Page 95 of Filthy Savage

“You did, Jasmine. You’ve gone through a lot with him. I’m really sorry that it didn’t work out the way you had envisioned.”

“Don’t,” she screams. “Do not try to placate me. It won’t work.”

She takes another step toward me. “You know, I’m pregnant again,” she purrs. “We’re going to really have a baby this time. We’ll be the perfect family.”

I don’t know if she’s telling the truth or not, but I’m leaning toward not. Pressing my lips together, I try not to show any reaction. I’m living in Evan’s house. He’s declared me his old lady. And as much as she wants to be where I am, she just isn’t, and she’s angry about it.

I’ve only been back in town a few weeks, and I’ve moved in. She’s been trying to get here for ten years. She’s bitter and angry. And I have a feeling she is also desperate. And nothing good can come from a woman who is desperate.

I open my mouth, although I’m not sure what I’m going to say to her when she lunges toward me. Her feet start to move, her eyes wild as she charges. My body is frozen for just a moment before I quickly move aside, away from her. She falls to the floor.

There isn’t anywhere for me to hide in this place. It’s not big enough, so all I can do is dodge her and hope I can slip out of the house and get the fuck away from her before she hurts me.

“Fuck you,” Jasmine barks, pushing herself up to stand across from me.

With a snort, I shake my head. “No thanks, babe,” I state. “If you think you can rat out Evan to the cops, and then he’ll come to you and play house, you’ve got another thing coming,” I grind out.

I suck in a breath. I’m not done yet. “There is no way in hell he’s going to be yours, that you’ll be his, kid or no kid. Not with the betrayal you’ve just committed. And even if he wanted you, the Dark Horse MC wouldn’t accept you. And Evan would never be with someone his club didn’t accept.”

She growls and starts to take a step toward me. I don’t know if she’s going to try to attack me again or not, but then she stopsin her tracks. Her eyes widen as they lift, and she looks over my shoulder behind me.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SEVEN

SPENCER

“Stand the fuck down,”Evan’s voice growls. She drops her chin. I know she’s attempting to appear submissive, but she’s manipulative as fuck. “Spencer,” he calls out.

Turning my head against my better judgment, I look over my shoulder at him. “You okay, beautiful?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” I whisper.

He moves past me, heading straight for Jasmine. I wait for her to tell him she’s pregnant, but she doesn’t. I don’t think she is. It was just a way to knock me off my feet—it didn’t work.

She tilts her head back and looks up at him, feigning doe eyes. I want to call her out so badly, but I don’t. I know Evan is smarter than that bullshit. He lifts his hand and runs the back of his fingers down her cheek.

She closes her eyes, and I watch as her lips part.

This is what she wants, and I can’t stop the pang of jealousy that slices through me. Closing my eyes, I try to keep from screaming or crying at what’s happening right in front of my own eyes.

Then she gasps, and my eyes widen. He curls his fingers around the front of her throat, but not in the sexy way he does to me. He squeezes—hard. She tries to pull his arm off, her nails scratching his wrist, and I can do nothing but stand there and watch.

I don’t know what to do. What to say. But I watch in silence as the light drains from her eyes. I know I’m supposed to feel something about it. I’m supposed to feel sad or guilty, something, but I don’t feel anything except relief.

Evan releases his grasp, and I watch as she drops to the floor in a pile of flesh and bones. He turns to me slowly, his eyes finding mine. He looks like a savage. This is the man I remember from ten years ago. He moves toward me, and I back away. But he’s faster. He lifts his hands, cupping my cheeks.

The same hands that just killed a woman are cupping my cheeks so gently that I can’t believe it was him. And I also can’t believe that I want his hands on me—everywhere. His mouth touches mine, his kiss nothing more than a brush of the lips.

He lifts his head, his eyes finding mine. “When I figured out she was here, I thought she was going to hurt you.”

“She didn’t,” I whisper. “You killed her.”

His lips twitch into a smirk. “I know that doesn’t bother you,” he says.

“You looked possessed when you saw her.”

Evan shakes his head once. “Possessed? No,” he murmurs. “Angry and scared? Yes.”

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