Page 38 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

Yeah, and this man was also in a match to the death only… ten minutes ago?

Fuck!

Pulling one of his blades from the dirt, he took a defensive stance once again and tried to visualize the path of his blade.

Fuck. A defensive stance was going to get him killed. He needed to attack.

Blade took a deep breath before throwing the blade directly at his attacker's chest.

The man swatted away the blade as if it were an annoying fly.

The crowd cheered again.

Blade was starting to not like any of these bafoons… all standing around… watching them fight. Like they could do any better.

Fine. He was done playing nice.

He grabbed two more blades from the back of his jeans and whipped them both with as much speed and precision as he could muster.

The objects sailed through the air and landed in the center of the beast’s palms when he attempted to catch the blades with his two bare hands.

Like, who the heck did this guy think he was?

Blade was beginning to think that all the members of the crew had some sort of god complex. First his father, then the ninja assassins, now this superhuman beast-monster?

The man let out a grunt when he realized he had failed to catch the flying blades with his hands and that he had actually been stabbed in the process.

Now was his chance. With the angry beast distracted, Blade lunged at the man, plunging another blade into the unsuspecting man’s chest.

The beast let out a roar.

Blade pulled the steel blade from the man’s chest, then began stabbing him repeatedly, over and over, while the man was still confused as to what was really happening.

Another round of cheering. Some hollered while others threw beer bottles at them. One struck Blade in the back, causing him to momentarily lose focus.

The beast roared, just as his eyes came into focus. He snarled, then punched Blade in the gut, knocking him to the ground, before lunging at him.

The two fought on the ground. Blade stabbed the man in any exposed flesh he could find, while the beast above him threw savage punches at his head and stomach.

Lights flashed across his eyes with each blow to his head.

The beating was savage. Blade had never felt anything like it.

Blood splattered every time Blade pulled out his blade and drove it back into his attacker.

Both of them were covered in blood.

Why won’t he die? Blade thought to himself as he struggled to remain conscious. If he passed out now, his life would be over.

He just needed to hold on a bit longer…

It was at that moment that the ground around them shook. A thunderous roar filled the evening air as if Satan and all his demons were riding in to watch the death match that was underway.

Blade smiled. He loved that sound.

“You’re in for it now,” Blade managed to choke out.

Then it began. Gunfire erupted all around them.

The boys had arrived.

Blade let out a growl as he withdrew his blade and stabbed the beast once more. He had to give it to the beast-man; he could sure take a beating.

Another blow to Blade’s head.

This one caused him to drop his weapon.

Fuck!

He braced himself for another blow that was sure to come. This one would probably kill him. He wished that he had a chance to see Ace’s smiling face just one last time. Kiss his soft lips and tell him that he wanted to marry him.

Yes. With that thought in mind, he could die a happy man.

The beast above him sneered down at him like a hungry lion about to devour its prey.

The beast had won.

One more blow and Blade’s life would be over.

Staring into his killer’s eyes, he gritted his teeth and dared the man to try to end his life.

He wasn’t a coward. He was going to stare death in the face and smile at it.

Blood exploded from the man’s eye socket.

Blade blinked quickly as warm wetness splashed across his face.

The beast above him let out a growl just as another gunshot rang out, causing a spray of blood to shoot out of his throat.

The man fell forward. Lifeless. Crushing Blade beneath all of his dead weight.

“Fuck.” Blade grunted as he struggled to push the heavy man off him.

“Blade!” he heard someone shout from somewhere above.

More gunfire erupted, followed by a series of explosions.

Were they throwing grenades?

Once Blade finally managed to slip out from under the beast’s dead weight, he glanced up toward the voice.

He couldn’t stop the smile that attacked his face.

Ace was standing at the top of the pit, covered in blood and holding an assault rifle across his chest.

The man never looked sexier.

“Blade! Are you alright?” Ace shouted, crouching down at the edge of the pit and sticking out his hand.

Pushing to his feet, Blade grimaced at the pain shooting through his side. His head was fuzzy, and his body ached everywhere.

It was a small price to pay to still be alive.

Blade hobbled to where his love was waiting.

“You saved my ass… again,” Blade said with a loving smirk.

“Your ass is too beautiful to let it go to waste.”

“I’m still not bottoming for you,” Blade responded, extending his arm and taking Ace’s hand.

“Good, because you’re no use to me as a bottom. I’m only after that big dick of yours, after all.”

Blade chuckled. He fucking loved this guy.

