HARD Series Box Set: Bad boys with powers

by Chloe Fischer

  HARD

  Instincts

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  HARD

  Time

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  HARD

  Wired

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  HARD

  Limit

  Prologue

  New Haven, Connecticut – 1989

  3 Years Later

  Part I Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Interlude

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Part II

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  HARD Series

  By

  CHLOE FISCHER

  HARD Instincts

  HARD Time

  HARD Wired

  HARD Limit

  Copyright © 2018 Chloe Fischer

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  This is a work of fiction. Resemblance to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales or events is entirely coincidental.

  Drake had always tried his best to live his life without attracting attention to himself or his four boys, knowing that if anyone found out about their special powers, his kids would be the target of every military group in the world…

  But eventually, Drake grew too secure, breaching the very rules meant to keep his family safe.

  In an event which nearly cost him his life, Drake makes a devastating decision and loses his boys, possibly forever.

  Twenty-eight years later, when all hope of ever locating the whereabouts of his full-grown, powerful sons is disappearing, Drake hears a rumor…there’s a man in the military that has become a very successful operative – but strange things seem to happen around him...

  Could this man be one of Drake’s long lost sons?

  Ryder has lived life plagued by a sense that he didn’t fit in with the family who raised him, and when strange and violent things start happening around him, Ryder escapes into military life – and with his special skills, he excels.

  But when things go awry during a mission, he ends up in the hands of a beautiful but traumatized doctor who inexplicably captures his soul. But Paige has a violent secret too. When she finds out what he can do, will Paige turn against him – or toward him?

  HARD

  Instincts

  Prologue

  New Haven, Connecticut – 25 years ago

  It was the first supper Drake Conway had eaten at home in over two months and he smiled lovingly at his wife, wanting to treasure every second of the idyllic moment. Who knew when he would be granted such an opportunity again? He was already taking a major risk being there that night.

  No one knew where he was; he had violated protocol to see his family and the consequences of such a blatant disregard for the rules could be devastating.

  Drake shoved the dark thoughts from his mind, turning his attention back to Shirley and the boys.

  I deserve to be a normal man for one night, he reasoned. I have earned it.

  “Darling, these potatoes are divine,” Drake announced and Shirley smiled beguilingly, placing her elbows on the table as she eyed her husband.

  “I put in a special ingredient,” she confessed, winking a light blue eye at him. “It’s like I sensed you coming home today and knew I needed to make them extra special.”

  Drake grinned, a surreal quality overtaking him as he looked around the mahogany table. It was difficult to reconcile Major Drake Conway, Department of Defence Special Forces with Drake Conway, husband, father and fantasy football player.

  They are two completely different people. I don’t even know if they would like one another if they were to meet, Drake thought wryly. He wondered if Bob next door would even recognize him in his other persona.

  “I no like potatoes!” Three-year-old Xavier declared, pushing his fork about the plate in disgust and the twins babbled in agreement. They smashed their tiny fists against the plastic trays of their high chairs, sending a spray of mashed vegetables all about the elegant dining room.

  Shirley sighed but before she could answer, Ryder, the oldest boy, interjected.

  “I don’t like potatoes,” he corrected his younger brother. Xavier shook his head.

  “No,” he insisted. “I no like them!”

  Drake grimaced slightly and turned to his middle son.

  “Your mother worked very hard on this dinner, Xavy,” he chided. “You should be thanking her, not criticizing her cooking.”

  “Drake,” Shirley laughed, rising to take the three-year-old’s plate from him. “He doesn’t know what that word means. Sometimes I think you forget how small they are.”

  Drake glanced at Xavier and they exchanged a private smile.

  “I don’t know, honey,” he replied, winking at the boy. “I don’t think you give them enough credit sometimes. Children are like sponges.”

  Shirley chuckled as she stepped into the kitchen, looking back over her shoulder.

  “I wish they were like mops,” she joked, disappearing with the dishes. “This house is in a perpetual state of chaos with all the testosterone coursing through it.”

  Drake laughed merrily at her assessment.

  “I suppose we will need to try for a girl then,” he called back to her. “Even out the hormones in here.”

  Shirley scoffed but didn’t answer, leaving Drake alone with his gaggle of children.

  As if he had issued a silent command, all four boys turned their attention on Drake in unison, their fussing forgotten.

  The twins, Zander and Aiden stared up at him from their elevated spots with pale green eyes, an identical pair of infant innocence.

