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 CONTENTS
A note to my smut sluts
Content Warnings
Breaking Boston Playlist
Go ahead
Prologue
1. The Bully
2. The Escape
3. The Fear
4. The Blindfold
5. The Masterpiece
6. The Undoing
7. The Unmasking
8. The Reunion
9. The Cravings
10. The Punishment
11. The Betrayal
12. The Dancer
13. The Murder
14. The Remedy
15. The Captive
16. The Masks
17. The Obsession
18. The Gun
19. The Realization
20. The Condom
21. The First
22. The Binge
23. The Journal
24. The Revenge
25. The Fruit Roll-Up
26. The Cum-Cubes
27. The Last Shot
Epilogue
Thank You
About the Author
Also by KM ROGNESS

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Breaking Boston
Copyright © 2024 by KM ROGNESS
All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the
publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
Cover Designer: Disturbed Valkyrie Designs
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 A NOTE TO MY SMUT SLUTS

This book contains explicit, mature, and intense content that may be
distressing or triggering to some readers and is not suitable for anyone
under the age of 18. Remember, your mental health is important, so if
you see any triggers or tropes below that upset you or make you
uncomfortable, then please, don't continue reading. This is perfectly
okay. I understand that my work isn't for everyone.
But if you do continue with the story after reading the triggers and
tropes, I hope you fucking enjoy it!

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 CONTENT WARNINGS

This book explores dark elements and content, such as:

stalking, bullying, MFM, masked men, child abuse (in flashbacks),
dubcon + CNC, explicit sexual content, Dark smut, cum play, drug
abuse + addiction (IV users), group scenes, foster care, forbidden
elements, dominant, protective, obsessive, OTT + possessive MMCS,
knife play, gunplay, spitting, choking, attempted suicide, forced
proximity, DV + SA (not between MCS), violence, criminal activity

For a full list of triggers, visit my website

https://kmrogness.godaddysites.com
This is the only warning provided, and reader discretion is strongly advised.
Take care of your well-being and mental health.

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 To my husband, thank you for your patience with me, your continued
support, and your inspiration. I love you to Pluto…
This is for all the girls out there—the smut sluts—who wish a walking red
flag (or two) in a mask would protect them, stalk them, and call them
their “good girl.".

—Stay dark, stay twisted, & stay smutty… good girl—

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 BREAKING BOSTON PLAYLIST

THE PLAYLIST THAT FUCKING BROKE ME.

Thunder—Boys Like Girls
Until the day I die—Story of the Year
Moaning Lisa—Diggy Graves
Buried Myself Alive—The Used
Somewhere I belong—Linkin Park
Make Damn Sure—Taking Back Sunday
Creature—Tech N9ne, Jelly Roll
Vanilla—Jack Harlow
Soco Amaretto Lime—Brandnew
Dirty Little Secret—All American Rejects
Straight jackets and Roses—Diggy Graves
18—Dave Melillo
Straight Jackets and Roses—Diggy Graves
Face Down—The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Hands Down—Dashboard Confessional
Over My Head—The Fray
Cute Girl—Diggy Graves
Wonderwall—Oasis
Memory—Sugarcult
 Vindicated—Dashboard Confessional
I'll Be—Edwin McCain
Halo—Tech N9ne
Your Guardian Angel—The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
You and Me—Lifehouse
Iris—Goo Goo Dolls

Listen here

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 GO AHEAD

BE A GOOD GIRL AND TURN THE PAGE.

