Chapter 3-Stay Calm

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Mike Warren's POV

"Hey." Paige says to me, Rachel trailing behind her.

"Hey..." I reply. I look at Rachel. "Any knives?"

"Not this time. But sleep with on eye open." She says, mimicking slicing a throat. I chuckle. Paige's phone starts ringing.

"Hola." She says. "No. No. Si. Señor... Yo..." She sighs. "Hasta luego..." Both Rachel and I questionably look at Paige. "Sorry. Can't go shopping or eat with you guys tonight.... I have a case." And with that, she rolls her eyes and leaves.

"Wanna go to the supermarket?" Rachel asks me.

"Is that your idea of a fun Saturday night?"

"Well, you get to eat my amazing cooking..."

"Let's go, than." I say, making her smile. She thanks me and I drive us to the Whole Foods down the road.

Paul Briggs's POV

"Where's Rachel?" I ask, strolling into the kitchen. Johnny 'melodiously' answers me.

"She and Mike went shopping. Because she's cooking."

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"Johnny, Charlie..." Rachel says, greeting almost everyone else but me. Boy, I pissed her off.

"Play nice." Mike says. She laughs. When did they become besties? Last I knew Mike was scared of her and Rachel didn't want a newbie. Stay calm, Paul. Mike has a girlfriend.

Okay, yeah, I sort of have feelings for Rachel. She's the only one who's ever compared to Lisa, who was killed a long time ago in a house fire. She just lights up a room.

Rachel unloads her shopping bags and takes out pots and pans of some sort, and starts cooking.

"I smell Fajoli." Charlie says, walking back into the kitchen.

"Your nostrils work. Congratulations!" Rachel says, smiling.

Charlie DeMarco's POV

AHH how I missed Rachel's cooking. I only cook once every six months. Sauce, of course.

"CHARLIIIIE!!" DJ screams.

"What is it, dear?" I ask scarcastically, making Rachel snicker as she adds basil leaves.

"I need you to make a tattoo for me." he says, walking down the stairs. He obviously catches sight of Rachel. "Well I'll be... If it isn't Miss Broadway herself."

"Hey, Jakes." Rachel says. He runs behind her and picks her up, kissing her head. "You're lucky you didn't do that a second ago or hot soup would be in your dreads." He laughs, and we go and work on his tats.

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