I'm baacckk! That's right. Hello to everyone who's been with me since the beginning and to those who're just starting. As you can tell, this is the sixth installment to Lover Destined. I'll help you guys out a little and tell you that these next installments take place about ten years after Lover Chosen. That means all of the Brothers' children are about to go through their transition or are all grown up. These next stories will be theirs so I hope you enjoy the ride because it's a wild roller-coaster that'll have you wanting more :3

Lover Unseen

Chapter One

Paige stuffed her hands in her pockets and eyed the alley. Besides people walking with their umbrellas open to protect them from the night's rain, there was no one else in the alley except her. Since Paige didn't have an umbrella, the only cover she could find was under some doorway and her hoodie pulled over her head. She had been waiting in the spot for six minutes and checked her watch a second time. Her shift at the diner would start in ten minutes which meant her sister would be coming by to check on her soon.

A black car pulled up the alley and turned off its lights so it wouldn't draw attention. Paige leaned past the roof covering her to see if it were the guys she had been waiting for. Turning off the car and stepping out of the front, two men with white hair and pale skin closed the doors and approached her. They smelt funny but the smell no longer bothered Paige. She was now used to them smelling like baby powder.

Leaving her spot, she walked up to the men the same time she pulled out a roll of money. One of the guys took it and unwrapped it to count out three hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills. He gave his buddy a nod and the man pulled out a tiny plastic bag from his pocket which was small enough for her fingers to close around. Paige graciously took the bag.

"Pleasure doing business," said the one rewrapping the money.

"If you want, we can up the amount. It'll cost more," suggested the other guy.

"No thanks," Paige answered as she shoved her bag in her pocket. "This is all I need."

"Fine. We'll see you in a few weeks. If you change your mind, you know where to find our guys."

Paige stepped back and stood in the rain as she watched the two get back in their car and pull out. When she was back to being the only person in the alley, she removed the bag and thumped the white powder in the plastic. She shook her head and hid it back in her pocket. The urge wasn't back so she wouldn't have to take the drugs just yet. Besides, Paige didn't like showing up to work stoned. Another motivation was that her sister would be checking up on her. She really didn't want to make a scene or deal with her sister later since the two lived together.

Taking the bottom of her hoodie and twisting it in her grip to dry it, Paige started making her way out of the alley when the sound of glass breaking stopped her. She turned around to see if there was someone and only saw the shadows of trash bins. Thinking she was paranoid or something, she turned back around so she could make it to work when she smacked into a hard chest. Her small body pounced off the chest and she would've fallen on her ass if it weren't for a strong hand catching her by the wrist. When Paige found her footing, her hand tightened around her packet as she dared to look up.

Paige gulped when she craned her head further up until she was staring straight up at the guy who helped her from falling. Being five-three sucked at the moment since the guy looked like he was well over six feet. His black hair gleamed from the rain soaking it and thick strands of bangs clung around his brown eyes. There were some flecks of gold mixed around the brown which gave the guy's eyes a certain glow. Paige was short and slender which didn't match up well against her friend here who was a giant and had the body of a linebacker. Then there was the getup he was wearing. He was sporting a hoodie as well with a leather jacket on top and leather pants. Paige took a second and didn't feel shocked when she caught sight of steel toed boots. As her eyes traveled back up, she noticed how his jacket covered what looked like a holster around his waist and chest. The only piece that stood out as odd was a beaded bracelet full of different tiny beads forming diamonds. Even though it was dark outside, Paige could see he was a bit tanned and his bracelet reminded her of those bracelets Indians wore. She squinted her eyes and noticed some features that suggested he had some Native American blood in him.

"Touchy much?" she snapped.

The guy released her arm. Taking a few steps back, Paige kept her eyes on those holsters of his. She didn't have to peek in his jacket to know there were guns strapped to him. Paige had spent a couple of times in a police station to know where cops kept their guns. It seemed pretty odd that this guy who she presumed was a cop had two holsters on. Then again, she wasn't about to go and ask.

"You a cop?"

"No."

At least she was in the clear.

"Well, move. I got places to be and people to see."

Paige made a move to get around him and would've succeeded if he hadn't grabbed her by the arm. She was about to snap at him when he quickly let go and spun around to face her the same time he held up her bag. Quickly patting her pocket to finding her bag missing, Paige tried to snatch it out of the guy's hand when he held it up the same height his head was. There was a moment where Paige considered kicking the guy in the groin but restrained from her impulse. The guy might not be a cop but he could press charges and turn her in for possession.

She so didn't want to deal with that right now.

"You should stay away from those guys," said the guy as he pocketed her bag. Paige got the feeling she just wasted three hundred dollars.

"I can take care of myself. Now can I get my stuff back?"

The guy raised his eyebrow. At least she tried.

"You know what? Enjoy it. Hope you get a real buzz out of it."

Great. Now she was going to be late thanks to her new friend.

