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The Divine Right of Kings	By : vinsmouse Category: G through L > Hardy Boys Series Views: 5915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

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Chapter 4

Edith Cohen glanced at the clock, her concern growing as she saw it was nearly six o’clock. Phil knew dinner was served promptly at six. While he sometimes missed dinner he always called to inform her. Her son knew she worried, especially after his father’s death, he wouldn’t worry her needlessly. Picking up the phone she dialed her son’s cell phone. Her concern only increased as the phone went to voice mail. Should she call the police? As Phil was a minor she knew the normal 24 hour waiting period would be waived, but it wasn’t very late. Perhaps she was being silly? The clock chimed.

“Edith, I’m not late am I?”

Edith turned towards her brother Paul. He had come to stay with her after Henry’s death. Finding Bayport to his liking, he had set up a law practice and settled down. Though he had his own home he often came for dinner with his sister and nephew. “No dear, not at all,” she absently replied, glancing once more at the clock.

Paul frowned. “Is something wrong?” It wasn’t difficult to see that Edith was worried.

“I don’t really know,” Edith answered. “Phil isn’t home and his phone went to voice mail.”

“He’s probably just running behind schedule,” Paul tried to reassure her. His sister had always been a worrier; she had only grown worse after Henry’s death.

“I suppose.”

Paul could see she wasn’t really convinced. “What if I…”

“I think I’ll just phone the Hardy’s, he said he might go over there,” Edith interrupted him.

Laura was in the kitchen fixing supper while Red stood watch over her. Blue eyes had remained in the living room with the boys. Seeing the sharp knives in the butcher block she was tempted to attack Red. No, she couldn’t risk it. If she failed in freeing them from these men Joe would suffer the consequences. Laura shuddered, remembering the way Blue eyes kept stroking her son, his hair, his arm. She was terrified as she considered what it might mean. It hadn’t escaped her notice that Joe flinched each time the man touched him. Her fear for her son grew with each touch, each flinch.

The phone rang, Laura jumped.

Blue eyes suddenly appeared in the kitchen door. “Answer it, don’t try anything stupid.”

“I won’t,” Laura promised. Hurrying to the phone she picked up the receiver. “Hello. Oh hello Edith,” she answered brightly, doing her best to sound normal. “No dear, I’m afraid Phil isn’t here.” She listened for a moment. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about Edith. He probably just lost track of time. Of course dear, if I see him I’ll tell him to come straight home. Good-bye.”

“Very good Laura,” Blue eyes praised. “Is supper almost ready?”

“Yes, in a few minutes.”

“Bring it into the living room when it’s done, we’ll eat there.”

Laura nodded. Turning away, she moved back to the counter and the hamburgers she was putting the finishing touches on. Blue eyes had dictated the menu, burgers and fries. She suspected he wanted them to have no need for silverware, thereby depriving them of weapons. Plates ready, she began carrying them to the living room. Blue eyes untied the boys when the first plates arrived. Several trips later prisoners and intruders alike were enjoying their food and sodas.

Red frowned. Picking up his soda he returned to the kitchen, coming back a minute later with a glass of tea.

“Are you boys alright?” Laura quietly asked Frank and Phil. She wanted, more than anything, to ask the same question of Joe, but he was being kept next to Blue eyes, making conversation impossible.

“We’re fine mom,” Frank assured her. Phil nodded in agreement.

“Joe?” she asked her eldest.

Frank glared. “That jerk keeps touching him.” It had been torture for Frank as he was forced to watch, helpless to keep the man away from his brother. Every time Joe flinched he wanted to beat the man to a pulp. Tied and facing armed intruders, there was nothing he could do to protect his little brother. Now he was untied but both men were in the room, both with guns and entirely too close to Joe.

Alex and Red exchanged amused glances. Seeing their concern for the blond, knowing what they feared, was just the sort of entertainment the two men enjoyed.

Alex moved his hand, bringing it up to run through Joe’s hair. “Are you enjoying your burger pet?” he softly asked, though not so softly the others couldn’t hear. He smiled as the boy shuddered. Joe was clearly uncomfortable with his touch. Alex wasn’t offended; he knew that would soon change.

“Yes sir,” Joe quietly replied. He didn’t understand why the man spoke to him like he did. Nor did he understand the gentle touches. Joe only knew he didn’t like either one. Doing his best to ignore Alex he continued eating.

Soon everybody was done and Red was retying Laura and the boys, with the exception of Joe. Alex hadn’t allowed him to be retied since the second whipping. An hour after supper Alex grabbed his stomach.

“You stupid bitch,” he snarled in Laura’s direction. “Watch them Red,” he ordered as he jumped to his feet. Hurrying from the room he nearly ran up the stairs to the bathroom.

