HARD Series Box Set: Bad boys with powers
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I wonder what the real story is there, she thought, but her gut instinct told her that whatever it was had nothing to do with Aiden.
Still, with a family dynamic like that, Audrey has to be affected greatly. Coupled with losing her mother, she must be carrying a lot of baggage.
Rubbing her eyes, Sage went to close the screen when a name jumped out at her. The hairs on her arms prickled as her heartrate quickened.
No, she thought. That can’t be right.
But as she enlarged the article, nervousness overwhelmed her as she reread the name.
Lead investigator, Patrick Keyes believes that the siblings may have been in conspiracy to commit the murders…
Shock jolted through her body and she slammed the computer shut.
Did I know that Pat worked this case? She asked herself.
She wracked her mind for an answer, or a memory that he had ever mentioned having such a sensational case, but the more she thought about their relationship, the more she realized they had never discussed anything of any true importance.
Neither of us wanted to bring our work home with us so we only talked about the most mundane and inconsequential things. And let’s face it – it’s not they had ever had any great connection. The relationship had been more about convenience, really.
Sage swallowed the lump in her throat and closed her eyes, the wheels about to derail in her head at the rate they were turning.
I can’t touch this case. It’s too close, a conflict of interest at best, a massive clusterfuck at worst.
She took a shaky breath, her lids parting.
Of course, that’s only if Pat ever finds out about it. I only learned about this by complete fluke. He doesn’t need to know. We’re not together anyway.
There were several ways she could justify it if need be.
Sage pushed the laptop aside and curled onto her side, willing herself to fall asleep.
I’m not doing anything wrong, she lied to herself.
She hoped it wouldn’t all blow up in her face.
After all, the Van Hoyts did not have a good track record of being forgiving.
Interlude
The orderly stepped inside the room with him, but the doctor waved the man away.
“I won’t be needing you,” he intoned, peering at the tablet in his hand as if he was looking over the patient’s notes.
“Are you sure, Dr. Cruthers? She can be – “
“She has been my patient for almost five years, Andy. I think I know what she can and cannot do.”
Andy hesitated until the psychiatrist raised his head, piercing blue eyes boring into the orderly until the man backed off and went into the hallway.
“I’ll just be out here if you – “
“Thank you, Andy.”
The door closed in his face before the younger man could finish his sentence.
Dr. Cruthers turned back to the patient, a cold smile on his wrinkled face.
“How are you feeling today, Sarah?” he asked without emotion.
She stared up at him with haunted blue eyes, unspeaking.
“Are you sleeping enough?” he asked, and she dropped her gaze to her hands, her face pale.
“You can talk to me, Sarah. Why are you so quiet today? We have been making such good progress the last few weeks.”
She did not speak but he saw a muscle in her slender jaw twitch.
“Did something happen, Sarah?” he asked cajolingly. “Did you remember something else you wanted to tell me? Something about your brothers?”
She raised her head and glared defiantly at him.
“You forced that information out of me,” she spat. “None of it was true.”
He maintained the stoic expression on his face.
“No?” he asked pleasantly, perched on the edge of the bed at her side. “Are you sure?”
Sarah whimpered softly.
“Please, no more,” she begged him. “Leave me alone. Leave us all alone! We’ve been through enough!”
Dr. Cruthers made a commiserating noise.
“Of course you have, Sarah. You are so strong, just like Xander and Aiden, aren’t you? I have good news for you.”
She eyed him warily, disgust puckering her face. Sarah trusted no one, that much was obvious.
“What good news?” she demanded, inching away from him as she pulled the sheets around her.
“Aiden is coming to visit this weekend.”
A glimmer of suspicious hope fluttered through her face and she shook her head.
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered. “He hasn’t come in so long!”
“He’s coming,” Dr. Cruthers assured her. “And when he does, all your suffering will finally be over. You will be able to live in the peace you deserve.”
He saw the fear in her expression and he lunged toward her, jabbing the hypodermic needle into her neck.
She lashed out too late, the combination of lorazepam and sodium pentothal overtaking her in seconds.
Sarah fell back against the limp pillows, her panicked expression falling away into that of a serene pool, no ripples or emotions in sight.
“There you are, sweetie,” he cooed, adjusting the sheets around her comfortably. “Just take it easy now. Isn’t that better?”
She nodded dumbly, the truth serum turning her into a puppet.
“Now, you’ve told me about Xander and Aiden’s powers. Let’s talk about Audrey.”
Half an hour later, Dr. Cruthers exited the room, nodding to Andy who stared after him.
“Any problems, doc?”
“None whatsoever,” he replied, smiling.
As he turned the corner, he reached into his lab coat and withdrew the black burner phone.
After one ring it was answered.
“It’s Cruthers. I was right. The Van Hoyt twins are the missing Conway twins. I’m sure of it.”
“Is that a fact?” rasped the voice on the other end of the phone. “It is time to move then.”
“There’s more,” Cruthers continued.
