Page 63 of Resurfaced Passion
Mouthy fuck had balls, give him that.
“Why you got it in for your prez?”
“Asshole is no prez of mine. Just made them think I was their yes boy.”
“You were one of Ty’s boys?”
“Yeah, I put my transfer in last summer. Asshole’s got it coming to him. He thinks he owns the damn world.”
“What’s stopping me from putting a bullet in you right now? Better yet, I could hand you to Rider, and let that fool know what kind of men he has in his club.”
The boy was still not fazed.
Dumb as a rock.
But Rex was intrigued.
The other man rolled a shoulder and gestured with a tip of his head, ignorant of the fact a gun was still trained on him. “You could, but I’m your best option for getting the mother chapter back under your control while they don’t suspect a thing. They trust me.” His stance said he was confident in what he was saying, even under pressure.
Rex remained silent, exchanged glances with his right-hand man who shrugged.
“I asked you why.”
“You once did business with Hades, remember him?”
He did. The most psychotically perceptive bastard Rex had ever met. They’d done some mutually beneficial business together while he reigned the Raging Rebels. Shame there wasn’t more club presidents like him out there.
“Rider had him killed. They’re tight lipped on the details, but I know it was someone in that club.”
Old news. Rex arched his brow, telling him silently to get on with it.
“Hades was my half-brother. I want those assholes to pay in the worst possible way.”
Shock coated Rex’s tongue as he sat forward and rested both latched hands on the desk, observing this guy and the fury burning up his eyes.
Well, well. For the first time that day he felt his bones relaxing and his lips peeled over his teeth.
Maybe he’d found the fox in the chicken coop, finally.
“Take a seat. Shotgun will fetch you a drink.” The guy sat. “What did you say your name was?”
He leaned over Rex’s desk and offered his hand. “Juicy, sir. They call me Juicy.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Living life one kiss at a time.” - Reaper
Getting ready for a date with Reaper. It was no big deal.
What on earth was she saying?It was a big-freaking-deal. The biggest of all the deals that ever was, and Paige was having a slight out of body panic attack while she waited to hear the familiar roar of his bike.
Was it eagerness that she’d been dressed for an hour? She smoothed a hand down the long curtains of her hair hanging down either side of her face in glossy strands, both blonde and pink intermingling with every head shake.
She looked down at the dress she’d finally chosen to wear and felt a squeeze of doubt.
Was it too showy?
She’d neglected to even ask Reaper where they were going.