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 PROLOGUE
BOSTON

T
he sound of the rain hitting the roof wakes me up from another chaotic
nightmare.
I can hear my foster parents yelling again, and as I sit up, I hear
Lux yelling back. It's always a fight with them, but usually Donovan joins
in.
I grab the only thing I have that reminds me of my parents—a journal—
and open it to the last page I was on.
Reading it gives me strength. Knowing some of the things my mom and
dad went through makes me feel closer to them. Thirteen is a hard age to
master, and I'm finding that out every day. But reading my mom's words
helped me through a lot of things my foster parents should've.
If Debbie and Bobby found out I had it, they'd take it and burn it right in
front of me. For foster parents, they're evil, not a loving bone in their body.
Hearing something crash, glass shattering to the floor, I quickly hide the
journal under my mattress and take a deep breath before standing up.
Lux is still yelling, his voice filled with anger and frustration. I know I
should intervene—to try and calm the situation down as much as I can. But
Debbie will take her anger out on me like she's done so many times before.
Just thinking about it makes the scars on my body burn, sending a rush
of heat and pain all throughout me.
"Where is it, you little thief?" Bobby yells, the sound of a slap echoes all
the way up here.
 "I didn't take your shit, Bobby!" Lux yells, his voice cracking, dripping
with anger.
Despite the fear and uncertainty that clouds my mind, I slowly walk
towards the source of the commotion, steeling myself for whatever may
come, hiding on the staircase where I can see everything.
After some more yelling and hitting, I hear Bobby storm off, slamming
the front door behind him. I run down the stairs in a panic, praying to a God
I don't believe in that Lux is alright.
As I enter the room, I catch Lux's freshly bruised eye and see the raw
emotions in his expression; the pain in his liquid blue eyes. I can't help but
feel a surge of empathy for him.
We may not be related by blood, but we share the same pain of being
trapped in this oppressive household, where abuse of all forms is an
everyday occurrence for us.
I place a hand on his shoulder and whisper, "Are you alright, Lux?"
His blue eyes shift, turning to ice as they meet mine, and for a moment,
I see a glint of darkness within them. His dimples pop as he cracks a small
smile, his lip bloody from another one of Bobby's punches.
"I'm fucking golden, Boston," he says in a painful whisper, his eyes
welling with tears. But they never fall. He puts on a brave face, trying to
stay composed for me.
But I know he's masking something dark, something sinister… and he'll
never tell me.
We may not have much, but in each other, we have a bond that can't be
broken—a bond that transcends the harsh reality of our daily lives. And
with that realization, a small flame of determination ignites within me, need
and desire coursing through my veins.
"Let's go upstairs, Lux," I whisper, trying to block out the sound of
Debbie yelling at Donovan, my heart bleeding for him.
He notices the look on my face, so he cups my cheeks and forces my
eyes on his. “D will be okay, trust me. Let me take you upstairs, pretty girl,”
Lux growls, dark seduction dripping from his voice. I nod, in a trance as he
takes my hand, quickly leading me out of the living room and back upstairs.
Shutting my bedroom door, he runs his shaky hands through his tousled,
blonde locks, pacing so much his black Jordans are wearing the carpet
down.
 "What happened?" I sit on my bed and clutch my blanket; a meaningful
gift from my last foster family.
"Bobby is drunk again and thought me and Donovan took his beer. But
we didn't, Boston." He looks at me, his eyes fixating on mine. Slowly
walking over to the bed, he sits down, grabbing my hand in his.
"Donovan and I are thinking about leaving, pretty girl," he admits, his
eyes never leaving mine.
My heart begins to ache, knowing that if they leave, I'll be the target of
Bobby and Debbie's rage. Ever since I got to this house, Lux and Donovan
took me under their wing, protecting me from the violent assaults they go
through day after day. They were older than me by four years, but that never
stopped them from trying to protect me. I was their little sister, and they
were my big brothers.
"You can't leave, Lux. You can't leave me here alone with them." My
voice comes out shaky and fear grips my heart, making my chest tight and
painful.
As he sits down beside me, tugging me onto his lap, my bedroom door
opens and Donovan walks in, his face bruised and swollen like Lux's. He
says nothing as he walks over to the bed, cupping my face in his warm
hands. He crashes his lips down on mine, kissing me hungrily. His tongue
explores my mouth as I swirl mine around in his, trying to keep up with his
movements. Pulling away, he smiles, but the corners of his lips don't reach
his hypnotic, green eyes; there's so much pain within them, all caused by
the people who are supposed to protect us.
"We can't stay here, little bird; it's not safe for any of us."
I bolt up, already missing the warmth from Lux's lap. Still, with my
hands on my hips, I glare at them, speechless, and feeling betrayed.
Donovan's fingers lock around my wrist, and a gentle but firm tug has me
sitting back down on the bed.
This is serious, I can tell. But they both know I don't do well in these
types of situations. My anxiety begins to consume me, fear gripping my
throat.
Donovan and Lux look at me through swollen, black eyes, my heart
ripping in two from their pain alone. I reached out to hold their hands, as we
did so many times before this.
"Tell me what happened," I whisper, forcing a smile. "And don't feed
me some bullshit about stealing beer."
 They share a look with each other, then turn their gaze back to me,
simply shaking their heads in silence.
"Lux, tell me," I demand, pulling my hands out of their grasp.
"The less you know, the better, pretty girl. Just... trust me, please." He
lowers his head and rests it in my lap, his warm breath setting my inner
thighs on fire.
"We're leaving... tonight, little bird," Donovan says, filling the silence
that followed Lux, his voice slightly cracking.
As chaos begins to erupt in my head, my jaw drops, and I struggle with
the words to tell them how I'm feeling. I can feel the tears forming in my
eyes, but I lift my chin, refusing to show defeat.
"You can't leave. Please, don't leave me here with them," I plead with
them, but my words fall on deaf ears.
"We have to, Boston, and you know that. We're gonna fucking end up
dead if we stay here any longer," Lux growls, finally breaking his silence as
he lifts his head from my lap, his pain-filled eyes locking onto mine.
"Then take me with you. I'll go with you guys tonight." I smile at the
thought of being free from Debbie and Bobby's clutches, but just as soon as
it comes, it fades, knowing they're about to turn me down.
"You can't come with us, at least, not yet," Lux says to me, looking at
Donovan, obviously hiding something from me.
"Why can't I come with you? You know how bad they treat me too!" I
scream, bolting up from my bed.
"Don't fucking yell, Boston. Of course, we want to take you with us, but
it's not safe. We need to make sure everything is planned out and set up
before we can bring you," Donovan explains, his eyes filled with guilt as he
slaps his hand over my mouth and backs me up against my bedroom
window.
"Don't make this fucking harder than it has to be, little bird. You know
how shitty me and Lux feel." He moves his hand away from my mouth,
pushing his palm against the front of my throat.
Lux appears beside him, slowly stepping toward me so his mouth is
right next to my ear. I exhale heavily, knowing that they're right. I can't risk
being caught and dragged back to this hell before we have a solid plan in
place. But the thought of being without them, even for a little while, feels
like a fucking knife twisting in my already scarred chest.
 "Okay," I say quietly, nodding my head in agreement as I look at Lux,
eager tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "But promise me you'll come
back for me."
"We promise, pretty girl. We'll be back for you," Lux reassures me, his
soft lips capturing mine while Donovan peppers kisses all over my neck.
I try to keep my tears from falling, but it's no use; they stream down my
cheeks like falling raindrops, coating my skin in cold wetness.
"We'll always be watching over you, pretty girl. Don't be afraid," Lux
says as he gets up, heading for the door with Donovan.
They leave my room as thunder rolls throughout the city, shaking the
house from the impact. I watch my door close, letting tears stream down my
face freely. A bolt of lightning illuminates the sky, bringing more heavy rain
with it.
Staring out the window, I watch them walk away from the house of
nightmares, leaving me behind. But they have to do this; I know that. I just
wish they'd let me leave with them.
It's not long before my bedroom door opens again, and Bobby stumbles
in, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes invading my nostrils, making nausea
swirl in my stomach.
"Bobby, get out of my room."
I pull the blanket up to my chin to try and keep him away, but it doesn't
work; it never works. Bobby takes what he wants and does it with a sinister
smile on his face and evil in his eyes.
With his hand planted over my mouth to muffle my screams, he climbs
on top of me. I try to fight him off, but he's too strong—no match for a
weak, thirteen-year-old girl.
"You know I love a fighter, Boston. But be a good girl for me tonight;
it'll go by quicker," he mumbles, alcohol heavy on his breath.
Already broken and lost, Bobby breaks me some more, taking my
innocence and any hope I had left inside of me.
Lux and Donovan are gone, and they're not coming back to save me.
This is my hell, and as long as I stay here, I'll never be able to escape it.
Bobby fucking Taylor better watch out. He and Debbie have angered the
beast inside of me, and now I'm coming for them.
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 ONE
THE BULLY
BOSTON

