Patrick took his tow truck (which was parked in the grocery store parking lot) and loaded James's car and Mark's motorcycle on to the back of it. Then he took the truck and drove it into the alley. After shutting it off again, he grabbed the shackles from the backseat and then went back into the restaurant. Both Mark and James were still out cold. "Just the way I like them," Patrick muttered as got them all chained up. He didn't want them trying to put up a fight until he got them to where he planned on taking them.
Of course, there was one disadvantage to having them both unconscious—they were dead fucking weight. And since both of them were a good three hundred pounds, that wasn't a good thing. "Holy fucking shit," Patrick muttered, "this is going to kill my fucking back." First he carried Mark out and put him in the back seat of James's car. Then he went back in and lugged James out, making sure to stuff him in the trunk of his own car.
Finally, Patrick thought to himself, getting back into his truck and taking off again. After all this time, everything had gone well so far. Now all he needed to do was get James and Mark set back up at his place before they woke up and then he could go hunting for the boys. Since they were both much closer to his size, one would think he wouldn't have much trouble taking them down. But he wasn't stupid enough to take them lightly at all. From what he had observed for the past few months, Cooper was just as tough as James and Mark and Connor was completely unpredictable, to say the least. Neither of them were going to be a walk in the park, that much was certain.
Connor will be easier to go after though. Patrick thought to himself as he pulled out on to the main road. Connor had the mind of a child, so he wouldn't be all that hard to manipulate. Then that would leave Cooper all alone, and he would be more vulnerable than he had ever been in his life.
Patrick hummed under his breath as he kept on driving, glancing out his rear-view mirror to take a look at the vehicles he had on the back of his truck. He hadn't left them at the grocery store because he didn't want Cooper and Connor to have any kind of idea on where to look. He was toying with them, driving them insane with the worry about the fate of the two people who took care of them. He had listened to their messages before he had gone out to get his truck and he heard how their tones went from annoyed, to pissed off, to really fucking worried. It had been really hard to resist calling them back and laughing at them, telling them that their precious daddies were going to get what they deserved. He had resisted though, because he still wanted to maintain his element of surprise. And having them hear his voice before he confronted either of them face to face would take away that advantage.
Of course, if Mark or James get free or the boys…no, I'm not even going there. Patrick wasn't about to let doubts start filling his head now. He knew damn well that he was screwed if something went wrong. None of the people he was dealing with were amateurs. Sure they were all brutes who didn't have the brains he did, but once they were taken by surprise the first time, it was going to be very hard to do it again. That was why he absolutely had to maintain control of this situation now. There was no turning back from this.
Luckily, he had no interest in turning back or giving up his control. He had waited way too long for this. This wasn't even about his parents as much as it had been before. After months of watching the Lawson clan, the idea of taking them all out single handily was thrilling, to say the least. The monsters that could walk around unnoticed despite their lack of finesse, the way they usually dominated everyone they went after…this was a game that was way too fun to pass up. And so far I'm winning, so ha fucking ha. I'm not stopping until I get every single member of this fucking family…and anyone else who tries to get in my way.
…….
"Connor, for the love of God, let's go back and drop the damn dog off at the house," Cooper muttered. "He's driving me fucking crazy."
Connor pouted and scratched Snoopy behind the ears. They had already been to the house once to check and see if Mark and James were there. Their daddies hadn't been there; in fact, the food Mark had cooked hadn't even been touched. That had set Cooper into more of a tizzy, and Connor was starting to get really freaked out. He just had this feeling that something really bad had happened. He hadn't told Cooper about it because his brother was on the verge of completely freaking out, but it was a feeling that would not go away.
"Are you even listening to me?" Cooper snapped. "Connor? Connor!"
"I heard you the first time!" Connor growled. He hugged Snoopy tightly. "And I don't want to take Snoopy back! What if Mark and Daddy got snatched from the house? The people could come back when we're gone and take poor Snoopy away."
"There wasn't any sign of a struggle." Cooper muttered, although he did turn a few shades paler at that thought. He took a deep breath and turned right. "And both Dad's car and Mark's bike are gone. Whatever happened to them probably didn't happen there."
Connor sighed and looked at Snoopy. The beagle put his paws on Connor's chest and licked his face. "Snoopy says they were kidnapped," Connor announced.
Cooper glared at him. "The dog didn't say anything because he can't talk."
