Wild Rider (Bad Boy Bikers Book 2) (50 page)

“Thank you.”

“I thought you stood to make a tidy sum off of Porcia's skewing the results?” asked Aeliana, distracted.

Iunius shrugged. “Sometimes there are more important things than sums.”

“Watch out, Iunius,” Lucius chuckled. “You may have morals in you yet.”

The eunuch merely shrugged.

Felix advanced heartily now, but taking his time. He seemed somewhat winded by his long attack, finally. Caius, wary, kept him at bay with long slashes. He kept floating over toward his shield, trying to grab it once more.

The two fighters circled, bloody and battered. Aeliana tried not to hold her breath.

* * * * *

C
aius’s lack of success as of yet was not lost on him. His breaths came hard, and every new bout of air he tugged in burned at the long slash on his chest.

In most fights with a murmillo, it had always been the murmillo on the defensive, waiting for an opening. Felix had been expecting Caius to think so, apparently, and put everything he had into the initial bullrush.

Three times he’d nearly died, all due to small mistakes. A misplaced foot here, a turn too fast with his wrist there. Felix was as good a fighter as Caius had ever seen.

Maybe, yes, better than Caius still.

The crowd jeered at their circling, urging them to attack. Felix complied. A solid combination brought Caius to one knee, and he slashed wildly and rolled to get away, once again. He knew that he would have to turn the tide soon, but how? Without a shield, his defense was cut in half.

Felix followed him like a bad dream, sword at the ready. He seemed as strong as ever, but his chest was heaving. All the attacks were taking their toll.

There it was, then.

Caius sank into the zone of Felix’s attack. He parried every blow and then rolled back away again. Felix rushed after him, the crowd cheering him on. Once Felix had closed, Caius thrust again in the same combination, and again rolled—to the same side. Felix’s sword landed just behind him. He anticipated, now.

Caius smiled.

Felix ran at him in a full charge, not waiting for Caius to engage. Their swords sparked as they rang against one another. Every man threw in his all. Caius moved to roll again and Felix followed through, swiping his sword down hard to the sands—where Caius was not. Instead, Caius spun and slashed at Felix’s open side, slicing him from hip to nipple.

The crowd erupted with pleasure. Caius saw a woman tugging two men against her body in a strange kind of primal ecstasy. They all began to chant his name for the first time all day.

The wound was not fatal, and still Felix approached.

“Come on,” Felix growled at him. “Come on, come on!”

Caius did. Felix swung at him, but Caius dodged easily and kicked Felix’s shield with a heavy kick. It slammed to the ground, broken in half. Felix kept his sword up, and Caius attacked harder now, driving in from the injured side.

In another three combinations it was done. Felix did not have the strength anymore. Caius disarmed him and clocked him down to the sand, kicking his sword far away.

The crowd called for the end. They could feel it close.

But Felix roared upward and struck at Caius with his fists, surprising him. The blow knocked Caius’s helmet clean off, and Felix’s hands wrapped at his throat, trying to strangle him. Caius threw him away through the sands. Felix tore off his own helmet and threw it hard, hoping to stun.

Caius knocked the helmet out of the air with an almost easy stroke of his blade. Felix’s face was rage incarnate.

Felix, disarmed, stood before him with his hands ready.

“Hit me!” he screamed. “Come on, do it! Hit me and end it!”

It would have been a simple thing to kill him. A good thrust would have struck straight through any defense from his hands. One blow to send him straight to the afterlife.

Caius feinted to one side, drawing Felix’s attention for a half-moment. Then he struck him, hard, across the skull with the pommel of his sword.

“Not today,” said Caius. “Not again.”

No one could hear what he said. When the crowd roared its approval, they did it only for the sight of Felix defeated on the ground. 

Caius took Felix by the hair and dragged him up off the sands. They turned to Otho in the editor's box, awaiting his decision. But his mind was already made up. If he was ordered to kill, he wouldn’t do it. He would refuse. Even if it meant his own life, he could not execute a helpless man again. The guilt from before had been too much to bear. The breaking of his word had brought Fortune’s wrath down upon him. And if it was only by embracing death that Fortune smiled upon his kin again, then so be it.

