Page 60 of Resurfaced Passion
She could only bob her head. Sure everyone knew what they’d been doing, she kept her head down when she got back behind the counter.
Catching Reaper’s eye on his way out, he stood by the door. “Hey, Paige?”
She gulped. “Yeah?”
“You good?”
Her smile flourished. What was it about him asking her that question that filled her with warmth? She nodded. “I am.”
He winked and left.
Paige was useless for the rest of the day.
Completely, totally, useless for anything other than thinking of what would happen tonight.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“The fox stepped into the hen house.” – Juicy
“What kind of fucking shit show do you think I’m running here?” Spittle flew out of Rex’s mouth, his face mottled red, un-fucking-amused to say the least.
Not surprising since he was furious.
Absolutely livid was his default setting lately.
He rose his booted foot and brought it down hard on the blubbing man laid prone on the floor bleeding all over his rug. “Do you think I pay you to jerk off? Think I give a good goddamn to hold your cocksucking hand when you fuck up and can’t do the simplest task?” Another kick, the man was doubled over, blood oozing out of every hole in his face and Rex could give a fuck if he died right there on the rug his great aunt on his mother’s side gifted on his wedding day, specially made from some fucking backward country. His old lady loved it. And he gave about as many fucks to her opinion anyway.
Off to the side his two sons winced.
Though he’d tried and failed to raise them in the MC world, the pair of them were fucking pussies and a disgrace to his name.
“Dad, maybe you wanna let up now.” His oldest said. He’d spent five years in the MC before Rex was ousted and at one time had ideas of turning the gavel over to him one day. Only his son was a fucking disappointment. The first time his eldest boy shot a guy, he puked for hours and then cried to his mama. Now they both co-managed the dealership just to keep them out of Rex’s hair. It certainly wasn’t pride in his flesh and blood. Say what he will about Rider, but that boy at least bleeds for his MC.
He turned a look on his son and watched his face blanche. Yeah, he knew he was overstepping.
“Maybe you wanna shut that damn mouth of yours.”
He shut his mouth.
Giving a nasty stare to the slop on the floor, he rounded his big desk and put his weight into the chair. He felt every one of his seventy-six years. Not that he’d let his tiredness show to any man, least of all the four in his home office. His two sons and two of his loyal boys who’d stuck with him through all the trouble with Rider.
“Get the useless fucker off my floor and deal with it elsewhere.” Kill him, is what he was saying. Reuben was a two-bit dealer who’d been skimming off the top, not pushing the product as hard as he should and generally being a lazy fucking cunt. He was no use to Rex if he couldn’t do what he was paid for. Expendable men were ten a penny and he watched emotionless as one of his employees dragged the unconscious man from the room.
“Now.” he faced his younger son. The pair had interrupted his meeting and for that alone he’d made them stay in the room while he dealt with Reuben. His younger boy was pale, looking about to chuck up his steak. “What was so urgent you needed a meeting?”
Some would think it odd that his sons scheduled time to see him when any other kid would just charge in like selfish, entitled little pricks. Rex had always been a strict disciplinarian, and he’d taught them with hard lessons that their mistakes would come with consequences.
“It’s about the dealership.” He started, a tick in his jaw indicated to Rex it wasn’t good news he was bringing. “Someone has been undercutting us for weeks now. We lost that contract from Kennings last month.” Rex’s own jaw tightened. It was the first he was hearing about it and his son realized his blunder when his face reddened. “I sorted it though, dad. Anyway. We had the contract with Bills garage for the chop and rebuilds. Out of nowhere he backed out, so I goes down there, and he made it seem as if he’d gotten a better offer … From Colorado. It’s Rider, dad, has to be. He’s the only one who would have that kind of sway. He’s nearly wiped out our stock.” He rushed on, almost as if he thought it would appease Rex to heap more bullshit on top. “I’ve had meetings all day with new suppliers and they say the same, someone from Colorado can and will undercut us. Any lower and we’d be paying them.”
Rider. His shrewd but fucking annoying nephew. The thorn in Rex’s side. The man who’d taken everything that meant something from Rex and made him feel less than a man.
“Get out,” he grated low through his clenched teeth several minutes later. It took all of his control not to strike the mama’s boy until the stupid fell out.
His boy might be dumb as a post, but he got gone almost leaving skid marks on the floor. No doubt going through the house to be consoled by his equally dumb wife.
“We can fix this.” His eldest said. The washed-out look on his face said otherwise.
There was no fixing if Rider was interfering in his business.