"Yes he can! You just can't hear him because you're a dick!" Connor gave Snoopy a big kiss on the nose. Stupid Cooper was so mean sometimes. If Connor didn't love him so much the relationship would have come to a violent end a long time ago.
"Damn it Connor, please don't keep up with your bullshit," Cooper pleaded. "I really, really cannot take it right now."
Connor tilted his head to the side and studied his older brother carefully. Cooper had a look on his face that he hadn't seen since that one time he had fallen out of the tree in their front yard and nearly had broken his neck. "Cooper?" he said quietly, almost afraid to find out what was going on in his brother's mind.
Cooper bit his lower lip before pulling the car over. "Connor?"
"Whatty?"
"Mark and Dad aren't okay, are they?"
Connor frowned. "Why are you asking me?" It was a stupid question. He knew damn well why already.
Cooper clenched the steering wheel tightly. "You're the one who has a feeling for these kinds of things," he said, needlessly explaining why he even asked. "Connor please, just be honest with me."
Connor gulped. This wasn't going to get a good reaction. "They're not okay," he said quietly. "I think they're in big trouble."
Cooper's knuckles began to turn white because of how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. "Do you think we'll find them?" he asked.
Connor thought about it long and hard. He even looked at Snoopy for advice. But nothing came to him. "I don't know," he said, shrinking back because he knew that the answer he had just given was not what Cooper had wanted to hear.
Growling under his breath, Cooper got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Snoopy began whining and barking as the older man started hitting the shit out of the side of the car. Connor winced and hugged Snoopy tightly. "Ssshhh, it's going to be okay," he said, not even really believing it himself. "It's going to be okay…"
...
Standing by the kitchen sink, Tom was in the process of second-guessing himself once again. If something had indeed happened to James and Mark, then it was probably a really stupid thing he'd done, giving Cooper his phone number. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time I've fucked myself. He turned off the kitchen light and walked into the bedroom. Maybe a good night's sleep would put things into perspective.
"Coming to bed, Jeffers?" Tom asked
"In a couple. Just gonna put Lizzie to bed first."
"Don't take too long." Tom kissed Jeff on the top of the head when he passed.
"I won't."
...
Cooper stared at the receipt on the floor. It had fallen out of his pocket while he was getting ready for bed. If it hadn't, he wouldn't even think twice about it, but when Connor had feelings like this, rarely was he far off.
"Fuckity fuck fuck." Cooper grabbed his cell phone, then put it back on the table. "I'll call him in the morning." He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, desperately trying to take his mind off the fact that he and Connor still didn't know where the fuck James and Mark were. Maybe they'll be here in the morning, he thought hopefully. Maybe this will turn out to be a horrible joke and Connor will be wrong for once.
…….
"I thought you had a rule about don't trust anyone..." Tom leaned against the side of his viper, smoking a cigarette.
"I'm a Lawson. We usually don't play by the rules." Cooper answered
"I know." Three months ago, Tom would've prayed for a situation like this to come along. The only logical explanation he could come to for what he was doing was that he and Mark had patched up their relationship. "But that still doesn't explain why I am in the middle of nowhere, doing this?"
"You gave me your fuckin' number," Cooper answered "I didn't want that twink of a husband of yours to get suspicious."
"Jeff? He's always suspicious... he gave me a grilling about what we were talking about when he came to bed." Tom shrugged. "The big question is why the hell does it always hafta rain?"
"Someone up there is fuckin' with us." Tom pointed to his car. "Climb in."
Cooper had taken James' motorcycle, so he wouldn't wake Connor up when he left. Tom followed Cooper into the backseat.
"I'm assumin' you got an idea," Tom stretched out.
"No... I was hopin' you would," Cooper replied.
"Me? It's your fathers we're goin' after. I just offered to provide muscle if it came to that." Tom stated.
"Connor thinks something bad's happened to them. When he has feelings like this, he's usually right on..." The cracks Tom had noticed in Cooper's facade at the house were back, larger this time. "Last time he had feelings this strong..." Dredging up the memory of how Connor knew Annabelle was going to die was too much for even Cooper and he started to cry, something he hadn't done since that night many years ago.
"At least you got to say goodbye to yours." Tom responded wistfully, remembering the phone call from his aunt many months ago. "All I got was a phone call."
