Page 162 of Resurfaced Passion

That always, always persisted.

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“I know you.” – Paige Renner

Who knew a wedding didn’t really belong to the groom.

At all. Not even a little fucking bit.

Reaper hadn’t. Not until his woman and all her gaggle of girl-friends educated him when he tried to have one little piece of input about how many people descended on the day.

He was asked his opinion on colors of napkins—did that matter? Apparently so. He was asked if he wanted steak or fish, but what counted most to Reaper? Was how happy Paige was doing all those nuisance details.

If she was happy, he was ecstatic, so he drove her around, and held her overstuffed purse while she registered them for plates or whatever they’d done in Bloomingdales for sixty-seven hours or thereabouts.

The wedding grew and grew until by the main event arrived there was a big-fucking-marquee out in the compound grounds facing the mountains with a bunch of fancy-ass tables and chairs covered in white cloth, flowers and bows everywhere, enough to hold two hundred people.

A knock on the door in his old room brought Reaper’s head around. He’d been lost in thought for too long just leaning against the windowsill in his gray suit and tie. “Yeah?”

Hawk cranked the door open and he frowned at the VP. There was no order of business today, so he wondered what Hawk needed, seeing as how the VP wasn’t the type to hang out with Reaper.

“Gia said your old lady wants to see you.”

Instant panic worked into his sternum and he pushed off from the windowsill with speed “What? Is something wrong?”

Last night was the first night in months they’d spent apart. All his ladybug’s idea, something to do with tradition of not seeing the bride until she was standing at the altar. Wanting to give Paige the wedding of her dreams, something he couldn’t do the first time around, he’d have agreed to anything, even if he did sleep for shit because he missed her curled over his chest.

Not going to sleep with her body pressed into his or getting a goodnight kiss fucked with his head. The quicker he got them remarried the better.

But it couldn’t be good if Paige was breaking her own rules by asking to see him. He followed the VP out into the hall, hands pushed deep into his tailored pants pockets.

At the door he turned to Hawk. “Do you think she’s changed her mind?”

They’d been to hell and back it felt like these past months, it wasn’t easy to get Paige to a place of peace again, not with the pending charges against her. Thankfully they had a shit-hot lawyer who knew how to grease the right hands in the DA’s office and a month after her father’s arrest, Paige was told her involvement in his case was now over as long as she testified and hung her father out to dry, no charges brought against her.

Had it gone the wrong way he already had fake ID’s ready and a place in the Utah chapter to lay low for a while.

As for her cock of a father. No one knew beside Rider and the crooked guard at the county jail who had a pocketful of bribe money, that Reaper paid Sargent a visit three days after he was locked up awaiting sentencing.

The old man nearly shit himself when he saw Reaper stride through the visitors room. Knowing he only had three minutes tops while the guard turned off the cameras, he got to his message real damn quick and beat the fuck out of that guy, leaving him in a broken mess sprawled across the visitors table and Reaper’s face twisted into a smug smirk.

At the door, before he saw his father in law for the last time, he warned. “Pray, you motherfucker.”

He spat blood and teeth out onto the floor. “W-what the fuck you talkin’ about?”

“It’s all you can do now. Because one day, when you least expect it, you’re gonna come to a timely end, Sargent. You won’t see it coming, so I want you to know now, that gift is from me. TheSoulscan reach you anywhere even solitary confinement. Sleep easy, you fucking cockroach. You’ve hurt my wife for the very last time.”

He never told Paige of that visit; he wouldn’t give her a seconds worth of worry ever again.

Love struck him that long-ago day in Tennessee, and he wasn’t giving it up, ever.

“Maybe.” The VP answered him, smirking just to put the fear of God in Reaper. “You know what I did on my wedding day?” Reaper arched a brow waiting for the answer. “I did anything my Gia said. Today is for your old lady, what comes tomorrow is yours, brother.” As Hawk strolled off down the corridor in the opposite direction to which Reaper needed to go, the VP turned his head and smirked again. “Your bike is out front, if you need a quick getaway.”Fucker. Reaper chuckled and watched his furred sidekick running alongside Hawk. His pup wore a bow around its neck and still looked like a badass next to her master.

He was outside Paige’s room in seconds. He knocked and waited. It was Winter who answered. She was smiling so he took it as a good sign.

She patted his arm. “She’s inside, go in. I’m going to find that hubby of mine.”

Snake was probably dealing with his hangover like most of the boys were doing. They had one helluva party for him last night. Reaper had fun but didn’t drink to excess, he wanted to be clear headed today.

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