FIVE YEARS LATER

F
reshly brewed coffee wafts deliciously throughout the kitchen, making
my nose tingle as I sniff it in. Making myself a cup to go, I try to hurry,
hoping I don't run into Debbie or Bobby.
But I don't have such luck.
A chill tingles up my spine as Bobby enters the kitchen, my breath
hitching in my throat. Trying to get out unscathed, I sling my bookbag over
my shoulder and grab my coffee, heading for the door. He slams the fridge
shut, mumbling under his breath before he turns to me, blocking my way
out of the kitchen.
"I need you to swing by the packie after school today. I'm out of beer,"
he says in a deep voice, piercing his predatory eyes into mine and making
the chill wrack my body much worse.
"I'm only eighteen, Bobby. I can't go into the liquor store."
His jaw clenches, and he leans in closer as I try to stifle a gag from the
horrendous stench coming off of him.
Stay calm...
"Go to the one a block down, smart-ass. And don't come home until you
have it. I'm in a bad mood, Boston; don't fucking test me."
 He pushes off the wall, slamming his palm against it right beside where
my head is. I flinch, unable to help it. Being hit with random objects over
the last four years will do that.
Without saying anything else, he stumbles away, cursing under his
breath. Adrenaline surges within me, my hands tingling for a fight.
When I do finally make it out of the house, I'm pelted by hard, cold
drops of rain, and my bruised and broken body is soaked within seconds.
Rainy days and thunderstorms are my favorite.
There's something so enchanting about the way the raindrops shimmer
as they drench everything below. It feels like a cleansing for the soul,
veiling our tears and rinsing away the lingering touch of unwanted hands
that have left their mark on our bodies.
The sound of the rain hitting the pavement is like music to my ears—a
soothing symphony that washes away all the day's worries and troubles.
The rhythmic vibrations from the thunder soothe my anxiety and
awaken me, even when I want to crawl out of my skin and hide from the
world.
Every time the bright, captivating lightning streaks across the gloomy
sky, shining a light on things that were meant to stay in the dark, I find
solace in its unpredictable beauty.
The chaos outside seems to mirror the chaos within, and yet, being
surrounded by the storm brings a sense of peace to my restless heart.
I often find myself drifting into a state of introspection during these
storms, feeling free, reflecting on the events that have led me to that
moment. It's as if the storm is a gentle reminder that life is full of mayhem,
unspeakable trauma, and unpredictable turmoil, but also of raw beauty and
hope, even in disastrous conditions.
There's a sense of renewal and rebirth that comes with a stormy, rainy
day, as if the earth itself is being given a fresh start.
And so, I welcome the rain and the thunder, for they are a reminder that
even in the darkest moments, there's always a silver lining.
The rain used to be a sense of comfort for me, Lux, and Donovan. Since
they've been gone, I haven't felt the same way. But I still love rainy days.
I embrace the raindrops, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I
pull out a cigarette and light it. Smoke invades my lungs, and it feels so
fucking good.
 My walk to Lynn English High is always refreshing. But every day I
can feel someone watching me—watching my every move.
Even in the darkest of times, when I'm home and trapped in a
nightmare, I can feel someone watching me—looking out for me. And I'm
not even afraid. Their presence in my life provides a strange sense of
comfort. So, as I walked through the rain, I couldn't help but wonder who it
might be and what they might want.

