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But this boy…he would be the last.
What they were doing was illegal. Some might even say it was unconscionable. Thomas saw it as a necessary evil.
They’d have no idea what they were taking into their homes. Not until it was too late.
Working as a pediatric psychiatrist showed a person just how inhuman humans could be,
As far as the government is concerned, he doesn’t exist.”
Given the type of people these doctors were forced to endure, it was only fair they were suspicious of him. They should be. But he wasn’t the problem, he was the solution.
You can’t fix a psychopath. You can’t fix a sociopath. But you can guide them, hone their focus. Teach them how to direct their rage towards those who deserve it.”
“How do you raise a house full of psychopaths, Dr. Mulvaney?” she asked, looking back through the glass at the small boy. “Very carefully, Dr. Arbor. Very carefully.”
Thomas thought he was perfect. A perfect specimen. His final boy.
Adam had no baseline for normal. He could only watch and mimic what he saw. He wasn’t a six-year-old boy. He was a six-year-old robot currently downloading the software that made a six-year-old boy.
It was strange how seamlessly one could blend if they just pretended they belonged.
In truth, Adam was nobody.
His father would resurrect him just to kill him again if he got himself merced in this part of town.
“People really don’t see who you are, do they? You lie so easily.”
Hallmark didn’t make ‘sorry your dad was a piece of shit’ cards.
He didn’t want to tell anyone. Some weird part of him wanted to keep Noah all to himself.
What would he do when the drugs stopped working?
He wished Adam wasn’t so beautiful. It would have been better that way.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Noah asked, voice almost hopeful. Adam scanned his face for a long moment. “Probably, yeah. But you might like it.”
What the fuck was happening?
Atticus was tall and fair with a gym body and ginger hair. He looked like a Mormon and a tax attorney had a baby with shitty eyesight.
“I’m sorry to pull you away from the coke you were probably snorting off some rent boy’s ass.”
“Oh, yes. Please tell us again how being Dad’s favorite is so hard.”
Has it ever occurred to you that I did you all a favor by never applying myself?” Atticus snorted. “How so?” Adam grinned. “I half-ass everything and still rise to the top. Imagine if I was using my full potential. I’d leave both of you in the dust. I’m the black sheep by choice.”
Half of his brothers liked dick, two of them didn’t care about gender at all, and August…well, Adam was pretty sure he was a fucking android.
Mutually assured destruction was the glue that held their fucked up little family together.
There was something about Noah following his orders that went straight to his dick
If Noah gave him permission, Adam didn’t know if he could stop himself from pushing him to the limits.
And there was always somebody willing to play with him, but since that very first night with Noah, there’d been nobody but Noah.
Adam wanted to be the one who made him cry, who made him whimper and moan and sigh. Maybe even the one who made him scream.
Fuck, he hoped Noah didn’t somehow think he was a good person.
Adam was the worst, a bad guy who did bad things to bad people for good reasons.
He now knew the truth about what happened to him as a child, for better or worse. Mostly worse. Definitely worse. Maybe not all of it. But enough.
Noah didn’t know much, but he knew he wasn’t alone. His father hadn’t been alone either.
Death seemed peaceful where Noah’s life was chaos. Death seemed preferable to loneliness. And Noah couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t lonely.
“Yeah, okay. You win. Let’s go to sleep. Don’t get handsy,” Noah ordered, secretly hoping he would.
From the moment he’d seen him standing there, holding that gun on him, Adam had just known he wasn’t going to let him go. Ever.
I guess I like how weird you are.”
Time seemed to blur around Noah, like it was Adam who was high. Maybe he was high and Noah was his drug. If so, he was already hooked.
“If I don’t stop, this is going to get messy.” “I don’t care. Don’t stop. Make me come,”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Don’t stop, right there. You feel so fucking good. Harder. Oh…fuck. Yes. Yes. Please. Please. Please.”
I don’t like being high, I just hate remembering. Things were easier when I didn’t remember.”
“Bite me, spank me, pull my hair? Tell me I’m bad, tell me all the things you’re gonna do to me. Make me take it. Pin me down by my wrists and trap me against a mattress. Dry hump me until I come?”
Fuck, he liked making him smile.
Adam was starting to think he and Noah watched entirely different porn.
Adam was a match and Noah was gasoline-soaked paper,
If he didn’t stop saying things like that, Noah was going to do something stupid like fall in love with a murderer.
He liked the attention. For better or worse.
“Why did you tell her I’m your boyfriend?” Adam frowned. “Because telling her that you’re the son of one of my murder victims and we’re together because I happened to get off with you this morning sounded like a mouthful.”
“I don’t need to know everything about you to know that you’re what I want.”
