the reason for my unexpected visitor.
    “He told you.” I say with enough venom that if he were a lesser man he’d have the decency to flinch.
     
    I turn around dressed in only my underwear to find him staring at me.
    “Yes he fucking told me. The question is why the fuck didn’t you? Jesus fuck, Beautiful. Why didn’t you call me? You know I would’ve been there in a minute. Doesn’t matter what’s going on with me, you, us I would’ve fucking dropped everything to be there, Beautiful.”
     
    That’s another thing, Tank has called me beautiful for six years, but his use of the endearment now that we’re not on speaking terms only serves to infuriate me.
    “Fuck you Tank. I do not know that because you made it so that I don’t. It’s none of your business. Now if you would kindly get the fuck out of my house, you can go back and tell your brother he can lose my fucking number.”
     
    Growling at me Tank asks,
    “Which fucking one? I hear two of them know your number pretty fucking well these days.”
     
    So he does know about Reid. I was wondering how long it would take for it to get back to him. Not wavering from my stance with my hands on my hips I laugh out loud, but with little humour infused.
    “Both of them. You can tell Jas to lose my number, and you can tell Reid to lose my number unless he’s using it as a friend.” In my anger I didn’t stop to consider what I was saying, it just came out. In hindsight it wasn’t the smartest move, divulging Reid was calling me for any purpose other than to be friendly, but once the words slipped out it was too late to take them back. Whoops. I’ll have to remember to send him a fruit basket when he’s laid up in hospital after Tank puts him there. Since it would be my fault and all.
     
    I watch as Tank’s fists clench and unclench dangerously at his sides. The pulse on the side of his neck beating erratically and another growl erupts his throat adding to the tension in the room.
    “Don’t worry Beautiful, I intend on having words with my fucking brother as soon as he shows his face in town. That doesn’t answer my question though. Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”
     
    There’s no answer Tank will accept, in his mind its cut and dry. I should have told him what happened