  Xavier pressed his face into his folded hands, mushing his chubby cheeks as he studied his father inquisitively while Ryder seemed content in watching Drake through his peripheral vision.

  My sons, Drake thought, his heart filled with the proud beat which only a father could understand. I hope you know much you mean to me. I will always protect you.

  As if comprehending his silent tribute, they nodded almost imperceivably and returned to their supper as Shirley re-entered the room.

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nbsp; The bond they shared was beyond that of simply father and sons; it was ethereal. Drake knew it would be years before the boys understood why, however. He would explain to each boy as they became of age, why they were vitally important to more than just Drake, but to the world as a whole.

  “Dessert!” the lovely redhead announced, placing a cherry pie on the center of the table.

  “I no like dessert!” Xavier exclaimed and his parents laughed.

  “Perfect!” Drake declared. “More for us!”

  Shirley pulled a knife out and began to cut the pie in pieces when Drake was suddenly overcome with a sense that something wasn’t right, that he had been there before.

  Oh no, he thought, his heart beginning to thud dangerously in his chest.

  A strange feeling began to course through Drake and time slowed as he watched the scene unfolding before him.

  Deja vu.

  Fear gripped his heart and he pushed backed the chair, rising to his feet just as the doorbell rang.

  “Who could that be?” Shirley asked, glancing at the grandfather clock in the corner.

  Drake opened his mouth to respond, panic sweeping over his body as he reached for the twins, snatching them from their chairs. Instantly they began to wail in protest as their father kicked over the table.

  “Don’t answer it!” he cried out as his wife hurried toward the front door. She turned to stare at him in stunned surprise.

  But it was too late.

  The door flew inward and they drew in, like a swarm of buzzards converging on a corpse. Their leader smiled coldly at Drake, raising his weapon to fire once between his wife’s eyes, ending her scream before it had a chance to start.

  Drake had no chance to think, only react, throwing the twins into Ryder’s arms as he scooped Xavier from his chair.

  Their wailing filled his ears as he reached into his ankle holster and began firing at the half dozen men dressed only in black.

  His bullets did not slow them and they drew closer as the children took cover beneath the buffet, quaking in fear.

  When the first round hit him, Drake’s only thought was that it was his fault. He had brought a plague on his house when he had been warned time and again about the consequences.

  His shoulder was on fire but he did not stop pulling the trigger again and again, hoping to take out as many of them as he could.

  One less of them is one less threat, he told himself as more ammunition riddled his body but he knew he was outnumbered and sadly, ultimately outsmarted.

  He had lied to his sons.

  He could not protect them. He had unwittingly brought danger directly to their doorstep.

  Oculus had finally found them.

  And the children would never be safe again.

  Arlington, Virginia – 5 years later.

  “It has been long enough, Vance. I want to know where they are now.”

  Vance Berkley sat back in the chair, making a steeple of his hands as he eyed his superior.

  “Director, with all due respect, it has only been five years. You cannot believe that is enough time in any world.”

  The men locked gazes for a long moment, an undercurrent of electricity coursing between them.

  “You gave them to me to keep safe, Sir. I have done so, but if I tell you where they are, you cannot guarantee their protection, despite your new title, Director.”

  “It has been four years since anyone from Oculus has shown themselves,” Drake reminded him. “They may no longer be a threat.”

  “They are biding their time, Director. Do you believe they will rest before they get what they are seeking? You should understand how long they are willing to wait more than anyone.”

  Drake gritted his teeth.

  He did not appreciate being contradicted by his second-in-command, but he also knew Vance was speaking the truth.

  How much longer must I wait to learn about their whereabouts? He wondered but the answer was not one he wanted to confront.

  It was the reason he kept Vance Berkley so close to him as he began to climb the ranks. The man was trustworthy and blunt; brutally so.

  The deputy director was wise beyond his years but sometimes, Drake wished that the man would placate him and tell him what he wanted to hear.

  Especially where it involves the boys, he thought sadly.

  There had not been one day since the night that Oculus had invaded his secure life in New Haven that Drake did not replay every second of what had happened in his mind.

  How did we survive? How did we all survive…except Shirley. My poor, beautiful Shirley.

  “Of course, the choice is ultimately yours,” Vance continued. “If you wish to know where I have put the boys, I will give you the addresses of the families I placed them with and you may go get them.”