Otho called for silence from the crowd. His grin was sickening. He would make a show of it, no doubt, as he had last time. And then he would order for death—Caius could feel it in his bones.

And then the crowd stopped cheering Caius's name—replacing it with something else entirely. Something that sent Caius's heart soaring.

Live. Live. Live. Live. Live.

Their cheers were overwhelming. They had been stunned at Felix’s display. No fighter in recent memory had acted with such ferocity. Otho, barely covering his sneer, turned to the crowd with great disdain. When he began the motion for Caius to end it, deafening boos followed.

Men and women in the entire arena screamed their displeasure with the possibility of Felix dying. It was soon apparent that Otho risked a riot if he continued on his course.

Live. Live. Live. Live. Live.

There was little choice for him now. If he went against the crowd in this, they would remember it—and they would make him pay.

With a grand smile, as if this was what he had planned all along, Otho waved the handkerchief. Mercy for Felix.

Caius, with relief, tossed his blade aside. He dropped to his knees and took Felix in an embrace, not caring if the man wanted none of it. This was a good day—a good day! Attendant slaves rushed into the arena and carted Felix off, carrying him to his ludus's medici.

And then, with Caius still in the sands, the crowd began to chant something else entirely.

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A
eliana’s heart thrummed with delight. Caius,
her
Caius, alive and well. The wounds he had picked up would trouble him, but they would be the last he suffered in the arena.

The crowd gave Senator Otho no choice. Aeliana’s body still felt like it was vibrating with the resounding cheers from the crowd.

Free. Free. Free. Free.

After the fight, she rushed to the box seats where the Senator and other elite guests sat—including Porcia, as the now default owner of the ludus. Being her slave, Aeliana got past the guards with no difficulty.

Faun was what they called her. She'd always thought it an insulting name. But Fauns were creatures of mischief, and in the legends they always managed to put one over the heroes and ne'er-do-wells trying to take advantage of their power.

She could turn a little mischief herself.

Iunius had grabbed her briefly before she sped up to the box.

I know your plan, or enough of it. The Governor and Otho have great differences. Use them to your advantage
.

Somehow, Iunius always knew what everyone was up to. A man without scruples always heard quite a few items of interest that he was never intended to hear. Still, that did not mean she could not use his advice.

Left in the box were only four people—Senator Otho, Porcia, Governor Trio, and her father, Vitus.

Otho was bright red. Around him were several broken pieces of furniture. Porcia had withdrawn to a safe corner of the small room while he rampaged, and Aeliana could not blame her. Otho was a strong man and the furniture was in several small pieces already, and it had only been minutes since the end of the match.

Looking on, Trio appeared rather amused. The Governor of Puteoli was an enormous man, the sort who seemed wider than he was tall, even though he wasn't really. His toga barely stretched all the way over his corpulent belly.

“Your fault,” he sneered at Trio. “This is
your
fault, somehow.”

Trio looked confused. “I don't know if I catch your meaning, Senator.”

“You made them chant all that. Somehow, you did it. Agents in the crowd.”

“Why would I want a gladiator to live and be freed, Otho? Think sensibly. I have no stake in such things.”

“No stake,” said Porcia, “unless you want to spite Otho.”

“
You
.” Otho rounded on Porcia now. “You are best served by keeping your mouth shut. You and I are
done
. I have listened to your prattling for
far
too long now.”

Porcia's mouth worked up and down, clearly shocked. In another world, another time, perhaps Aeliana would have enjoyed the look of disappointment and surprise on the beautiful noble's face. But instead, great pangs of sympathy filled her. For whatever reason, the Domina clearly cared about Otho.

“And
you
,” Otho waved his finger at Trio. “You. Wait.”

“Wait, Senator?”

“My vengeance will take time. And it will be exacting and endless.”

He stormed out, a parade of guards following him. Aeliana stood well away from them. The governor walked over to a tray of figs and popped one into his mouth.

“What an awful man,” he said to no one in particular.

