Page 107 of Hidden Desires
The leader of the Cyanyd Kings was kneeling in the center of the group, while Marcus and Chester stood right in front of him.
Blade and Ace stepped up next to Nikolai and waited for the execution to begin.
“Do you recognize this man?” Marcus asked, nodding toward Chester.
“Looks like another old gringo to me,” Raz sneered, clearly not concerned that his life was about to end.
“You had this man’s son killed about two weeks ago,” Marcus noted, placing his hand on Chester’s shoulder.
“I’ve had a lot of people’s sons killed. That’s what happens when you owe me money or you piss me off. Your son is no more special than any one of the others.”
Blade wanted to step forward and beat the man’s face in. To be so cavalier about someone’s life just really pissed him off.
“You’re wrong there. This man’s son, Steven, had a whole crew of bikers standing behind him. We’re here now to get Steven justice.” Marcus passed a gun to Chester.
They all watched as the former Shadow Viper member raised the gun and aimed it at the leader of the Cyanyd Kings’s head.
Silence fell across the group as all eyes watched the grieving father get justice for his murdered son.
No one flinched as a single shot was fired, landing perfectly in the center of the target’s head.
The leader of the Cyanyd Kings slumped forward, dead in the dirt before him.
Marcus moved closer and wrapped his arms around his comrade’s shaking body.
Blade couldn’t imagine the pain of losing a child. He could only do what he could to help them get through their pain and suffering.
Caden and Nikolai stepped forward, placing their hands on their brother’s shoulders.
One by one, they all joined in this ritual. Showing their support and love for one of their own.
33
ACE
The following night, the Death Cruisers Motorcycle Club invited the Shadow Vipers to come and party with them at their favorite club. It was a leather bar that catered to the biker community and those who loved and supported them.
Walking into the club surrounded by his brother and the rest of the crew, Ace felt like a celebrity walking the red carpet.
All eyes turned when the group of beefy bikers walked into the bar and then headed up to the VIP section.
This wasn’t the norm for them. Typically, the crew would party in dive bars with poor lighting and sticky floors. But tonight, they were being wined by the Death Cruisers, the local biker club who were happy that the Shadow Vipers helped them get rid of the Cyanyd Kings once and for all.
The Cyanyd Kings had been steadily gaining power and influence over the past few years and were slowly encroaching on their territory.
The Death Cruisers had tried their best to dispose of the crew, but it had proven quite difficult, especially giventheir dagger-throwing enforcer. Not many survived face-to-face encounters with Blade’s father.
Happily enough, that was no longer the case.
“Welcome!” Bradly, the leader of the club, shouted as Marcus and the crew entered the roped-off VIP section.
“This is quite the digs you got going on here,” Marcus said, shaking Bradly’s hand, then taking a seat on the sofa right next to him. “I take it you own the place?”
Bradly nodded. “You always need a place to launder your money, and what better place than a bar or a club?”
Throughout the club, rock music blasted as male and female dancers danced in cages, dressed in the skimpiest little leather outfits known to man. Black, red, and purple seemed to be the color scheme of the club, including the leather outfits worn by its dancers.
“I see you cater to all tastes here,” Marcus added, nodding toward one of the shirtless male dancers wearing nothing more than tight leather shorts and a spiked harness across his chest. The bulging package in his shorts told admirers that he was all primed and ready to go.