I arrived at school , my clothes soaked and my mind wandering , but

I was looking forward to another rainy day, another day with my mysterious
guardian watching over me.
I head right for my locker, counting down the days until I'm out of this
place—17... and they can't come fast enough.
I never found my place in this world after Lux and Donovan left. My
life turned into a fucking horror show that no thirteen-year-old should have
to go through.
Not only was I a punching bag for Debbie and a quick release for
Bobby, I found myself being the football team's target at school.
But no matter what I went through, my beautiful, tortured monsters
weren't there to save me like they promised.
Lux Kingsley and Donovan Hades never came back for me.
I had heard from them over the years; a random text, a spur-of-the-
moment call to make sure I was okay, but I never saw them. And fuck, did I
miss them.
Lux with his shoulder length, blonde hair, icy blue eyes that turned me
into a puddle, and a smile so bright it lit up the darkest of places. And
Donovan. Oh, Donovan. Pretty bad boy with short dark hair and a perfect,
sculpted body. His dimples made me blush whenever he smiled. I used to
get lost in his hypnotic green eyes whenever he'd pierce them into mine.
But that was then, when they were seventeen.
They've changed over the years, I'm sure. And I'm so fucking curious to
see them now.
 But will I ever see them again?
They had left me and never looked back. But I couldn't blame them for
wanting to get away from Debbie's and Bobby's abuse—out of the devil's
suffocating grasp. I wanted away from the torture too, but I missed my
chance. Right?
I had contemplated running away so many times, but I couldn't leave.
It's hard to run away when you're chained to your bed. Plus, I couldn't
leave the other kids. I had to protect them from the monsters who were
supposed to protect us.
I couldn't help but long for the safety and comfort that Lux and
Donovan once brought me. I could only hope that one day they would come
back and rescue me from this fucking nightmare. And until then, I would
wait for another rainy day—another day with the comforting feeling of
someone watching over me. And maybe, just maybe, they would return.
It has been five long years, and they're not coming back.
I put my stuff in my locker and closed it, turning around to meet
Hayden's spiteful eyes locked on mine. I shiver as he puts his hand on the
locker beside my head, giving me flashbacks of my morning encounter with
Bobby.
"Well, if it isn't my little slut," Lynn High's quarterback, Hayden, says,
leaning in so his lips are next to my ear. I get a chill along my spine from
the feeling of his hot breath on my neck, but I keep my composure, not
wanting him to see the effect he has on me.
"Move, Hayden. I have to get to class."
"Oh, now we're pretending you're a goody two shoes who don't skip
class or give head in the bathroom?" He chuckles, licking his full lips while
sweeping his eyes over my body.
I roll my eyes, pushing my hand against his muscular chest to put some
distance between us; it doesn't work. He takes another step closer, his lips
brushing against my neck, trapping me with his body against mine.
"You might be fucking gorgeous, Boston, but you're a fucking whore,
and you'll never amount to anything," he spits, his words breaking my
composure little by little.
I should be used to his torment by now; it's been like this for the last
four years. Hayden and the rest of the football team have made my life a
living hell, but I'd rather their hell than the hell that goes on in my house
every day.
 "Move, Hayden. I'm not in the mood for this shit today."
"Does it look like I give a fuck? You know what I want, slut."
He runs his hand down the front of my body, igniting an unwanted fire
within. Ignoring all the students walking down the hall, he reaches his hand
down the front of my pants and rubs my pussy over my thong.
"Hayden," I moan softly, chewing on my bottom lip to keep my sounds
to a minimum.
I don't want to be enjoying this, but my body is a bitch and betrays me
every time.
"I love hearing you beg my name. But not here; you know where you
belong."
He pushes off of the locker beside me, pulling his hand out of my pants.
As he smiles, his blue eyes twinkle, reminding me of Lux's.
"Get your ass in the bathroom so you can suck my dick before class,"
Hayden demands, licking my essence off of his fingers.
I take a deep breath and gather all the strength I have left. Without a
word, I walk past Hayden and make my way to the bathroom, flipping my
long blonde hair over my shoulder.
As I enter the stall, I can feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes.
But I push them aside, knowing that this is just another day in my life.
The lights flicker off and on as thunder rolls through the city of Lynn,
lightning following close behind, buzzing in my ears as I slip into the stall
with Hayden right behind me. He shuts the door and turns the lock, facing
me with a devious smirk on his lips. He's fucking gorgeous, but evil at the
same time; guys like him usually are.
"Get on your knees," he orders, unzipping his jeans, and pushing them
down to his knees as he takes his phone out, hitting record.
“Make yourself comfortable, dirty girl, and put those beautiful eyes on
the camera,” he whispers, stroking his cock against my cheek.
I listen to him, knowing that if I don't, he'll make things a lot worse. The
tile digs into my knees as I try to get comfortable, watching Hayden stroke
his cock in my face. He rubs the tip across my lips, silently urging me to
open them.
"We're alone now, Boston. You don't have to pretend you hate me," he
grunts, thrusting his hips so his cock slides into my mouth before I can
speak. “Suck me off like you fucking hate me. Give me that angry head…
but don't fucking bite me.” Our eyes lock, a dirty smirk tugging at the
corners of his mouth.
My hands on his thighs, I work my tongue around his shaft, ripping
groan after groan from his throat as he fists my hair and gives it a firm tug.
I close my eyes and try to go somewhere else in my mind, anywhere but
here. The taste of him fills my senses, suffocating me, but I continue to do
what he wants. He pulls my hair and thrusts his hips as I suck him deeper
into my mouth, his eyes on mine the entire time.
The bell rings, but he ignores it, watching in fascination as I suck his
dick.
It's wrong, but as I swirl my tongue around him and ease him down my
throat, I can't help but think about Lux, pretending it was him who I was
sucking off. It helps with the shame I feel inside; letting these boys use me
however they want.
"Fuck... that's it," he growls, pulling my hair so tight that tears prick the
corners of my eyes.
"One of these days you're gonna let me in that pussy, Boston, and when
you do, I'm gonna fucking destroy it." Another grunt has precum dripping
on the back of my tongue, leaving a bitter taste lingering in my mouth.
Again, our eyes meet, just as his cum spills into my mouth in thick, hot
strings, coating my throat as I swallow.
"You know the fucking rules; swallow every drop or I'll paint your
beautiful face with it."
It feels like an eternity before he finally finishes, and I swallow every
rope of cum—every drop—like he told me. He lets go of my hair and tucks
his cock back into his pants, grinning as if he's won. And he has...again. I
stand up to wipe my mouth, feeling used and degraded.
Hayden smirks and zips up his pants, patting me on the head. "Good
girl," he says before walking out, leaving me alone in the bathroom stall.
The tears that I had been holding back begin to flow freely as I realize that I
can't keep living like this.
I need to find a way out—a way to escape this life of torment and
degradation. This isn't who I am. But to be fair, I have no idea who I
fucking am.
I lock the stall door and sit on the toilet, reaching into my bag for my
works. My body aches from withdrawal, my stomach cramps, and sweat
covers my skin. I drop a little rock of heroin onto the burnt spoon, the
clinking echoing in my ears.
As I draw up the water and squirt it onto the rock, the sickness inside
my body starts to dissipate. Knowing I have the cure that will make me feel
better is enough.
Once my shot is ready, I use the lace from my sweatshirt hood to tie off
my arm, searching for a bulging vein through a maze of scarred, collapsed
ones.
The dope takes my pain away; it makes everything better. It numbs me
and prepares me for the next assault, whatever it may be. I've been dancing
with the devil since I was fourteen, falling in with the wrong crowd at
school. I went straight to the needle, never sniffing anything up my nose;
anything to mask the pain from the loss of the only people who ever loved
me. I've been mourning Lux and Donovan for far too long now, but I can't
stop it. I don't know how.
I push the plunger, watching the dark brown liquid disappear into my
vein. Instantly, I feel the rush in my shoulders, slowly making its way all
throughout my body, putting me at ease.
I know this isn't a solution, but it's the only way I know how to cope and
escape, even if it is just for a little while.
I need to find the strength to break free from the cycle of abuse and
addiction, to find a way out of this toxic environment that has been
consuming me. But how?
I want to find myself, to discover who I truly am without the cloud of
addiction and the weight of the trauma I carry with me every day.
I want to heal, to grow, to find a life worth living. But for now, heroin is
all I have to numb the pain, silence the memories, and survive, even if it is
killing me little by little.

