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

mama. Thought you were never going to wake up. If it weren’t for my little brother over there,” he says motioning to Tank, “I would’ve woke you up an hour ago. He threatened my balls though, and you know how attached I am to them. Or them to me, I can never remember which way around it’s supposed to go.”
     
    I laugh. I laugh because I’ve missed him. I laugh because it’s true, Tank would have threatened that. And I laugh because is exactly what I needed.
    “Hmm, it works both ways I think.” Changing the subject I ask, “Did you get my favourite, or did I miss out because I was sleeping?”
     
    I know full well there will be honey chicken on the table somewhere, but I can’t help teasing him anyway. Brody feigns outrage putting his free hand over his heart.
    “You wound me sexy mama. Of course Tank got you your precious chicken. He even double checked the order to make sure they remembered it.”
     
    Sparing a glance at Tank I see him watching me intently. I see the questions in his eyes. He’s asking if I’m okay. If I need anything. If I need him. So I answer the only way I can.
    “Thank you Hunter.” I say softly giving him a small smile. He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t smile. He just tips his head signalling he heard me.
     
    Breaking the silence Tilly chimes in asking,
    “So what are we doing while you’re here? Can you teach me to drive the Escalade you rented Brody? Tank said he’d take me out this weekend, but I think I scared him last time.” My sister looks so sincere, and the accompanying pitiful face she puts on make her look so sweet and innocent. But behind the mask the little devil is laughing her ass off. She dead right though. She did scare the shit out of Tank. Tilly told me he was hanging onto the ‘oh shit’ handle for the entirety of their driving lesson, the memory makes me giggle aloud.
     
    From where I’m still sitting chowing down on my food I can see amusement light Kai’s eyes, Jasper’s grin, Noah’s quirked brown, and Tank’s scowl. He’s probably not as entertained as we are at the harrowing experience that is teaching Tilly to drive. I just thank God it’s not me that has to do it. Giving me a playful shake Brody asks,
    “What? What’s funny? Sure I’ll take you Lily Pili. Name the time and place, and I’ll be there with boxers on.”
     
    Brody’s called Tilly, Lily Pili, since he met her. He has a thing for rhyming I think.
    “Umm…You sure you don’t want to ask Tank about his last trip out with her before you agree to that?”
     
    Shaking his head Brody goes back to eating but mumbles out,
    “Nope. All good. I don’t think I want to know now. Let’s leave it as a surprise.” That sets me and Tilly off in fits of giggles again. Oh, he’ll be surprised all right.
     
    “Your funeral Bro.” Tank says during our hysterics. “You might want to get a helmet, kneepads, and a pacemaker before you get in the fucking car though.” He’s not wrong. That is precisely why it’s not me teaching her.
     
    “We’ll be alright won’t we, Lily Pili? You’re not going to give uncle Brody a coronary are you?” He’s joking, but after Tank’s comment I can hear a thread of fear through his question.
     
    “Pshh, no. I’m not that bad. Hunter just thinks I shouldn’t drive faster than twenty miles an hour even on the highway. God forbid I do the speed limit.” Tilly huffs.
     
    Angling a glare in her direction Tank shakes his head.
    “The speed limit? What the fuck are you talking about? To you Til they’re speed advisory signs, and you don’t take them under advisement.” This too is true.
     
    Pushing back her chair and throwing her rubbish in the trash Tilly pouts at him.
    “That was one time Hunter, one time. You can’t hold that against me forever, and I said I was sorry.”
     
    The incident Tilly’s talking about was when she decided that in order to make her exit off the highway she would speed up overtaking a car also