Page 30 of Resurfaced Passion

“I kick little boys asses who don’t know when to keep their traps shut.”

“See that, kid?” Snake said throwing his arm around Juicy’s shoulder. “My boy got good shit to say when he finally speaks, better listen, I’ve seen him throw down. They fight like wildcats from New Zealand.”

The night went on.

Tag fought like he was from New Zealand. His face busted, his body weary, it went round after round, the crowd baying for more, money changed so many hands. But in the end their boy was victorious, even if he needed help out of the cage, that rabid bastard was smiling with his unrecognizable face gushing the red stuff.

“How the fuck did they get in?” Snake hissed when they were ready to take off. Capone came to stand at his side, Reaper joined both of them and they collectively watched three Russians mingling in the dwindling crowd.

No one had noticed them until now, so they had no idea how long they’d been here.

It was just another night for the RS boys. Cleaning up the shit in their town.

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Lucie came back behind the counter and grinned. “He said he wants you to serve him.”

Paige huffed, avoided looking over. Who did he think he was, the King of Brunei?…Sultan? Whatever it was, she was too mad to be correct.

“He actually spoke?”

Lucie nodded enthusiastically, a little starry eyed. She’d said on more than one occasion how sexy she thought Reaper was. Paige liked her little work girl, so she didn’t dip her head in the custard.

“Yeah! With actual words from those gorgeous lips. I nearly fainted.Tell Paige she can serve me.Just like that.”

Eyes blazing she glared over. He was watching her, his face unreadable. “Well, of all the cheek,” she muttered. He thought he could ignore her … by not coming into the diner … for three damn days and then expect her to prance over with her smile and pad out ready to do his bidding?

Think again, buddy.

She went about refilling the coffee pots first. And then she served big Harry his breakfast and then she checked the number of pies slices they had left and all the time she was fully aware of amber eyes following her each time she walked up and down behind the counter.

Her heart knew, it was banging hard.

“Oh for god’s sake, go serve the man, he’s waiting for you.” Lucie laughed and shoved the pad and pen in Paige’s hands. “You know you want to. I can’t stand the tension between you two anymore.”

Insightful kid, but she didn’t have the first clue what was going on between her and Reaper because Paige herself didn’t know either.

Instead of going over to his table she tossed the pad down and walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later she came out carrying a plate, cutlery in her other hand with a cup of steaming coffee.

She thought about hurling it across the diner but placed it down with a loud thud in front of him. She’d bypassed their funny little exchange where she asked what he wanted, and he told her to bring him what she thought he wanted. Every day it made her laugh and feel special.

She wasn’t feeling particularly funny or special as he canted his head to the side, first to look at the loaded breakfast omelet she’d brought him and then up at her.

She was blasted by his soft eyes.

“Thank you, it looks great.”

Paige placed his coffee and cutlery, with less force this time, on the side of the plate. “Will that be all?”

“You’re mad.”

No shit, Sherlock.

She glared, eyes narrowed, trying to ignore the flourishing heat his unwavering glance caused her to experience.

“You can call Lucie over when you want a refill.”

“Paige…”

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