Since it felt like the rain was getting worse and she was completely soaked, she waved at the guy and started making her wet way to the diner. Calculating the distance to the diner and time it would take her to get there in her head, Paige was too caught up in the numbers that she roared in frustration when a black Dodge Challenger pulled up to the alley and almost hit her. Since her night wasn't going the way she wanted it to, an impulse to kick the car flagged and she gave into that one. She kicked the car right in the middle.

The driver's door opened and Paige wondered how her night ended up in hell because a guy who looked the same height as her buddy leaned over the door and stared at her. Dressed in the same getup as who she presumed his friend, the only thing different about the driver was that he had wild white hair and dark gold eyes. Paige knew a dye job when she saw one and found herself staring at the guy's hair since it was the real deal.

"Who're you?" he asked.

"Just some girl, Hhavoc. Leave her alone."

Hhavoc. That was a weird name. Who named their kid after some Marvel character?

"Whatever, Dhusk. We're done here anyway."

Dhusk? She didn't know which name was weirder. And they were talking like she wasn't right in the middle of them. Her temper spiked again and she kicked the Challenger again. The one named Hhavoc actually bared his teeth at her. Paige swore she saw two sharp canines under his lips.

"Back the hell up, you jackass. I'm late for work because of you bastards."

"Why you—"

Hhavoc looked like he wanted to rip her throat out when his eyes darted over behind her head and caught her bag when it was tossed over. Paige nearly jumped out of her skin once she felt a large hand rest on her shoulder. She then felt Dhusk begin to usher her over to the car.

Red flags started waving like crazy in her head that Paige wondered if she could outrun these bastards if it came down to it. Who was she kidding? She could barely do a lap on the track without huffing and puffing. These two were probably some other drug dealers who just caught her red handed with another dealer's product. Worst case scenery was that the guys supplying her were probably trying to push on their turf. Paige could already see her dead body showing up on the morning news.

"Tell V we might have a lead."

"And you?"

Dhusk glanced down at Paige and she got the feeling he was waiting for her to say her name. "Paige," she said through chattering teeth. Fear and cold would do that to a girl.

"I'll give Paige a ride to work."

"Whatever, cuz."

Hhavoc stepped aside from the driver's side the same time Dhusk guided her to the passenger side. Figuring it was best to go for the ride, she slid into the seat and did her best not to flinch when the door closed next to her. Dhusk and Hhavoc exchanged a few words and occasionally glanced over at her. Hopefully they weren't discussing where to dump her body if this didn't turn out as a friendly ride.

Soon Dhusk joined Paige in the car and reversed the car out of the alley. As Dhusk was maneuvering the car around, Paige glanced at the rearview mirror and gulped when she saw that Hhavoc was gone. It was almost like he disappeared. His little vanishing act only helped her stress level rise.

"So where do you work?" asked Dhusk once they were on the road.

"Albert's. It's a little diner. Just turn here and take a left six lights after."

While Dhusk drove, Paige decided to take off her hoodie. She was cold and wet and she was pretty sure she was soaking up the seat. Unzipping the hoodie and removing it, there was a momentary heatwave running through her body until she found out she was colder without the cover. She ran her hair through her hair which wasn't much considering it barely reached past her shoulders and shivered as the water ran down her back.

Holding her wet hoodie in her hands and wondering what to do, it seemed Dhusk noticed her predicament because he reached in the back seat without taking his eyes off the road and produced a leather jacket. Handing it over to Paige and shifting into a lane so he could get ready to turn, she noticed how the jacket was a bit too big for her.

"It's Hhavoc's."

Paige felt her hair bristle. She really didn't like the guy. But if this was his jacket, well, might as well have fun with it. Paige slipped it on her body and noted how it felt heavy around her shoulders. Hell, it felt like she was lifting bricks on her arms. Being short really sucked.

As Paige adjusted around in the giant leather jacket and looked out the window to see the diner pulling up, she took a second to eye the dash to find out she made it to Albert's with two minutes to spare. She was already doing a happy dance in her head when Dhusk decided to park across the street from the diner. Hearing him shift the Challenger into park and the windshield wipers wiping away the raindrops, there was a sigh coming from him before he shifted what looked like a concerned look in her direction.

"How old are you?" he asked.

Hell, no. There was no way in hell she was going to receive pity from some random stranger. She got more than she wanted from her sister. And speaking of sister, it appeared that Meg decided to show up early because Paige spotted the Camry her sister drove. Considering the car she was in and what Dhusk looked like, Meg would probably think Paige had gone from using drugs to being a prostitute.

"You should know it's rude to ask a girl her age," countered Paige. Her hand wrapped itself around the handle the same time Dhusk locked it. Glaring at him, she manually unlocked the door only to have it locked on her ass again. The two continued to have a pointless battle that those two minutes were long gone. Paige was now four minutes late to work and Meg was probably thinking her little sis was in some gutter.

"Fine! I'm twenty-two. Happy now?"

Dhusk stopped clicking the lock button long enough for Paige to push the door open a bit. "And you're using heroin? You're just a kid," he said. That was definitely concern in his eyes when he spoke every word.