“You know where the others are?”
“Yes and no,” he replied smugly.
“Stop speaking in riddles,” the voice snapped. “What do you know, Eli?”
“Aiden Conway has a child and she is just like them.”
There was a sharp intake of breath.
“She?” he echoed. “It’s a girl?”
“Audrey. Eight years old.”
“What can she do?”
“I’m not sure…” Cruthers faltered. “This is the first time she has mentioned the girl having abilities at all. Do you want me to try and find out more?”
“You can try, but don’t compromise her,” he ordered and for the first time in the years that he’d known the Contact, Cruthers heard excitement in his voice.
“I will see what I can do but I want you to know that Aiden will be here this weekend. It would be a good time to take him. He may even have his daughter.”
“I’ll decide this, not you. The last time my men went in blind, they died – leaving me without valuable resources. I was not happy. I need to know what they are up against.”
“I thought you had a drug,” Cruthers said in surprise. “Just stab them with that and -”
“Just do what you’re told, Eli.”
The call disconnected in Dr. Cruthers’ ear and he was left with the wheels of his own mind turning.
After all this time, I have finally brought them a missing Conway and they still treat me like a lowly lab rat. I’m going to demand a raise and a better working environment. Five years of handling crazies in the middle of fucking nowhere. I deserve better than this –
He felt a prick behind his ear and his hand flew up to touch the spot.
A bee sting?
He turned quickly, but as he did, his breathing suddenly became laboured, and his windpipe started to close.
“How’s it going, Dr. C?” Andy asked, stepping back as he fell to his knees. “It’s pean
uts that kill you, right? Major nut allergy, am I right?”
Eli gasped, clawing at this throat as the anaphylactic shock continued to shut down his breathing. He fumbled for his Epi pen, but Andy wagged a finger, smiling softly.
“No use,” he sighed. “You’re fresh out.”
The lumbering orderly watched as Dr. Cruthers’ face turned purple, his airways failing.
When he was sure the psychiatrist was on his last breath, he spoke again.
“Oculus thanks you for your dedicated service,” he intoned before leaving the fresh corpse on the floor of the hospital, literal seconds away from equipment which would have saved his life.
Chapter Five
His anxiety was mounting as he sat in the waiting room, studying his hands.
Aiden would be blind not to notice the stares he was getting from other patients as he waited for Audrey to finish with Dr. Pierce, but he was far too distracted to care.
His mind was only on what his daughter was saying to the woman just beyond the door. A part of him wanted to burst inside and call an end to the session but of course that was just stupidity talking.
Audrey knows the dangers, he tried to tell himself, but he could not forget the fact that she was only eight years old.
What did we know at her age? He thought nervously, his sea-green eyes darting around the jovially decorated lobby. What did Xander and I know about how to handle our ‘talents’, and who we could talk to about them? Obviously, there had never been an inclination to speak with their adoptive parents – abusive assholes that they were. He wracked his mind, trying to remember ever being so young.
Aiden wondered if him and his brother would have spilled their secrets if a caring adult like Dr. Pierce had tried to talk to them. Maybe, he thought. But he remembered that they always seemed to know that they couldn’t talk about it – like it was just part of them, to keep the secret. Maybe that’s because we had each other to talk to though. Audrey doesn’t have a sibling…or a twin.
He looked up again, catching the accusing eye of a woman sitting across from him.
They think I’m Xander, he thought, a familiar anger growing in him. He had hoped that moving towns would have alleviated some of scrutiny, but that had been wishful thinking. As long as they stayed in Maryland, he and Audrey would forever be linked to the double murder, no matter how much they tried to maintain a life of normalcy.
I should have taken her out of here. Things will never get better, no matter how much time has passed. As long as I hold onto this last name and face, there will always be a connection.
It didn’t matter that Aiden sported a full head of black hair and no visible tattoos; his face was identical to the convicted killer who was his twin.
But if he left, it meant leaving Sarah also and that was something he could not bring himself to do, not when all of this had been thrust on her; the horrible parents, the brothers who could do strange things that she wasn’t allowed to talk about. And if he had her transferred, it would be just like starting all over again, no matter how carefully they read her records.
But maybe she needs a second opinion, Aiden reasoned. Maybe there is another way - other than electroshock therapy.
He was not looking forward to the trip to Catonsville the following day, but it had to be done. Sarah deserved to know what was coming and why.
She doesn’t deserve any of this.
“Mr. Van Hoyt?”
He raised his eyes as Dr. Pierce exited the back room, Audrey in tow.
Forcing a smile, he rose to his feet.
“How did it go, pumpkin?” he asked. His daughter shrugged indifferently and moved past him to flop onto a plastic chair.
“I thought you and I could chat for a moment,” Dr. Pierce said, and Aiden nodded in agreement.
“Of course.”
“There are some books and coloring books over there if you want, Audrey,” the psychologist told her. “We won’t be long.”
