Page 83 of Resurfaced Passion

Okay, so his wife was a landmine she knew she’d have to tread carefully around.

Naked on his lap, she curled in and tucked her hands against his bare chest, she stroked one around his ribs, almost as if she were introducing herself to his wife by placing her hand on that prevalent tattoo.

I’ll take good care of him.

“This was Tiny’s room.” Reaper broke the silence; his hand stopped the motion on her hip. “Didn’t realize.”

“Who is that?”

“Tiny. He died a few years back.” He murmured. Pressing his lips to Paige’s temple. “First patched boy we lost since I’ve been a member. It was a rough time. Couldn’t say I knew the boy all that well, but he was a good kid. Huge but gentle.”

Paige cuddled his waist. “You liked him.”

“Yeah.”

“We probably shouldn’t have done what we just did in here, if this is his room.” She winced a little. What a way to desecrate someone’s memory, she thought.

But Reaper grinned and held her tighter, his long fingers curled around her hip sending heat to her nether regions. “Nah, he would have loved his room getting some action.”

Whatever he insisted; she was still going to get back into her clothes asap.

Just as soon as she cuddled him a few minutes more.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“Job done.” - Juicy

A bike rumbled through the gates the following afternoon just as Reaper was calling quits on work. He turned to see it was Juicy, so he waited for the younger guy to park up and head on over before heading in for church.

“Hey, Reaper man.” He slapped the other guy’s hand. “How’s it going?”

“Good. You just getting back?”

“Yeah, man. Fucking exhausted, my ass feels like it’s been ridden hard.”

They walked in together but split off once they were inside.

Juicy was more sociable and went around the room slapping hands.

Reaper found a seat at the bar and faced out into the room.

Most everyone was here for the meeting.

What he noted though, as he did most days now since the boys old ladies were added to the mix was; there were a lot of kids around. On one couch sat the boss holding his new son, Knox. He had a mop of dark hair like the prez. Next to Rider was Z-girl, watching the small toddler on the floor, her hair almost as white as Zara’s in two little pigtails on top of her head, she was playing with a doll in one hand and a replica Harley in the other. He smiled to himself watching that baby girl run over the doll with the bike.

Across from them was Preacher throwing Seb into the air, the kid going nuts laughing. His baby son slept soundly in Ruby’s arms. Now that he thought about it he needed to book a time with her to get a new tattoo soon.

Then there was Gia. It must mean Hawk needed her close for his own peace of mind. It was the VP who was cuddling his quiet daughter in his arms, the pair looking at each other seemed to be having a silent conversation between father and daughter.

Across the room was Winter in the arms of Snake while he stood talking to Lawless and Tag. She was due to give birth soon enough.

This time two years ago there wasn’t one kid in the MC, not little anyway, a few teen hangarounds hoping to get taken on as a prospect one day, but that was about it.

Reaper felt the squeeze deep in his chest. His own kid would have already been coming up five and unless he wanted to fall into the past and drown there he had to push those thoughts aside. He was happy for the guys; happy they all had their slice of good, he even liked the kids. It changed the club, as Rider would say, shit was evolving. Give it twenty-thirty years, he was probably looking at the next in line for the MC gavel in Rider’s arms. Knox had big shoes to fill.

“Okay, ladies. Church.” Announced Rider. All the men stomped off towards their meeting room.

Once behind the double doors, Rider in his prez’s seat, he turned cool eyes to Juicy who hovered where he’d been told to stand. He had both hands in his front pockets, his razor trimmed mohawk scraped back by his fingers. Reaper noted though how shrewd the boy’s eyes were sweeping from the prez to the VP.

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