“You are the awful one,” said Porcia. “Awful. And fat. And...a-and
awful.
Everything he said was true, wasn't it? You did put agents in the crowd. You incited them to riot against his will.”

“Oh, I don't know that I would use the word
riot
.” Trio chuckled. “Anyway, it was a great and wonderful thing, that.” He patted the irate Porcia on the arm. “Vitus here, he assures me that our Ursus is a top quality man. I expect he'll be a boon to the citizenship in his new freed role.”

Porcia’s teeth gritted harshly. “I suppose so.”

With Otho no longer on her side, Porcia had realized, perhaps a little late, that she had to start being very particular about what she said to men in high station.

“I beg your indulgence, Governor,” said Vitus, seeing his daughter hovering, “I have someone I’d like to introduce you to. This is my daughter, Aeliana. She works as the medicae for House Varinius.”

“Hello, Governor,” Aeliana bowed briefly. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“How did the daughter of a great man such as Vitus come to work in a ludus?”

“When she was younger, I—” Vitus began.

“I sold myself into slavery to better learn the trade of medicine.”  She would control the narrative here.  “I wanted to ensure I had work.”

Trio raised both eyebrows. “A bold move. I do not know that I've ever heard of anything quite so...severe.”

“Yes, well, it's worked. You can see for yourself the health of the men I look after in the arena.”

The Governor nodded. “They were all in top form, I'll grant you that.”

“My contract is almost up, however. I was hoping to speak to you about a medical clinic I wanted to open up.”

“A medical clinic in the hands of a slave woman?” He stroked one of his many chins.

“Well, yes. It would have to wait until the end of my contract, I’m afraid...”

“The end of your contract? To Porcia?” he turned to the Domina. “Did you know of these plans of your slave?”

Porcia had poured herself a tall drink. She waved a hand. “Oh, perhaps. She speaks incessantly. Anything is possible.”

Aeliana continued. “I believe private health is a public good, Governor. If more slaves and freedmen were well, then labor would be more regular, and—”

“Believe it or not,” Trio smiled, “I know well the benefits of good health. I'll put in a word for you right away. You are to be freed posthaste.”

“Governor!” Porcia sounded strangled. “That is—I mean to say—
my
property—I...”

“And I am the governor of this province. Do you disagree with my position, Porcia? That would be very disappointing.”

Porcia let out a small, squashed cry. She simply shook her head and put on the fakest of her smiles. The  governor seemed to take great pleasure in her dismay. Aeliana tried hard not to show her own.

Somehow, the governor seemed to be already a staunch ally. It was not expected—she had only hoped to broach the subject, perhaps be referred to a friend of a friend. But the governor's enthusiasm to assist her belied some vendetta of his own which behooved Aeliana's cause greatly. Iunius was right.

“Good,” said the governor. “Then it’s settled.”

Aeliana felt invulnerable. “Thank you, Governor.”

“Oh, don’t just thank me.” He smiled. “Your father has been saying nothing but good things about you for the whole day during the matches. 'Look at this one. See his shape? My daughter's work.' 'You see that scar? Healed by my daughter.' And so on. And Porcia here has kept you well in her service for so long. She must certainly be an exceptional Domina.”

Talk of her father actually complimenting her only emboldened Aeliana's feelings of invulnerability. She wondered how much she could get away with. A Faun indeed.

“She is unique as any, Governor. In fact,” Aeliana smiled, “our champion of the day, good Caius? Porcia has been kind enough to look after his child for the past few weeks.”

“A charitable individual,” said Trio, smiling admirably at Porcia. “I didn’t know you were struck with the pangs of motherhood, my dear. Isn't your own child stashed away in Neapolis with your family? Perhaps you should send for him.”

“It is a...new feeling,” said Porcia. “I wanted to test it out on some other child before exposing my own blood to any flaws of mine.”

A well-crafted lie. It was too bad everyone in the room knew the words were as false as the woman saying them.

“Charity may as well be her name,” said Aeliana, feeling momentum. “She offered to donate the proceeds from her winnings and fees today toward the building of my clinic.”

“That’s sensational!” Trio turned to Porcia. “How much are you offering? I’ll match it. My wife is always telling me to give more.”