Page 84 of Resurfaced Passion
“Things go as expected?”
“Clock work, boss. He was happy as a puppy in piss thinking I was coming back to do his spying. I have to report in every night like a damn damsel on a curfew but I’m in. And I feel so damn happy to be part of his gang.”
“He didn’t get suspicious?”
“Sure did, I played to his ego, said a few things he liked about how he deserves the gavel, stuff like that, he lapped it up. But he was too busy kicking his kids asses and some guy who got carried out in a body bag to pay it much attention. I lucked out.”
“Nice work, kid.” Rider praised.
A few more things less important were discussed. Jobs were dished around the table. Reaper had his usual of collecting the money. He didn’t know figures as well as Texas did and months later Rider still hadn’t given the treasurer patch to another member, though he was sure one of them boys would know how to count to ten. It felt like Rider was waiting for Texas to stride back through the door in one of his fancy-ass fat ties and his smooth baby-face to take the task back. Zara did what she could over in the office, less than before, what with having two kids under the age of two on her hips. But it wasn’t enough.
“If we’re done here, I’m gonna take my girls home.” Hawk said gruffly, standing to his feet. Reaper figured the VP didn’t much care if the meeting was finished or not, not when it came to his girls, he was gonna do what he needed to do.
Having Paige’s flavor in his mouth, Reaper could understand that kind of prioritizing. He checked the silver watch at his wrist, a gift from his wife on their first anniversary.To remind you we have soooo much time together, my Judson.
Six hours before it was time to pick Paige up from work.
Too fucking long. And he wouldn’t have time to sit in the diner either as he’d wanted.
Too long before he could roll her to her belly and mount behind her and make her do those sex sounds that sounded like heavens bells ringing.
All this time he’d contained it, kept a tight lid on his feelings, never letting anything sneak out into the daylight and now all that containment was shot to shit, leaving Reaper starved and jittery.
Fuck it. He was already sunk as deep as quicksand, what was a few more inches? He fished out his phone and typed out a message.
Reaper:“You good, baby?”
Paige: I like you calling me that.
Paige:Maybe I need something to call you …
Reaper’s blood turned volcanic, she could call him a downright dirty fucking dog and he’d get hard over it. He knew exactly what he’d kill to hear her call him.
Reaper:“Think it over and tell me tonight.”
Paige:I will. For our date! I’m going on another D A T E with a hot biker.”
He chuckled and it raised eyes around the room. Pins could be heard dropping. Tumbleweed rustled through church. Reaper bunched his brows almost down to his chin.
“See! Freaky as fuck. I preferred it when we didn’t know he was here. Now he’s cackling like Chucky. I’m telling, you, we’re all gonna wake up dead.” Declared Snake.
A chorus of knuckles knocked on the tabletop. “Man, I hate agreeing with Snake.” Complained Arson shaking his shaggy head.
Reaper ignored the laughs and the jokes and secretly smiled to himself.
He’d once felt like an outsider, even long after he’d been accepted into this sacred room with his Renegade Souls patch on the front of his leather cut.
Now though? He felt some of those holes filling in.
He could leave this place, but he’d miss it, he realized. He’d miss the guys and what they’d given to him.
His own brothers back home would fit right in if they ever took to the biker life instead of farming.
Once the meeting ended, he walked to grab his jacket, watching Hawk leave with his family, Preacher did the same. Grinder hung around with Capone and Juicy stayed in the office with Rider.
It wasn’t always a bloodbath in the MC world, not like people thought, anyway. They had enemies, a lot of fucking enemies it felt like sometimes and the moment one was stopped another stepped in his shoes.
But days like today, normal, regular workdays, Reaper liked.