W alking home after another long , torturous day of senior year ,

the rain hasn't let up one bit. But that's okay. I still embrace it like I did
earlier.
 Not forgetting about Bobby's threat this morning, I make sure I stop by
the packie, grabbing him a case of Bud Light and a handle of Jim Beam to
go with it, hoping the gesture will get me in his good graces.
As the sky darkens and thunder rolls around me, I get that feeling again
—the feeling of being followed. The dope allows me to remain calm,
unfazed by the intrusion that's become my shadow over the years.
I smile, the rain continuing to soak my body, hoping whoever is
watching me can see it.
Maybe it's just paranoia, but I can't shake the feeling, and to be honest, a
small part of me doesn't want to shake it.
I quicken my pace, eager to reach the shelter of my home even though
it's my hell too. The sound of footsteps behind me grows louder, and I can
feel my heart start to race. But there's no one there.
I finally reach the front door and fumble for my keys, the rain making it
even more difficult to find the right one. But I find it, stick it in the lock,
and rush into the house, shutting the door behind me with a light thud.
Everything is dark when I turn around, the hint of light outside filtering
in the windows, guiding my way toward the kitchen. I put Bobby's alcohol
in the fridge and bolt to my room, wanting to shed my wet clothes before
Bobby decides to walk in on me.
This isn't how I wanted to live my life. Being controlled by fear was
never part of the plan. But fear is all I've known, especially the time I've
been living with Bobby and Debbie.
I change quickly, heading for my window seat when I'm dry again. But I
stop in my tracks when I notice something glistening on the window ledge,
a lump forming in my throat. What the fuck now?
I fumble with the bracelet on my wrist—the one decorated with an
assortment of charms that truthfully, I'm not sure what they mean; a
sparrow, a black rose, a broken heart... I don't know who leaves them, but
every time I find one left for me, I add it to the bracelet around my wrist—
that was also left for me.
Stepping closer, I notice a dove charm on the ledge this time, glistening
from the outside light hitting it; it's gorgeous. Without giving it another
thought, I grab the charm and attach it to my bracelet, admiring it as I lower
myself to the seat.
As I sit here, my mind races with questions. Who is leaving these
charms for me? And why? The feeling of being watched comes back even
stronger, and I can't shake it off. What if they're watching me right now?
Did they watch me change? Do I know them? Countless questions flood my
mind, making my head hurt.
I glance at the bracelet on my wrist, now adorned with the new charm.
It's a beautiful gesture, but it only serves to fuel my anxiety. I need to find
out who's behind this. But for now, I'm stuck in this situation, with no way
out.
"Hey, brat, did you grab my shit?" Bobby yells from the other side of
my door, jolting me back to reality and out of the fog clouding my head.
"Yeah, it's in the fridge, Bobby," I mutter back, watching the rain come
down in buckets out my window.
He doesn't say anything back, and he doesn't try to enter my room, so I
breathe a sigh of relief, knowing for now I'm safe from his vile acts.
My phone pings from an incoming text, making my heart race as I think
about who it could be. I have no friends, just people I get high with and
people I buy drugs from; I don't put myself out there.
When I check it, it's an unfamiliar number, and my shoulders sag
slightly in disappointment.
17 days…
I smile, knowing it's Lux or Donovan reaching out.
Yeah, 17 days and I'm free…
We want you with us, Pretty Girl.
I can't… I'm going to find my parents.
After I send that, I don't get a message back, and deep down, it feels like
my heart is shattering into a million pieces all over again.
Although part of me wants to be with Donovan and Lux again, I know
that finding my birth parents is something I need to do. I've spent my entire
life feeling incomplete, and now it's finally the time to find out the truth
about where I came from.
As I lie in bed, my mind is racing with thoughts of the unknown and the
potential possibilities that come with finding my true identity.
L ost in the dark chaos that consumes my mind every night , I' m
jolted awake by a loud crack of thunder, feeling like I'm being watched.
Sitting up in bed, I rub the sleep from my eyes and look around, not
seeing anyone or anything out of place.
It's just your imagination... I tell myself, lighting a cigarette and
watching the smoke swirl out of my open bedroom window.
As the smoke goes to my head and makes me dizzy, the dope sickness
that's beginning to overtake my body becomes more and more evident.
I shake uncontrollably, seizure-like movements wracking my body.
Hot flashes are followed by cold sweats, and my teeth chatter hard as I
shiver.
Tight cramps twist my stomach, making nausea threaten to erupt from
my throat.
My legs are restless, and painful spasms torture the muscles in my
claves.
I hate this shit. No one ever told me about the brutal withdrawal
symptoms I'd have from lack of heroin; they just mentioned how good the
dope would make me feel, and sure enough, I was hooked from the first
shot.
Needing to do another shot so I can feel better, I quickly grab my kit,
take out my rig, and mix one up, wasting no time shooting the dark brown
liquid into a scarred, bulging vein in my neck, hitting right away.
Before I can enjoy the high, a gloved hand is planted over my mouth
from behind, and I'm roughly tugged backward, flush against a firm chest,
being held tightly. The empty needle falls onto the bed beside me, not
making a sound. Fear cripples me, causing me to freeze, unsure of what to
do—of what I can do.
"We're not here to hurt you," he whispers in my ear, and I tremble at the
idea of there being two of them here.
What do they want? If they're here to kill me, I'd be willing; it would be
an easy escape from the hell and misery that is my life.
As a bright bolt of lightning flashes in the sky, giving my dark room a
brief gleam, I see the second man at the foot of my bed, a glowing mask
covering his face.
I get lost in the white, glowing 'X's' that cover the eyes, feeling myself
relaxing against the man in the teal-glowing mask, holding me captive; he
seems familiar, and a wave of relaxation washes over me as my vision
blurs. The drugs are taking over, and I slip into a full-body nod, feeling
more relaxed than I have in a while.
The man in the white glowing mask sits across from me, his bright eyes
watching me intently, scanning my face.
"We're not here to hurt you," he says again, his voice surprisingly
gentle. "We're here to offer you a way out."
Confusion clouds my mind as I try to make sense of the situation. "A
way out of what?" I manage to mumble against the man's gloved palm, my
voice hoarse from the drugs.
"Your life," he replies simply. "But you have to trust us."
My mind races, torn between fear and a desperate desire for freedom. I
have nothing to lose, and the promise of a way out is too tempting to ignore.
This could be my chance to start over. But then I remembered the plans I
had for my future, and none of them involved running away with two
masked men whom I knew nothing about.
"I'm going to remove my hand, but if you fucking scream, I'll gag you
real fucking quick," the man behind me threatens, whispering dangerously
low in my ear before licking the shell of it with the tip of his pierced
tongue. I shiver, refusing to show them how good it feels by keeping a
straight face even though my core is on fire from each little thing they do.
I take in deep, shaky breaths, trying to steady my racing heart. As I
glance back and forth between the two of them, I finally muster the courage
to speak.
"Okay, what do you want from me? How do you know who I am?" I
demand, my voice stronger now.
The man in the white mask leans forward as I scoot toward the rusty
headboard, hugging my bruised knees to my chest, his eyes lock onto mine.
"We know a lot about you, Boston. We can offer you a new life, a fresh
start, away from all the abuse and torture."
I weigh my options, my mind clouded by a mixture of fear, desperation,
and a glimmer of hope.
"I'm fine where I am right now, and besides, I don't even know you," I
whisper, holding my breath in fear of what they'll do when it comes to
rejection. But they both surprise me, standing at the same time, side by side
as they look down at me.
“What's the catch?” I brace myself for the answer, studying their
behaviors.
 “Once you're in, you'll never be able to get out. We'll fucking own you,”
one of them says, while the other grabs my jaw and turns my head, forcing
my gaze on the glowing teal ‘X’s’ in front of me.
"You deserve better than this, Little Bird," he whispers, gliding his
finger across my bottom lip.
I stare into their glowing eyes, shocked to my core from this encounter.
Am I dreaming? Is this even real? Did I do too much dope and now I'm
hallucinating?
I certainly think so, because my eyes flutter slowly, and when they open
again, the men in the glowing masks are nowhere to be found.
Once again, I'm left in the lonely, dark room, crippled by the wicked
thoughts and visions that consume my mind.
It's the drugs, I tell myself, easing back under the covers. No one was in
here with me; it was just the drugs fucking with my mind.
But as I lay there in the darkness, I couldn't shake the feeling that what
had just happened was real. I couldn't ignore the sense of serenity that
washed over me when the man in the mask held me or the offer they made.
Despite my inner turmoil, a part of me longed for an escape from the
misery of my current existence. I also couldn't help but feel a deep
connection to the men speaking to me. However, deep down, I knew that it
could be a trap, enticing as the offer seemed.
I'm torn between what I've been promised, the life I deserve, and the life
I've built for myself.
I lay there, my mind still clouded by doubt, as the effects of the sedative
put me into another heavy slumber.
Seventeen more days until I'm free…

