Page 5 of Hidden Desires
Red Angel chuckled.
“It looks like you idiots forgot you were outnumbered.”
Ace glanced around the room. There were four members in total standing behind them, pointing their guns at Ace and Caden.
“Now, you have two choices. Either leave here with your tail between your legs and never return, or stay and have your heads blown off,” the newbie gangster listed, giving Ace a confident stare.
“You forgot option three,” Ace said, smiling back as two of the men behind him let out a cry of pain.
Red Angel glanced over Ace’s shoulder as two of his men writhed around on the floor in agony. Sticking out of their thighs were two seven-inch steel daggers, each surrounded by deep red pools that were quickly spreading.
Gunfire erupted as the two remaining crew members fired blindly into the dark corners of the facility, hoping to kill whoever it was that had thrown a knife at their comrades.
Caden grabbed Ace and pulled him back behind a concrete pillar.
“You missed me!” Blade’s voice called out as he taunted the men from the shadows. “Come on. Give it your best shot. Who’s going to try to hit the big bad wolf?”
Ace gave Caden a roll of his eyes. He found it both funny and annoying when Blade went all playful-psycho when hunting his prey. Why couldn’t the man just use a gun to shoot his enemies like everyone else?
No. Instead, the man, formally known as Blade, insisted on using his knives and daggers to stab, run through, and maim all those who had wronged him—or in this case—tried to rip off the biker crew he worked for.
More gunfire erupted.
“Nope. Still missed.”
“Blade!” Ace shouted, starting to get annoyed and wanting to get the fuck out of there. “Just end them so that we can get the fuck out of here!”
“Argh. You’re no fun,” Blade huffed, somewhere off to Ace’s left.
Another round of shots rang out.
“Over there!” someone shouted, cocking their gun once more before letting out a cry of pain and dropping it.
Hearing all the bad men fall one by one was like listening to a famous symphony build to its finale. You know it’s coming, and your heart starts racing.
Another cry of pain. This one much closer.
Ace peeked around the corner and watched as Red Angel struggled to free his hand from a wooden beam. He grunted and growled as he tried his damndest to pull out the thin silver blade that jutted out of the center of his hand.
Blade’s knife-throwing skills were unreal.
Light glimmered off the steel object as the lightbulb overhead gently swayed back and forth.
“Did you guys get what you came for?” Blade’s voice made Ace and Caden jump. “That was a pretty fucked-up double cross.”
“Argh,” Ace growled, rolling his eyes at Blade. He stood up, then walked past him, heading toward Red Angel. He stopped two feet from the tattooed gangster. “One last chance. Do you have our money?”
The man shook his head.
“Fine,” Ace growled. He turned and glared at Caden and Blade. “Pack her up, boys. The merch is coming back with us.”
Caden huffed as Blade pulled one of his daggers free from a sobbing gangster who had tried to shoot him earlier. The kid didn’t look any older than twenty.
“I’ll be taking this back,” Blade noted, kicking a gun away as he bent down and yanked another one of his knives out of the second injured man. “These babies are expensive.”
Wiping the blood off his daggers with the back of his jeans, he slid the weapons back into his belt.
“You’re dead,” Red Angel snarled behind Ace’s back. Ace turned around and scowled at the bleeding asshole.