  Drake turned his head slightly so Vance could not read the expression on his face. He didn’t like anyone seeing his vulnerabilities. He had to be strong, always. Or at least appear to be so – even when it felt like his heart was breaking every minute of every day that his boys were not in his arms. As much as it pained him to admit it, he didn’t trust his own judgement any longer. Since that fateful night when he had thought that he was smarter, wilier than Oculus. That they would never be able to track him home if he came by himself just once, he had reasoned.

  I must wait. Vance is right. It is too soon.

  “One more year,” Drake sighed. “We will wait one more year. If Oculus has not surfaced, I will reunite with my sons. Until then, keep their whereabouts a secret. Even from me,” he resigned.

  It turned out that it was a command Drake would never forgive himself for making.

  Langley, Virginia – Twenty Years Later

  The red flash was blinking on the private line but he dared not touch it. It could only bring bad news. Nothing good had ever come through the ear piece of that telephone.

  “Chief Supervisor, the phone.”

  He looked up at the woman standing before him, his mouth becoming a fine line of anger.

  “Agent Lipinski, what is your rank in this agency?” he asked coldly. The young woman stared at him uncomprehendingly.

  “I am a junior special agent, sir,” she replied slowly.

  “Do you know what my title is in this agency?”

  Her face grew pale as if she realized her mistake in pointing out such an obvious thing as a ringing phone.

  “Yes, sir, Chief Supervisor, sir.”

  “Then I suggest you remember where you are on the food chain the next time you choose to speak without being spoken to.”

  Special Agent Lipinski stared at her matte pumps, humiliation coloring her cheeks and Drake turned toward the bright red stationary telephone.

  To his chagrin, the light continued to blink.

  “Yes?” he growled, snatching the receiver into his hand. His face remained locked in an expression of stone as he listened.

  Without a word, he replaced the earpiece in its cradle and sat back in his high-back leather chair.

  “Sir? Is there something I should know?”

  Slowly, Drake raised his eyes to stare at Lipinski, his expression laced in ice.

  “Get out.”

  The woman’s face went pale and she visibly swallowed, turning to flee the room as if the two words he had spoken would send her crumbling into a pile of broken masonry.

  As she disappeared out the door, Drake twisted the chair to stare at the red phone, the voice on the line echoing endlessly in his ears.

  It has been sixteen years, he thought. Sixteen years since their last contact and now they have decided to resurface. Why? Why now?

  He had no way of knowing. Drake had nothing they could want. He had forsaken his vendetta against them for Shirley’s death, knowing that it could only lead to more pain for his family. If he continued the fight against Oculus, he would never see the boys again.

  They are not boys anymore. They are men now. Four grown men. And I have no idea where they are because Oculu
s had murdered Vance too.

  “Chief Supervisor?”

  Ryan Angles poked his head inside the office.

  “What is it?” he asked the Senior Supervisor.

  “Are you all right? Lipinski said the red phone rang.”

  Drake studied his second-in-command.

  “Sir?” Angles prompted.

  “Get rid of her.”

  The senior supervisor stared at him, his mouth agape.

  “Get rid of her?” he repeated. “As in- “

  “She is not Central Intelligence Agency material. Get rid of her.”

  “Chief Supervisor, with all due respect, Lipinski – “

  “Is fired. Give her an adequate severance package. Any agent who cannot keep their mouth shut for two minutes has no business in this agency.”

  Angle’s face registered consternation but he clamped his mouth closed, backing away. Drake watched as he tried not to storm from the second-tier office but he could easily read the ire in the man’s face.

  He was angry, but Drake didn’t care. In fact, he wanted that reaction.

  Drake remembered the voice on the phone.

  It was better that they all loathed him.

  Anyone who got too close to him wound up dead or in hiding for the rest of their lives.

  Oculus is back and I cannot afford to lose anyone else.

  He still needed to find his boys.

  The five of us must reunite. Drake realized that Oculus had to be stopped – once and for all.

  It is the only way we can take on Oculus and win.

  Chapter One

  Istanbul, Turkey – Two Weeks Ago

  He wove through the city, his strides long and confident as he maneuvered through the red-light district in Fatih.

  No one questioned his presence as he seemed to belong amongst the local with his dark hair, bronze skin and smouldering green eyes.

  Yet if the men were to look closely, they would have noticed something different about the swarthy stranger, something that did not quite fit with the groove of the hookah-smoking Turks that were seeking out companionship for the evening.