Page 91 of Hidden Desires
“You’re more than just a great dick, B,” Ace whispered, slowly pulling away from Blade. “You’re the one man I truly feel like myself around.”
Blade took Ace’s hand once again and pulled him down until their lips touched one more time.
“Don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I love you, Ace.”
Staring up into Ace’s hopeful eyes, he knew that his heart did not belong to himself anymore. His heart now belonged to the mouthy little shit standing over him.God, he loved this man.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, stud,” Ace said, grabbing his wallet and keys from the windowsill and waving at Blade from just outside the hospital room door.
Sitting alone in the room, Blade kind of missed the craziness and madness of having a room full of bodies. A room full of people who cared for and enjoyed being with him. He was a lucky man.
He had a guy who loved him, a leader who looked out for him, and a band of brothers and sisters who stood by him. What more could he ask for?
“Well, for someone who went up against the Demon Blade Thrower, I was kind of expecting fewer body parts and more bleeding,” a voice said from the doorway.
Blade’s head jerked up at the sudden intrusion.
Filling the space in front of the door was a scary-looking dude with a tattoo that ran across his shaved head and down the side of his face.
He definitely wasn’t a nurse.
“You should have seen me the first night,” Blade decided to respond. He wasn’t quite sure who he was talking to, but he had a sneaking suspicion.
“Are you going to tell me where you buried the body?” the man asked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning up against the doorframe.
Blade shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The man nodded his head as if he understood, then entered the room uninvited.
“Rumor has it that you wish to have a meeting with the boss,” the man said, crossing the room and stopping next to Blade’s bed.
Blade lay comfortably in bed, shirtless, wearing little more than hospital scrubs that Caden snagged for him. There was no way he was going to wear one of those robes that left his ass on full display.
His manly jiggle-butt was for one man’s eyes only.
“Word is that your boss wants to offer me a job.”
“Hmm, that might be the case.” The man reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He placed the note down on Blade’s chest, then headed toward the door.
“Be there in two days. Should give you some time to recover and get discharged from this damn place.”
With that, the man disappeared into the hallway.
Still watching the door, Blade unfolded the note and stared at the address.
Phase one of their plan was complete.
He leaned over on the bed and picked up his cell phone from the small table beside him. He punched in Marcus’s number, then held the phone up to his ear.
“He sent one of his men. Meetings in two days,” Blade instructed.
“Perfect,” Marcus responded. “I’ll get things set up on our end. See you tomorrow, bud.”
Blade ended the call, then glanced at the piece of paper one last time.
Two days.
This was what they had come to do—get justice for one of their brothers.