Red grinned as Alex disappeared up the steps. Moving to the couch, he pulled Joe to his feet. “Not a word,” he warned them all. Gripping the boy’s arm tightly he pulled him towards the kitchen.

Frank stared at his mother in disbelief. “What did you do Mom?”

Laura shook her head. “I didn’t do anything, I swear. I wouldn’t do anything to make them hurt Joe again.” It hurt that her son thought she would. She couldn’t blame him, however, not after her earlier attempt when Phil had arrived.

“Um, Frank,” Phil spoke up from beside his friend. “If we could get loose before they come back maybe we could overpower them,” he suggested.

Frank nodded. He would worry later about what his mother had or hadn’t done.

Joe was shaking by the time they entered the kitchen. He didn’t know what his mom had done but he knew he would pay for it. Joe had a bad feeling that the punishment that Red came up with would be worse than what Alex had done. Expecting to be led to the table, Joe gasped in surprise and pain as he was shoved against the wall.

“I’m going to have fun with you boy,” Red leered. He took a pocket knife from his jeans, opening it with one hand. Pulling back enough to maneuver, he drew the knife across Joe’s chest, making a shallow cut. A thrill of anticipation ran through him as the child cried out. Leaning forward he swiped his tongue along the cut, enjoying the shudders running through the body he was pinning. “You taste delicious baby boy,” he told the child in a leering tone.

“Please stop,” Joe pleaded in a fear filled voice. “Please.”

Laura, Frank and Phil listening from the living room were horrified. They couldn’t hear everything but what they could hear was chilling them to the bone. Heeding Phil’s suggestion, they had begun to struggle in earnest to free themselves from the ropes keeping them prisoner. It was to no avail.

Red chuckled. It wasn’t a pleasant sound. “I like to hear you beg,” he purred. “Beg some more,” he ordered as he made another cut. Once more he swiped the blood with his tongue. He leered as the child begged for mercy. Ignoring the pleading, he made another cut and another, each one lower than the next as he moved towards his ultimate goal. Excited he pushed himself against the boy, reveling in the fearful sounds the blond was making.

Joe struggled to get free from Red’s hold. It was useless, the man was too strong. He begged, pleading with him to stop. It was no use. The cuts continued, each followed by the swipe of Red’s tongue. Joe wanted to be sick. When he felt the man pressing against him he was sure he would be. Suddenly the weight pinning him to the wall disappeared.

“You son of a bitch,” Alex cursed as he pulled Red away from Joe. “He’s not for you, understand?” he growled the question.

Red gulped for effect. “Yeah, sure Alex,” Red stuttered. “I didn’t know you’d mind,” he added.

Alex glared. “Well now you know. Go take care of the others, you’ve done enough here.”

Red left the room without another word.

Laura and the boys glared at Red. Though relieved that he was away from Joe they couldn’t help their disappointment at their failure to free themselves. They didn’t know if they would have another chance.

“What did you do to my brother?” Frank demanded.

“Frank,” Phil whispered a warning to remind his friend of the consequences if he made these men angry.

Red’s only response was a feral grin.

Alex turned around to see Joe, arms wrapped around himself, shaking violently. “Joey?” he softly called as he stepped closer to the boy. He wasn’t surprised at the flinch. He knew if there hadn’t been a wall behind him the child would have backed away from him.

“I won’t hurt you Joey,” he assured the boy. Moving slowly he closed the distance between them. Wrapping his arms around the young teen he felt a flinch. He began to rub the boy’s back, whispering soothing words to him. Suddenly the boy collapsed against him, sobbing his fear and revulsion into Alex’s chest. “Shhhh, you’re okay now pet,” Alex soothed. He smiled in satisfaction, the game was moving along perfectly.

Joe could hardly believe the safe feeling he had as Alex’s arms wrapped around him. He didn’t understand any of this. Why was he letting Alex comfort him? He’d only thought he’d been afraid earlier. Now…now he knew what real fear was.

“I’m sorry Red did that to you Joey,” Alex softly apologized.

“Not your fault,” Joe whispered. “It was…” he pulled away form Alex. “Are you going to punish me now?” he asked, looking down at the floor.

“Punish…” Alex broke off as he realized what Joe meant. He shook his head. “I think Red has punished you more than enough. You ready to go back?” he asked.

“Do I have to?” He didn’t want to see his family right now. Joe was sure they would know what had nearly happened. He flushed, a feeling of shame washing through him. The shame was quickly followed by anger. If his mother hadn’t tried whatever she’d done, spiked their food he guessed, Red wouldn’t have had the chance to hurt him.

“I guess we can wait a few minutes,” Alex decided. “Come here,” he whispered, once more wrapping his arms around the boy.

TBC....

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