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THE ESCAPE
BOSTON

17 DAYS LATER

W
atching the sunrise doesn't hold the same charm as it once did.
When Lux and Donovan were here, we used to gather on the roof
every morning. We would drink coffee, share a badly rolled joint,
and watch the sun rise on the horizon. It had a peaceful and calming vibe
and brought us hope that ‘tomorrow' would be a better day. But it never
was. It's no wonder they left me, considering how unbearable each day was
for us.
I sip from the warm, steaming coffee mug and gaze at the sky, shivering
slightly from the gentle gust of wind. While the coffee warms me, I can't
help but smile at the sun's rays. They transform the sky into a stunning
combination of pink and orange, creating a magical aura that envelops the
whole city.
It's a beautiful day for graduation.
Listening to the symphony of impatient horns, gunfire, and angry
screams echoing throughout the city, I'm brought out of the tranquil place in
my mind, reminded quickly of where I am. Good old Lynn. I hum the city's
motto as I stand up and make my way back inside.
Lynn, Lynn the city of sin. You never come out, the way you came in. You
ask for water, but they give you gin. The girls say no, yet they always give
in. If you're not bad, they won’t let you in. It’s the damndest city I’ve ever
lived in. Lynn, Lynn the city of sin. You never come out, the way you came
in.
Sneaking back in my window, I almost drop the mug of coffee in my
hands when I see Bobby sitting on the edge of my bed, anger swirling in his
drunken eyes. Fuck...
"Where the fuck were you?" he sneers, his words already slurred.
"Getting some air."
I try to stay as far away from him as I can, knowing what can happen if
I let my guard down. Debbie enters my room, an evil glare on her face as
she looks at me.
"How come you're not ready yet?" she asks, glancing between me and
Bobby.
"I was about to get ready," I answered skeptically, wondering what her
motive was. I know she isn't coming to my graduation, so there's another
reason she and Bobby are in my room.
"Well, don't bother. I need you to watch the little kids while Bob and I
run a few errands."
"Debbie, it's my graduation. I can't miss it." That's a lie. I can miss it,
but I don't want to. I've been through hell and back and somehow managed
to keep up my grades and graduate with high honors. Was I not allowed to
have one thing to be proud of?
Enraged, she storms over to me and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling
so hard it feels like she ripped it out of my scalp. Tears sting my eyes, but I
refuse to let them fall. I manage to slip out of her grasp, but she's back in
my face before I know it. I see her hand raise and I close my eyes, bracing
myself for her slap; it echoes in my ears, making them ring and my cheek
burn, feeling like it's on fire.
"Eighteen years old and still talking back," she bites angrily, slapping
me again across my other cheek. "What the hell do you need a graduation
for, Boston? You've already graduated. There's no need for a fucking
celebration." She cocks her head to the side and spits at my feet. "You're
following in your whore of a mother's footsteps, Boston. Watch it."
I grit my teeth and bite my tongue, holding back from unleashing on
her; it'll only make the situation worse.
"Fine, I'll watch the kids."
 She grins and walks out of my room just as quickly as she stormed in, a
drunk Bobby following right behind her.
My face throbs with pain as I survey the damage she's caused, hating
what I see in the mirror. But somehow, I manage to twist my lips into a
smirk as I realize that their distracted departure means I have a chance to
plan my escape.
They think they can treat me like nothing—like a servant—but when
night falls, I'm leaving this fucking place behind me for good.