Ace pulled with all his might, but unfortunately, Blade’s ass was too heavy to boost him out of the pit all on his own.

“Need a hand?” Caden asked, extending his own and helping Ace hoist their brother out of the pit together.

Ace jumped into Blade’s arms and squeezed his battered body with all his might.

Blade refused to grimace or even flinch. There was no way he was ever ending this hug, even if all his muscles and joints fell off, screaming in pain.

He loved this man too much to ever let him go.

“You boys going to help? Or sit there all day like some Gen Z feelings support group?” Lucas asked, standing behind Caden.

The boy was holding a grenade in his hand with his finger resting on the pin.

Blade looked down at the object.

“Is that?”

Lucas smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

He looked like an overstimulated kid who had been fed nothing but sugar for three days and was left home alone.

“Yup! Nikolai has a contact here that gave us a box of these explody thingys. They’re so much fun! Check this out!” Lucas pulled the pin, then threw the grenade at a group of Cyanyd Kings members huddled behind a rock.

The grenade exploded the moment it came into contact with one of the gangsters’ shoulders.

Arms and heads and blood went flying everywhere. It was one of the nastiest things Blade had ever seen.

“Woo-hoo!” Lucas shouted, jumping up and down while clapping his hands. Thankfully, Caden was now holding the last of the grenades.

The boy really did have issues.

“Here, take this,” Ace said, passing Blade a handgun.

Blade looked at the handgun he had been given, then over at Ace’s assault rifle.

He gave Ace a look.

“Seriously? I didn’t peg you for a size queen,” Ace huffed, handing Blade his assault rifle, then taking back the handgun.

“Thanks, babe. It’s an alpha male ego thing.”

“Just for that, you’re getting two fingers up your ass tonight when we get back to the motel. See how alpha you are when my fingers are milking your prostate,” Ace noted, giving Blade a smirk of his own.

“Looking forward to it.” Blade leaned in and gave his boy a kiss.

“Now it’s time to end this,” Blade growled, taking Ace by the hand and charging toward the group of men firing at his buddies.

The four of them began shooting and throwing grenades.

This was brotherhood at its finest.

Being there for one another.

Committing mass murder.

All in the name of justice and vengeance.

Blade wished he had his blades. He felt naked without them.

He would have to go back and retrieve them from the pit once everything was over. For now, an assault rifle would have to do.

The battle continued for at least another twenty minutes. Men cursing, blood flying, people dying.

Blade snatched up another assault rifle, then emptied a round at two men who were shooting at Nikolai. Nikolai nodded as his attackers fell to the ground, blood spilling from their guts, eyes open and vacant.

A few feet away, Blade watched as the twin assassins sliced a man’s head clear off his shoulders with their swords before turning their attention toward Blade.

They gave him a crooked smile that could only be interpreted as a promise to separate his head from his shoulders.

Blade stood and glared at the twins, daring them to come and try.

Together, they simply smiled before taking a step backward and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Had they decided to run off? Or were they simply moving to a greater vantage point?

Blade scanned the area, watching for any signs that death was coming for him.

Nothing.

Deciding it was safe to take a breather, Blade crouched down behind an overturned oil drum and leaned his back against the once pissing-hot metal. Now the surface was lukewarm, providing just enough heat to feel good against his aching muscles.

“Are you heating your back?” Ace asked, eyes moving between him and the overturned drum.

Blade shrugged. “What? It feels good against my back, and I’m taking a rest from all this fighting. Must I remind you that I was wrestling Goliath before you lazy-asses showed up and decided to give me a hand?”

Ace chuckled.

“By the way, who are all these other guys fighting with us?”

It became clear to Blade that there was another crew helping them fight against the Cyanyd Kings. He wasn’t sure who they were, but the fact that they weren’t shooting at them was proof enough that they were on their side.

“They’re a local crew that Marcus asked to back us up. He figured that we would need more bodies if we were going to take down the entire Cyanyd Kings.”

Marcus had been right. It was thanks to the additional bodies that they were winning this fight.

Behind them, the gunfire died down.

“Is everyone dead?” Blade asked, without looking behind him and over the drum.

Ace shook his head.

“Nope. It looks like Marcus and a bunch of the guys are dragging the big boss to a large open space.”

Okay. Now he was curious.

Ace helped Blade up, and together they walked over to where Marcus was standing, surrounded by members of the Shadow Vipers and the local crew who came to their aid.

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.