Page 73 of Hidden Desires
“If Marcus hasn’t killed Ace, can we go back to the room and finish our…” Caden shouted before cutting himself off.
“Yoga session?” Ace asked, shouting out into the open door.
“Kinky sex game?” Marcus tried.
“I hate you both,” Lucas whispered, before turning to exit the motel room.
“You told them?” Caden asked once Lucas was within earshot.
“They saw me run out in that teddy bear onesie that you bought me. Of course they asked me about your freaky sex fetishes,” Lucas responded, teasing his boyfriend, most likely hoping to illicit a reaction once they were alone in their bedroom.
Ace and Marcus chuckled.
“Blade. Phone. Apologize,” Ace said back to his brother.
It was early in the evening when Ace finally headed back to his room. The guys had all decided to go out for some pizza, but Ace wanted to hang back instead.
They had been trying to reach Blade all afternoon, but the man’s cell phone kept going straight to voicemail.
The man was hurt. Probably out drowning his sorrows somewhere, and Ace wanted nothing more than to find him and cuddle him in his arms.
He had decided to take a walk to try and clear his head. It didn’t work. All it did was remind him that he was alone and thatthe love of his life was sitting around somewhere, thinking that no one loved him.
It broke his heart.
They needed to find him.
Marcus passed on dinner as well. Instead, he decided to go for a ride to clear his head. The man was stubborn. Part of him hated any man who put his hands on his little bro, and add to that the fact that the guy doing the touching just so happened to also be one of his friends. It was all too much for Marcus to take in.
Pissed and worried, Ace returned to his room.
He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and tried Blade’s number once again.
Nothing. It went right to voicemail.
“Fuck,” Ace huffed, tossing his phone down on the bed. What was he going to do?
He walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, and closed the door behind him.
Glancing at the mirror, Ace nearly jumped out of his skin when his eyes landed on the man standing behind him in the shower. The man grinned at him before leaping out and throwing a cloth over his mouth.
Ace tried to scream, but was muffled by the cloth pressed firmly against his face. He kicked and struggled, terrified that the man was going to kill him and his crew.
A sweet, fruity smell filled his nostrils.
The room around him went fuzzy, and his legs beneath him began to buckle.
Chloroform.
He was being taken.
A moment later, the world around him went dark.
23
BLADE
Staring into the bottom of the glass, Blade wondered if it was a metaphor for his life. All the joyous liquid had been drained from it. Now all that was left was a sad, empty glass… much like his life.