I had spent all day getting high , hearing car doors slam every few
minutes, and peeking out the blinds to see if Debbie and Bobby were home.
But every time I looked, all I saw was traffic from the dope house across the
street. I had given up any hope of me attending my high school graduation,
especially as night fell, and they still weren't home.
I had missed out on so many things growing up, I was hoping I'd get to
experience this, but that couldn't happen. Debbie wouldn't allow me one
fucking day of happiness; instead, she wanted me to wallow in misery,
refusing to let me forget who was in control—who owned me. She knew I'd
never put the kids in jeopardy, and that when push came to shove, I'd
choose my foster siblings over anything—including myself—any day.
Debbie and Bobby were foster parents only for the check they got every
month, not because they wanted to give a troubled kid a loving home. If
they weren't forcing us on our hands and knees to scrub the floors with a
toddler toothbrush, then they were chaining us to our beds while each one
took turns beating us with whatever was in arms reach, burning us with
lighters, matches, and cigarettes, and other countless, vile acts that drained
every ounce of hope we'd ever had.
They never touched the younger kids, just us older ones. And for that, I
was fucking grateful.
Taking the last deep hit off the blunt, I flick the roach off the roof and
head back in, needing to put the little ones to bed.
 The thought of them sleeping peacefully was the only thing that brought
me any comfort. As I entered the house, I was met with the sound of
Bobby's voice, slurring and stumbling. It was clear that they had returned
home, and my heart sank. But as I walked into the living room, I was
surprised to find them distracted and disoriented, paying no attention to me.
I saw an opportunity and quickly took the little ones to their room, tucking
them in and promising them that everything would be okay.
"Will you sleep with us tonight?" five-year-old Max asks, his innocent
big eyes locking on mine. I bend down and kiss his forehead, tucking him
in tight.
"Not tonight, little man. Get some rest, okay?" I ruffle his hair and move
on, making my way through all five kids, making sure they all know how
much I love them. I had to go pack my shit, but I didn't want to leave them,
even if I'd be calling CPS first thing in the morning. But I did, after
watching their little eyes close and the sound of soft murmurs fill the room.
Returning to the living room, I find Bobby and Debbie in a daze, barely
coherent, hunched over on the couch. I seized the chance, and started to
rush upstairs to put my plan in motion, but the sound of a light rapping at
the door halts me in my tracks. Panic seizes my insides, and I can feel my
hands getting clammy. Peeking around the corner, I see Debbie and Bobby
still hunched over, their heads practically on the floor. Thank fucking God.
Wondering who would show up here this late, I tiptoe to the front door,
being extra careful not to step on the creaky spots. I've snuck out of the
house enough to know the right way to go.
Opening the door, I take a step back and stare in slight shock, my jaw
falling to the porch.
"Hayden, um... what... what are you doing here?" I ask my bully, the kid
that has put me through hell for the last four years.
"Close that pretty fucking mouth of yours before my cock finds its way
inside," he chuckles softly, his grin showing off his high cheekbones.
I close my mouth, but strengthen my stance, trying to show him that I'm
not afraid of what he might do this time.
"Why are you here, Hayden? I didn't even know you knew where I
lived," I ask again, curiosity getting the best of me.
"I didn't see you at graduation today," he says, his gaze softening as he
reaches into his backpack and pulls something out. "I figured I'd bring you
your diploma so at least you got that."
 "Thank you," I reply, stunned, as I accept my diploma. "I didn't see the
point in going, especially with everything else going on at home." I falter, a
lump forming in my throat as I realize how close I am to breaking down.
But I refuse to, especially in front of Hayden, star quarterback, my number
one bully.
Hayden looks at me for a moment before softly replying, "I know your
life isn't easy. I've made most of it a nightmare and I regret it, but I swear I
didn't know everything you were going through."
I meet his eyes in surprise, feeling an unexpected wave of…
something… I'm not sure what. But perhaps even this tormenter of mine
was capable of some form of empathy after all.
With his hands in his pockets, he flashes me a grin that reaches his eyes
in a devious manner. "Are you busy?" he asks, looking over my shoulder
inside the house.
"Um... a li-"
"Come on, Boston. Just smoke with me," he says, stepping closer to me,
making me take an instinctive step back. I hug my diploma against my
chest, as if it'll be enough to keep Hayden away from me.
Bobby snores loudly, making me jump, knowing I don't have much time
before he gets his second wind. I still have to pack my shit. I'm leaving
tonight. But if I turn Hayden down, he won't stop bugging me about it.
"Be quiet and go right upstairs," I whisper, avoiding eye contact as I
usher him into the house.
Still feeling some type of way about him bringing me my diploma, I try
to keep an open mind on things.
Besides, he's in my territory now. Hayden doesn't know what I'd do to
protect myself.
We sit near the window, passing a joint back and forth, nothing but
silence surrounding us. The only thing on my mind is me leaving even
though I have nowhere to go. I have enough money saved so I can get a
hotel room for a few weeks, but I know it'll run out quickly. A small nudge
against my shoulder pulls me out of my head, and I turn to see Hayden
smiling, which throws me off.
"What are you smiling at?" I hit the joint, blowing smoke rings into the
air.
"I can't look at you?" His lip curls into a smirk as he inches closer,
making me feel confused about the whole situation.
 At school, he hates me, despises my very existence. It's been his
mission since freshman year to ruin me, and he succeeded. The whole
school knew me as the troubled foster kid who would get on her knees for
the football team. Which wasn't even true. I wasn't willing. My first day, I
was cornered by Hayden and Cory, and for some reason, they were
determined to ruin my reputation. To this day, I don't know why. I accused
him of scattering the rumors, and he called me delusional. But tonight he
brought my diploma to me, and he's sitting here smoking with me, acting
like we're best friends. Despite the shift in his behavior, I can't shake the
feeling that there's something off. I need to be careful around him, despite
whatever is happening now. My heart tells me to be cautious, but my
confused mind wants to believe that maybe he's not the same person he was
before.
It doesn't matter, though. I'm leaving tonight and I'll never have to see
him again.
When the joint is done, I flick it out the window, preparing myself to
stand up. But Hayden grabs my wrist and pulls me back down, keeping a
firm grip around it.
"Hayden, what the fuck are you doing?" I ask, slightly angry, slightly
confused.
"You said you're leaving... where are you going?"
"I don't know. I'm just leaving, Hayden. There's nothing here for me," I
answer softly, getting lost in the blues of his eyes.
He leans in so close that the tips of our noses are touching, and I can
hear my pulse thumping in my ears.
"Kiss me, Boston," he whispers, his eyes darting to my lips. "Kiss me
before you leave."
"Hayden, I don-"
He cuts me off before I can tell him no, capturing my lips in a sensual
kiss. His tongue effortlessly swirls around mine, and an unintended moan
slips from my lips right into his mouth. Everything about this is so wrong,
but I'm captivated by each brush, each flick, each movement his tongue
makes.
When he finally pulls away, I'm left breathless and confused. Hayden
looks at me expectantly, waiting for a response. I can barely think straight,
my head spinning from his sudden change in behavior. But my resolve is
firm. I gently push him away and stand up, making my way to the door.
 "You have to go, Hayden," I say firmly, my voice steady despite the
chaos in my mind. "I appreciate you bringing me my diploma, but this
changes nothing. I'm leaving and that's final."
"Boston, don't leave," he begs, standing up and walking to the door, my
heart racing as I try to put some distance between us.
I can feel his gaze burning into me, but I refuse to look up. I'm done
with Hayden and whatever game he's trying to play. People like him never
change, no matter how much you want them to and how much they try to
convince you they have.
Eventually, he leaves and I rush to pack, trying to put the awkward
encounter to the back of my mind. I ignore the screams from outside, the
evil laughter, the howling wind; it's common around this area of Lynn. Bad
things happen in the night, and trust me, you don't want to know what I
mean.
With my bag slung over my shoulder, filled with the little bit of things I
hold dear to my heart—including my parent's journal—I take one last look
around my room, the prison I've been in for years, feeling bittersweet.
The only thing that would make me stay are the little ones, but I can't do
it just for them anymore. I have for three years and it's done nothing but
suck me deeper into the darkness I've been trying to get out of.
I wish I could say it was nice while it lasted, but it wasn't. It wasn't by a
long fucking shot.
Turning my back on the room that's held my secrets and shielded the
abuse I was subjected to for all these miserable years, I climb out my
window, letting the falling rain soak me with a smile on my face.
I'm fucking free...
I'm free from this hellhole, free from the pain and the fear. The torture
and the humiliation. The shame and the beatings. Everything...
As I walk away from the house that's been my prison, I can feel the
weight slightly lifting off my shoulders. I don't know where I'm going, but I
know it's far the fuck away from here.
The cold rain washes away my tears and the memories as I walk down
the deserted street, light flickering above me. I have my parent's journal,
holding onto the last remnants of their love and hope. I'll find a way to
make a new life for myself, away from the darkness that has consumed me
for so long. I'll find a way to heal and find peace.
And then I'll come back for my revenge.
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THE FEAR
LUX