Audrey muttered something which Dr. Pierce could not have heard but Aiden did, and he scowled warningly at her.
Watch your mouth, he told her silently. Her pout only deepened as she folded her arms over her chest, but she didn’t respond.
“Right this way.”
Aiden followed her into a tastefully decorated office and he could see the appeal it would have to children.
It was a fun room with bright colors. Everywhere he looked, there was something to see; teddy bears, dolls, artwork and crafts.
He looked around, unsure of where to sit, noting only a child-sized table and a loveseat, neither which seemed appropriate for a professional meeting.
She saved him from having to ask and gestured at the sofa.
“I just wanted to follow up with our first session,” she told him, and Aiden nodded, the anxiety returning in a wave as he perched on the edge of the sofa.
“Did she say anything?” Aiden asked before he could stop himself. He wished he could snatch the words back from the air where they landed.
The doctor’s intelligent eyes researched his face as if she was trying to memorize the details for later and Aiden caught her gaze.
To his surprise, she blushed and looked away, clearing her throat lightly.
“She resents having to be here,” she began. “But that’s to be expected. Any child in her position would fight this.”
Aiden knew the words were supposed to be a comfort, but they only fueled his guilt.
Audrey has something else to be angry about now, he thought, trying not to display his emotions.
“But after about half an hour, I think Audrey realized that I am not here to judge her or fill her with platitudes and she began opening up to me.”
Aiden was sure his back was going to snap, his spine was so rigid.
“Did she?” he asked nonchalantly. “About what?”
Dr. Pierce shrugged, leaning her deliciously full rear against the desk and inadvertently, Aiden found his eyes glancing to the curve of her waist.
“School mostly,” she replied but she did not elaborate, despite Aiden’s inquisitive stare.
“And?” he encouraged.
She smiled and lowered her eyes again.
“I want this to be a safe place for Audrey,” she explained. “A place where she can express all her emotions without fear of reprisal.”
“She doesn’t fear reprisal from me!” Aiden snapped defensively. “I never punish her!”
The psychologist smiled patiently.
“I know,” she replied quietly, meaningfully. “She has little in the way of boundaries or discipline and as hard as it might be for you to enforce rules, given her history of loss and…”
She trailed off as if she realized she had said more than she intended.
“And what?” Aiden demanded.
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “I am suggesting that you should enforce her punishments, no matter how hard it might be for you. If she feels like she can get away with too much, she will continue to push and sometimes, that can go too far. At her age, her brain is still developing. Her impulse control is poor and if she has too much leeway…”
An image of Xander automatically popped into his mind and Aiden’s blood ran cold.
What did Audrey tell her?
He gazed at her face, hoping to read any indication of what his daughter may have said but Dr. Pierce’s face remained stoic.
A combination of worry and desire tickled his gut as he stared at her.
She’s so beautiful, he thought, his eyes trailing over the lines of her perfectly carved face and resting on the sweet pink of her lips.
I wonder if her other lips are the same shade.
The thought was so unlike one he would usually have, for a moment, Aiden wondered if his twin had not taken him over.
But the rush of heat building in his groin was not due to anything but the feelings Sage seemed to bring out in him. The attraction he felt toward her was undeniable and growing exponentially, it seemed.
As if he didn’t have enough to worry about without bringing more issues into his life.
There was no room for another woman to get close to him. Hiding who he was from Jamie had been hard enough, even though he had not used his abilities in years.
When Audrey had begun showing signs of her own powers, Aiden had pulled double duty, running interference as his daughter struggled to control herself in her confusion.
I can’t let her secret out any more than I can let mine go, he thought, shoving the hard-to-ignore concept of Sage ass-up over the arm of the loveseat while he thrust into her from behind out of his mind.
The bulge in his pants was unmistakable and Aiden discretely adjusted his raincoat, rising quickly to turn his body.
“Anything else I should know?” he asked, suddenly needing to escape before he was caught, ready to burst out of his pants.
“One step at a time, Mr. Van Hoyt,” she told him, pushing herself off the desk and coming toward him.
Fuck, she’s only getting me harder – and she isn’t even trying, he thought, annoyed with his own cock and its insistence to be a pain in the ass, willing the tell-tale rod in his crotch to stay hidden.
“Call me Aiden,” he told her and before he could stop himself, he turned to look at her. “I want to take you out to dinner.”
Her mouth parted in surprise and Aiden almost closed his eyes, waiting for the rejection which would follow.
Of course, she can’t have dinner with me! He thought, furious with his lack of self-control. What the hell is wrong with you? All the stress is getting to you.
“I would like that,” she breathed, and it was Aiden’s turn to be shocked.
“Good,” he said slowly. “I’ll…call you?”
She nodded, her own face appearing as dazed as he felt.
He waited for her to provide a private phone number and after a second, she seemed to clue in, abruptly turning back to her desk to scrawl her number onto a piece of paper and hand it to him.
“That’s my cell…and my home,” she told him, a slight crack in her voice.