Page 36 of Hidden Desires
People all joined in singing as Ace jumped around the stage calling on all “raining men”!
It was in that moment that Blade and Caden jumped out from behind the curtain and began dancing alongside Ace on stage.
The audience lost it.
They cheered, they whistled, and they began clawing at the stage.
Their favorite twink was being gyrated by two hunky bikers, both shirtless, covered in tattoos, and grinding up against a shocked Ace.
Blade grabbed Ace by the hips and bent him over, simulating fucking him deep from behind.
Ace began laughing and screeching as he lost all control on stage.
The bar exploded with cheers.
On the other end, Caden grabbed Ace by the hair and began face fucking the air around his mouth.
Both Caden and Blade raised an arm and began fist-pumping the air as they conquered their boy on stage.
The crowd cheered like nothing Blade had ever heard in his entire life.
Judging by the huge smile on Ace’s face and the laughter spilling from his gut, Ace was loving every second of his prank.
He knew he would.
From the corner of Blade’s eye, he spotted Ace’s date, who didn’t look quite as impressed that his date was being manhandled by two sweaty beefcakes during his karaoke performance.
Fuck him. He wasn’t family.
He wasn’t Ace.
He fucking loved playing with Ace.
The pack had been on the road for just over twelve hours. They would be arriving in Nevada at any time. While the GPS might anticipate a travel time of approximately eleven hours, it clearly had never traveled with a pack of bikers.
They stopped for food, to take a piss, chat with locals, even take a few selfies with horny women and a few curious guys.
Blade didn’t mind. He loved riding on the open road with the wind against his face and his brothers at his side.
The Shadow Vipers were his family now. He loved them and trusted that they would always have his back. Not like his real family.
As they passed the broken-down diners and abandoned motels, Blade thought about his own past. When he had run off from the circus—or should he say, when his father kicked him out of their home—he had spent the next six months living on the streets, making his own shelters and relying on the charity of others for a warm meal and occasionally a roof over his head.
Yes, he occasionally did things he wasn’t proud of to earn money and even stole cash from an elderly woman’s purse when she wasn’t looking. It wasn’t that he enjoyed doing those sorts of things; he did them in order to survive.
Seeing all the abandoned homes and businesses, he wondered about their histories.
Did their owners also do everything possible to keep their businesses alive?
Did they have to make morally gray decisions in the hopes that everything would turn out well in the end?
Clearly, they had not.
After living on the streets for about seven months, Blade was getting desperate and angry. Each day was a struggle, and each night seemed worse than the last. It was then that he met Rico, the leader of one of the local LA Mexican drug cartels. The man had heard of Blade’s talents with a knife and hired him to work as a collector for his crew. His job was simple: find people who owed the cartel money and… convince them to pay up. Those who refused or couldn’t clear their debt… were… well… they decided to take an extended vacation that included a long swim at the bottom of the ocean.
It was during one of thesediscussionsthat Marcus first met Blade. Marcus and his former boss at the time had stopped by to deliver some merchandise that Rico had ordered from the crew.
“Well, now what do we have going on over here?” Marcus asked, approaching Blade as he was mid-throw.