She wouldn't be using if she had a choice. But since it was the only thing helping her through her situation, it was the only card she had been dealt with and it was working. Using was her only choice.

Thinking about her decisions in life had Paige looking away and out the window in time to see Meg storming out of the diner. Her sister raised her umbrella over her head and started looking around the parking lot as she made her way to the car.

"Shit," mumbled Paige.

Forgetting that it was pouring outside, Paige got out of the car right when a truck drove by and splashed her with water. Pausing a second to let her anger seethe through her tiny body, it was through her pause that Meg saw her. Paige swore she heard her sister's heels click against the concrete in her direction. What made the situation worse was when Dhusk got out of the car and walked around the front to approach Paige. Just the sight of him had Meg stopping on the sidewalk and glaring daggers at her sister.

"Paige."

"Look." Spinning around and nearly slipping on the wet road, Paige placed her hand on Dhusk's chest as an attempt to keep him back. "Thanks for the ride. But don't think you can get all warm and fuzzy on me because you saw what I was doing with those guys. And don't start saying I have a life to look forward to and stop using. You don't know the first thing about me and I'd like to keep it that way. Now get out of here before you get me into more trouble than I'm already in."

For a second, it was like Dhusk wanted to argue with her. Then he sighed and that concern for her seemed to go up a notch. Paige got a feeling this guy had a good heart and was just trying to do some right.

Paige glanced over her shoulder to find her sister nearing the sidewalk. Any closer and she could just imagine Meg embarrassing her in front of Dhusk. Then people would stop at the sight of her sister and start causing a scene. It would eventually lead to her employer coming out and possibly firing her.

When Paige looked at Dhusk once more, she was a bit surprised when he waved goodbye and made his way back in his car. He was careful to pull away so he wouldn't splash her. Paige watched as his taillights burned red so he could stop at a light before taking a turn and driving off.

"Paige!"

Hearing her name being used in her sister's stern voice, Paige sighed as she turned around to face Meg. Her situation wasn't any better considering her big sis gained an extra two inches thanks to her office heels. Meg held her umbrella over her body which protected her pant suit from the rain. Hair pulled back in a tight bun, strands of brown hair dangled over her angry brown eyes. Every time Paige looked at her sister dressed in her professional clothing, she felt a little ashamed considering she barely made it through high school and was waiting tables while Meg was the golden child and worked at a law firm.

"Who was that?" demanded her sister.

Paige rolled her eyes and shoved past her sister. The window shades were drawn up so she could see two other waitresses working their tables. No one was occupying her tables which meant she could dry up before clocking in. As Paige crossed the street with her sister right on her heels, she couldn't but stuff her hands in her pockets only to find something blocking her path. That was when she remembered she was wearing the leather jacket.

Maybe she could sell it online if Dusk or Hhavoc didn't claim it in the next day or two.

"Paige," snapped Meg. "Answer me now. Who was that guy and why were you with him?"

"Will you give it a rest?" Paige grumbled. They were now at the back door for employees to enter. Placing on hand on the handle, Paige ran her fingers once more through her short hair. It was brown just like her sister's and so were her eyes. In fact, when they were younger, people would sometimes mistake her and Meg as twins. They were two years apart so it was understandable for the confusion. Now it seemed impossible for the mishap considering how they physically appeared to the public.

"He was just a guy giving me a ride."

Meg didn't look convinced because her eyes narrowed. Her sister would've spouted some nonsense if it weren't for Paige slipping through the door and closing it. She knew she would be receiving hell when she got home. Then again, she and Meg barely saw one another considering she had the night shifts and her sister worked during the day. Maybe Meg would be too tired to wait up for her sister tonight. Either way, Paige just wasn't in the mood to be given the speech.

"Collins."

One of the waitresses called Paige by her last name which caught her attention. Bringing her head up, she called back and the woman told her she had a customer at her table. Thanking her for the heads up, she waited until she was alone in the back. Now that she was completely alone, Paige made her way to where the lockers were stacked up against the wall. She quickly spun the dial on her lock and opened up the door. Inside was a spare black shirt in case for emergencies and her apron. Tossing in the jacket and shucking off the wet shirt, Paige slipped into her fresh shirt and had just finished tying her apron when her hands started shaking.

Paige balled her hands into fists and prayed like hell for the shaking to stop. The shakes weren't from withdrawal. She finished her last batch last night so that was out of the question. This was something different all together and was the reason behind her drug use.

There was a clattering sound coming from the kitchen and the cooks muttering to one another. Hearing the dishes sent a wave of panic down Paige's body. Her fear and sharp breaths was all it took for the shaking to cease. Only then did the dishes stop. The cooks mumbled what sounded like prayers before the sounds of food grilling replaced the silent room.

Flexing her hands and staring down at her palms, Paige hoped she could make it until she got her next fix. It was only a matter of time before things got out of control. And she sure as hell didn't want that to ever happen again.