Page 87 of Hidden Desires
“Blade!” Ace shouted, running through all the chaos, oblivious to the dangers around him.
He dropped to his knees the moment he reached Blade and began kissing him.
“Are you alright?”
An excited sense of relief fell over Blade as he took in the gorgeous sight of the man he had fallen for. How long had he been secretly in love with Ace and not even realized it?
“Well, considering all the blood is now rushing to my dick, I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded,” Blade confessed, trying to give Ace his horniest man smirk.
To be honest, the loss of blood was starting to get to him. Plus, hanging upside down wasn’t helping much either.
“Word of advice, don’t drop to your knees in front of me when I’m bleeding from every orifice. I kind of need my blood around my vital organs.”
“Oh!” Ace shouted, suddenly realizing he was only focused on kissing Blade’s face and not helping the man down from his murder wheel.
Gunfire erupted behind them. A quick glance over Ace’s shoulder showed Lucas chasing a man around an oil drum, shooting a gun that Blade could only assume belonged to Cade.
“Get your ass back here, you piece of shit. I’ll teach you to kidnap my best friend and hurt his sex toy.”
“Hey!” Blade barked at Lucas, not really sure how he liked being referred to as “Ace’s sex toy.” In a way, it was kind of hot, being at Ace’s beck and call whenever his ass was horny or his dick needed milking.
Pain shot through Blade’s side as a blade suddenly entered his stomach.
“Fuck!” Blade shouted, glancing up and locking eyes with his deranged father.
The man was leaning against a large cooler that had likely been left out to keep drinks cold during the day.
Marcus was busy pounding the shit out of some guy, with Nikolai cheering him on.
Hey, they were bikers. They weren’t professional assassins or high-class fighters. They had their fists and weapons, and caveman-like skills.
“Oh my god, Blade! You’ve got knives… sticking out of you!” Ace shouted. He sounded confused, as if seeing the foreign objects for the first time. The guy really was razor-focused when it came to Blade’s lips and, apparently, his sex-toy-like body.
“I know. Help me down.”
Ace turned the wheel so that Blade was finally right side up. He untied the last of Blade’s ropes and watched as the weight of Blade’s meaty body fell to the ground with a thud.
Dirt flew up around them.
“Shit! Sorry! Are you okay?” Ace asked, wrapping his hands around Blade’s face in a loving embrace.
Another stab of pain.
“Fuck!” Blade shouted, rage spilling over him.
He glanced up and locked eyes with his smirking father, who looked like he was moments away from death himself.
Whoever had gotten their hands on his father first—most likely Marcus—had beaten the man from within inches of his life. Knowing Marcus, he probably stopped beating the man, thinking the dude was dead.
But cockroaches don’t die that easily. They keep coming back for more.
“Excuse me, babe. My pops and I need to finish our chat.” Blade pulled himself up, leaning against the murder wheel for support.
His father took a step forward and chuckled. “It’s about time I saw you man up and take action.”
From his periphery, he watched Caden kick the shit out of a man who was lying on the ground in the fetal position. Blood was leaking from the man’s bare back, and a piece of the man’s ear seemed to be missing.
“Hey, Pops! I got a new finishing move I’ve been dying to show you,” Blade shouted, yanking two of the knives from his thighs and the one from his stomach.
