Page 31 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

BLADE

H is father was ever the showman. It appeared that even after all these years, the man never lost his flair for the dramatic.

Outside, his father had set up a large spinning wheel to which he tied Blade by his arms and legs. Attached to the wheel, Blade had been stripped of his shirt and pants with a giant red bullseye painted on his chest.

Lighting up the whole fiasco were four large fire-burning oil drums, with several tiki torches set up to provide additional light.

By now, it was around two a.m., and the moon stood high in the night sky.

“I see you’re having some issues letting go of the past. Dried-up has-been like you just can’t admit that he’s no longer a performer.

If memory serves me right, you weren’t a very good one when you were younger either.

I can understand why your boss wants to replace you with a younger, better-looking model,” Blade taunted.

He loved watching his father’s shoulders tense up as he listened to his son spew the truth.

“Still a mouthy little shit, I see.”

“Yeah, well, I hate uncomfortable silences, plus it’s not every day that you get to watch a sad old man trying to relive his glory days. Oh, by chance, do you do children’s parties?”

Letting out a huff, his father walked over to the wheel Blade was tied to and gave the sucker a spin.

Around him, the world flipped upside down; up became down, and light became dark. Fire became a swirling comet.

Eventually, the wheel came to a stop with Blade stuck upside down, staring at his father, who was picking up one of his signature three-inch blades.

“I can’t believe you still have these,” his father said, picking up one of Blade’s own blades and holding it up to the light. “Still sharp, I see.”

“Well, what can I say, they kind of grew on me.”

The blade had been a birthday gift from his father when he was twelve. His father had promised to teach him how to throw the blades once he was old enough.

Blade had begged and begged until finally his father began teaching him how to throw once he turned thirteen.

That had been the happiest day of his life.

“I bet they did,” his father added, whipping the blade at his son without warning.

The steel cut through Blade’s leg like it was warm butter.

Blade had never felt so much pain.

He cried out, cursing and swearing, and counting all the ways in which he was going to murder his father.

He was up to thirteen by the time his old man walked up to the wheel and gave it another spin.

Round and round the world flipped as Blade tried to focus on the figure standing in front of him.

Finally, the Wheel of Death came to a standstill, leaving him dangling on an upside-down forty-five-degree angle.

Blood began to rush to his head as a trickle from the wound in his thigh ran upward.

“Isn’t this nice. A little father-son bonding time,” his father bragged.

“Totally. It’s just too bad that your aim is shit. You completely missed my magic spot. Even with a big red dot, you still can’t find the poor sucker. It’s okay, I guess. I’m sure you’re used to hearing that from the ladies.”

Blade’s father didn’t like that comment at all.

He whipped the next blade at Blade’s head, managing to cut across his cheek and sever part of his ear.

“Stings like a bitch, doesn’t it?”

“You think that’s painful? You should try anal,” Blade shot back, loving the flash of red that shot through his father’s eyes.

Another blade sailed through the sky, this one catching Blade right in the center of his hand.

The pain was excruciating, but there was no fucking way he was giving his father the satisfaction of hearing him cry out in pain.

If these were his final moments, he wanted to live them free of fear and with his balls still attached.

He was fucking Blade!

Master of the blades.

Badass rider of the Vipers, and now, hardcore fucker of Ace.

God, he loved that man.

“Having fun yet?” his father’s voice whispered in his ear as he gave his son another spin.

Nausea began to set in as his blood continued to paint the Wheel of Death.

If this were a sacrifice, this would be the part where the fires burned bright, and the ground opened up beneath him.

He had to hold on. His death was going to last for hours. He wasn’t going to allow his father to end his life so quickly and without excitement and drama.

He could be dramatic too.

The wheel stopped once again with Blade hanging upside down.

Seriously, he should get himself checked out. There was no way that his head should weigh so much more than his meaty man-ass.

Glaring at his father, he watched the man pick up two blades and give them a stroke against each other.

“You know, considering you like to suck dick, I kind of expected more screaming and begging from you.” His father gave him a smirk as if he had just said something deep and hurtful.

Considering his father’s ignorance and level of intelligence, Blade wasn’t surprised that his insults were just as oblivious and small-minded.

“Badasses, like Blade, don’t cry or beg for anyone.”

Blade’s head jerked up at the sound of the mysterious voice.

Next to his father, one of the oil drums exploded, sending fire and debris directly at the smirking man.

His father let out a shout, caught off guard by the fire that burst in his face.

Chaos erupted as five angry bikers jumped out of the darkness, attacking Blade’s father and his hired guns.

Marcus, standing at six feet four, swung a metal chain at Blade’s father, capturing him by the wrist and launching him several feet in the air.

Next to him, Nikolai lunged forward, swinging a bat and nailing one of the hired junkies square across the face.

Blood exploded from the young man’s mouth as his jaw disconnected from his head.

“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.

Warm wetness slid down his bare body.

He didn’t have long. He was most likely going to pass out from exhaustion and blood loss at any moment. He needed to make this perfect.

Feeling the air around him, Blade relaxed his breathing and focused on the grinning target lounging ahead of him.

In one smooth motion, Blade launched all three blades at the man, each one finding its target perfectly.

“Eww, that’s fucking gross!” Ace groaned, staring at Blade’s father, mortified.

“Shit, dude, that’s badass,” Lucas noted, standing next to the bleeding body of the guy Caden was beating.

“That’s how we do it in Russia.” Nikolai nodded.

“Fuck, dude,” Marcus added.

Before them, Blade’s father stood motionless, with a knife in each of his eyes, and one sticking out of his forehead.

His throws were flawlessly executed.

There was no way his father was going to survive those wounds.

Letting out his last breath, Blade’s father fell to his knees, then onto his side.

His empty eyes stared upward as if he was finally noticing the sky for the very first time.

“We gotta get you counseling, dude,” Caden said, slapping Blade on the side of his arm and quickly catching Blade as his body fell forward.

Yup. It was time for a hospital.