Cooper wiped his nose on his arm, sniffling loudly, then mumbled something that sounded like 'Stop being a fuckin' pussy.'
"Don't be so hard on yourself." Tom did something that Cooper did not expect. He kissed him, softly, on the forehead. "Pussy, I don't think so, but fuckin'... that's another story."
Cooper's eyes, still shiny with tears, went wide.
"I know that's what you wanted, calling me out here." Tom stroked the side of his face, the muscles in Cooper's cheek trembling at the slight touch.
"But how did you...?" Cooper was unaware of how easily Tom had read him earlier.
"I saw the way you were looking at Jeff, as well as me." A lustful gleam was in Tom's eyes. "This time, I am not letting Jeff have all the fun." He grabbed the front of Cooper's shirt and ripped it open.
Cooper groaned when the cool air hit his skin.
"You work out?" Tom stared at Cooper's muscular chest.
"Fuck no... just good genes."
"Speaking of jeans..." Tom reached for the bulge in Cooper's.
A few one-night stands (topping, bottoming…he wasn't the little slut Connor could be and he wasn't always trying to dominate like James did; he just went with the flow) and the occasional night with Connor aside (Connor was difficult to get into the mood sometimes, so half the time it wasn't worth the effort), Cooper's sex life was pretty much dormant. He'd taken to killing early on and found that it released the same endorphins as sex so he'd stuck with what he had an easier time getting.
"You okay Coop?" Tom's eyes were mesmerizing. Cooper realized he'd been staring into them like an idiot.
"Fuck, yeah!" Cooper exclaimed.
"You got it." With his left hand, Tom started to unbuckle Cooper's belt while, with his right, he took his chin into his hand and pressed their lips together. The kiss sent an electrical surge through his body. Whether it was just the pheromones or there was something cosmic about it, Cooper was zoned into to the duality of the feelings from his head and his groin.
Cooper melted at the touches. Tom quickly got his jeans open and caressed the boxer-covered swelling with first his fingers, then with his lips, soaking the thin material. Cooper groaned, arching his hips upward for more.
Wordless moans exited his lips when his aching cock was finally freed and soon enveloped in a hotness that almost brought him off right away. He hissed when something slippery brushed against the hole in the top.
"Ahhhh... more Tom, pleeeeease...."
"Don't worry, there's a lot more. More than you can handle," Tom chuckled, yanking Cooper's legs forward; his jeans and shorts flying off in the process.
He's gonna fuck me. He's gonna fuck me. He's gonna... "Oh, fuck me!" Cooper screamed when Tom thrust inside him without any warning.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" Tom grunted with each thrust, riding Cooper like a bull at a country fair.
Knowing that Tom wasn't going to let him take any control, Cooper fell back against the door and let the oldest Hardy have his way with him. Tom's heavy breathing and his own moans of pleasure were soon mixed together.
Losing himself in what was happening, Cooper suddenly realized that their grunts and moans had turned into yelps and whines... almost like a dog.
Snoopy? What the hell is that dog doing here? Cooper thought, then everything started to disintegrate. He blinked twice and it was gone. There was no car, no Tom, and most of all no hot sex... it was all a dream.
"God fucking damn it!" Cooper screamed.
The yelps and whines that had destroyed his fantasy were being made by Snoopy, scratching at the door to his bedroom.
"Fuckin' dog! Connor!"
Cooper waited for his brother to come claim his dog so he could get back to sleep, not that he'd have a chance to restart his dream. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen, and Snoopy was still scratching at the door.
"Dammit Connor," Cooper groaned, pulling the blankets from his body. "Fuck!" He was still painfully hard.
He opened his door a crack and yes, Snoopy was there. He looked up at Cooper, and whined again, then pushed his way into the room.
"Hey! You don't sleep here!" Cooper protested.
Snoopy jumped on Cooper's bed and fell asleep in minutes, snoring softly.
"Don't get too comfortable," Cooper grumbled, walking down the hall to his brother's room. Either Connor was going to get Snoopy off his bed immediately so Cooper could get back to sleep, or the younger psycho was going to give up his ass first and then get the damn mutt. But no matter what was chosen, Snoopy was not spending the night in Cooper's room.
Why'd he let the dog out in the first place? He always sleeps with his door closed!
No sooner had he asked himself this, he received his reply. Connor's door was wide open... and he was long gone.
