29. Cameron
CAMERON
“Cam!”
The shrill voice of Satan called out from somewhere in the darkness.
Cameron groaned.
His head was throbbing, and his jaw felt like it was cracked in a million pieces.
“Cameron! Dumbass! Wake the hell up!”
This time, he recognized the fucking annoying voice.
Ace.
Did he not know that it was rude to wake people up when they were trying to sleep? Like seriously. What the fuck, dude?
“Okay, I give you permission to stick your dick in his mouth and wake him.”
Cameron’s eyes flew open.
“Well, that got his attention,” he heard Ace say from somewhere on his left.
Cameron turned his head to the smiling faces of Blade, Lucas, and Marcus, all chuckling or smirking, depending on which way you looked at it.
“Should I still stick my dick in his mouth?” Blade asked, reaching for his zipper.
“Only if you want me to cut it off and feed it to a family of scorpions,” Ace answered, giving his husband a “what the fuck?” look.
Blade chuckled. “I was only joking,” he defended, although with the way he was acting, Cameron wasn’t quite sure.
“What’s going on?” Cameron asked, sitting up on the couch.
“A neighbor walked by and found you passed out on the driveway. They gave Marcus a call. We just got here ourselves.” Ace looked around the living room. “Everything appears in order. Where’s Bash?”
Cameron’s eyes went wide.
Bash!
He bolted up from the couch and immediately regretted his decision. Nausea passed over him, and he swayed for a moment where he stood.
“Wow, sit down, bud. You’re looking a little green,” Ace suggested.
Cameron lowered himself back down on the sofa.
“They took him. A bunch of guys showed up at the house, attacked us, and threw him in a van. We’ve got to rescue him!” Cameron snapped.
Ace glanced at Marcus, who seemed to share their own psychic conversation.
Marcus nodded.
Ace pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, then began scrolling through his apps.
Curious, Cameron stood up and walked over to where Ace was searching through something on his phone.
“It looks like he is out on a ranch about an hour west of here,” Ace said, glancing up at Marcus.
Blade looked over at Ace and asked, “Now, how the fuck do you know that?”
Cameron could see the map and the little red dot on Ace’s phone, indicating where Basher was currently stopped.
“Well, ever since you ran off and then got kidnapped by… he who shall not be named, Marcus and I both agreed that it would be safer for all of us if I added all your locations to my cell phone. This way, if anyone goes missing, we can easily track where you are at any given moment.” Ace gestured down at his cell phone. “Case in point.”
Blade’s mouth dropped open. “So you can track where we are at any moment of the day?”
Ace smirked at him and nodded. “Like when you said you were going to the gym but then came home with your breath smelling like burgers and onions? Yes, I know you stopped at that little burger joint you know I love. Thanks, by the way. Guess who’s not getting any ass tonight.”
Blade blushed and glanced over at Marcus, who was currently rolling his eyes and grinding his teeth together.
“Ace, you’re not supposed to be using the app to track down your burger-eating, cheating husband.” Then Marcus turned to Blade. “And you, next time you go, pick up your fucking husband a burger. Why piss him off? You know he holds all the power in your relationship. Are you dumb or something?”
“You’re not tracking my cell phone, are you, babe?” Gavin asked, crossing his arms against his chest.
“Of course not, babe. I’ve got a hidden tracker in that ring I bought you last month. What sort of monster do you think I am?”
Gavin’s mouth dropped open. The look of shock and betrayal was all over his face.
“Jesus, you people have trust issues. But also, thanks for tracking Basher. Now, can we please go and save his hunky ass?” Cameron asked, breaking up the real-life telenovela episode currently airing in Basher’s living room.
“Umm, yeah, you’ve got a point.” Marcus turned to Blade.
“Head back to the bar, collect guns, ammo, and whatever else you think we might need to take down these motherfuckers. Oh, and tell all the guys that we need them on this one. We’re not sure how many guys we might be running into, but I’d rather be the crew with the much larger number. ”
“Sure thing, boss.” Blade started toward the door before stopping and turning to his husband. “And you can watch me on your phone, just in case I stop to get pizza on the way to the bar.”
Ace didn’t even look up.
“Just so long as it’s not Napolitan Pizza over on Elm. If you do stop there, you’d better get my pineapple pizza, or else you won’t be getting any ass for at least a month.”
Blade snorted. “And you won’t be getting any of this dick.” He jumped out the door before Ace had a chance to respond.
“That guy is so fucking dead when I get him home tonight. He won’t be walking straight for a week when I’m done abusing his hole,” Ace threatened under his breath.
Marcus let out a groan. “I fuckin’ hate the both of you sometimes.” He turned and walked toward Basher’s kitchen.
Ace glanced over at Cameron, who was busy trying to ignore the knots forming in his stomach.
“I threaten to withhold sex, but at the end of the day, we both know that I’m bending over for him at night. It’s part of our foreplay, and we love that it pisses Marcus off to hear.”
“Can we focus on getting my guy back first? Then we can go back to talking about your sex life once he is safe and sound.”
“Yeah, of course. Sorry.” Ace continued doing his thing on his tablet—planning their route and scoping out what was located around the ranch.
Ace was the Shadow Vipers’ plan guy. He scoped out the jobs and made sure that everybody knew what they were doing and what the plan was. He was the thinker. The organizer.
Marcus, on the other hand, was their leader. His job was to rally the guys and make sure that nobody died or got hurt while under his watch. He was the face of the crew. The man all other men looked up to. He was the muscle, the power, and the beacon.
Cameron didn’t envy Marcus. He had a lot on his plate. All the responsibility and none of the thanks. Thankfully, he had met his better half, Gavin, so at least he had someone to tear into at night, someone to share his thoughts and fears with, and someone to pound out his frustrations with.
Judging by the smile constantly on Gavin’s face, taking Marcus’s dick was not a burden he was worried about.
“Grab the ski masks from Basher’s closet while I give Lucas a call,” Ace instructed.
“Lucas? What’s that little twerp going to do to help get my man back?” Cameron asked, wondering how Caden’s boyfriend—the singing and dancing Broadway lover—was going to be of much value.
“Oh, trust me, you’re going to want the little psycho in your corner when it comes to getting your guy back.” Ace and Gavin both smirked at each other.
What weren’t they telling him?