Page 14 of Reaper

“Oh, damn. You must have had a hard, hard life,” I said before pointing to his face and circling my pointer finger around. “Or it could be all that growth.”

“I told you to get to the barbers. Look at your Dad he is always well-groomed.”

“Everywhere,” A deep voice said.

I looked and spotted Mac sitting on the second table.

Animal was glaring at me before making a cutting gesture on his neck with his finger.

I smiled at him and gave him a finger wave.

“How’s your nose?”

He grabbed a handful of bread before picking his plate up, and he walked out of the kitchen.

“Stop fucking with him,” Reaper said and walked away carrying two bowls of stew.

I turned to Angel.

“I'm not sure if I want to be adopted anymore. That's favouritism. How come he gets two bowls?”

She shook her head at me.

“One of them is yours. It's the same rules for everyone.”

“Oh. Thank you,” I said and chased after Reaper.

He sat near his Dad and had both bowls on the table. I climbed over the bench and pulled my bowl closer to me.

It smelled so heavenly, reminding me of my mum’s. I swallowed and blinked back the tears, I felt stupid, about to cry over a bowl of stew. Reaper nudged me and I glanced at him. He was holding a piece of bread out for me.

“Are you okay?” he asked for the third time today.

I rubbed my eyes and nodded before taking the bread from him. I tore the crusty bread almost sighing when I felt the soft inner section. Fuck Mac and Reaper, I might keep Angel. Or beg her to adopt me.

I dipped the bread in and chewed it slowly. It was so beautiful that I needed to savour it and find a way to take the pot upstairs. I broke up the bread and put it in the bowl before giving it a good mix. I took a mouth full of the stew and the sweetness of the carrots and potatoes hit me. Mmm. Onions and perhaps some leeks. I broke off a piece of the Lamb and devoured it. It melted in my mouth and disappeared before I had a chance to savour it. The meat was so tender. So fucking succulent.

If food was sex it would be this stew in a bowl.

Reaper suddenly shoved my shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed at me.

I looked up and everyone was staring at me with various expressions on their faces. I turned to glare at Reaper. He never let me enjoy my food in peace. I had perfect table manners today.

“What's your problem? I didn’t utter a fucking word,” I said angrily.

His dad leaned over Reaper.

“You didn’t say anything you just sounded as if you were having an orgasm over a bowl of stew,” he said shaking his head.

I looked over at his mum who was sitting on the other side of his Dad for confirmation but she sat holding a hand to her mouth laughing I knew I’d fucked up. I felt my ears and face burn with embarrassment.

“It’s my way of complimenting the chef,” I said loudly.

I might as well own my fuck up. Ignoring the laughter and lewd comments, I continued to eat my food like a lady. When I was almost finished a massive pot came down beside me.

Angel was serving me my seconds.

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