I
’ve been waiting for this moment for years now—for Boston to slip
away from the house of horrors. She finally did it, but not before
twisting the fucking knife into my heart a little more.
When Donovan and I watched that fucking scumbag kiss her—kiss the
lips we own—his ass was done for.
Donovan and I sit on the fire escape on the rundown building across
from Boston's, the very place we used to live just five years ago. The
fucking prison. The never-ending nightmare. I still get goosebumps coming
back here, even though we've been doing it for the last five years, almost
every night. Fuck, I didn't want to leave her, but we only got out by chance
—a chance I didn't want her a part of.
We sold our souls to the fucking devil in the city, and I didn't want that
for her. She was too innocent, too special. We were already fucked up, so
why did it matter what the fuck we did? We were under contract to do his
bidding; we sold his damn drugs, completed his hits, followed through on
his heists, all for a place to lay our homeless heads at night that wasn't
under Bobby and Debbie's roof. And to this day, shit, we still do those
things; it's beyond our control now.
We thought we were making a clean break—a great escape—but the
city had its claws deep in us, drawing blood from our already bleeding
bodies.
 Now, as we sit on the fire escape, looking at the place that used to be
our prison, I can't help but feel a pang of regret.
I glance over at Donovan and see the same thoughts written on his
tattooed face. But there's no use dwelling on the past. We made our fucking
choices, and now we have to live with them. The fucking city may own us,
but at least we have each other. And maybe we can find a way to make
things right with Boston. We have to believe that there's still a chance for
redemption, even in a place as dark as this.
"Did you fucking see that?" Donovan growls, his gaze laser-focused on
Boston's window, watching that fuck Hayden swipe his thumb across her
bottom lip.
"I did, and I didn't fucking like it," I bite back, anger bubbling up inside
of me.
He pulls on his mask, the white, glowing X's blinding my eyes as I stare
into them.
Once I snap out of it, I pull my mask over my head, feeling complete,
knowing that nobody knows who I am under this thing.
They don't know that my name is Lux Kingsley, and that's just the name
the fucking hospital gave me because they had no idea who I was.
They don't know that I was left on the goddamn doorstep of a dope
dealer's house when I was six months old.
They don't know that I was beaten and molested by every fucking foster
home I was in until I sought my freedom at sixteen.
They don't know that half the bodies found in the river or the alleys are
my doing.
And they don't know that I've been stalking the girl I've been in love
with for as long as I can fucking remember.
There's a reason why no one knows any of this. Because they don't
understand the darkness that has consumed us, the fucking things we've
done to survive, and the demons that haunt us every single damn day.
But now, as we sit on the fire escape, watching the betrayal unfold in
front of us, I can't help but feel that maybe there's a chance for us to make
things right—in our own way. We can find a way to confront our past, to
face our demons, to make amends—and to get revenge on those who've
fucking wronged us, crossed us, and even looked at us the wrong fucking
way.
 We're not going to stop until they're all dead. Until Boston is with us,
where she belongs. We're on a fucking mission here. It's game time,
motherfuckers.
I turn to Donovan, determination flaring in my eyes as spit pools in the
corners of my lips. "We need to make things right, D. We can't keep living
like this. We need to find a way out, and we need to do it together."
He nods, solemnity in his gaze. "I'm with you, King. Always have been,
always fucking will be." With that, we adjusted our masks and vanished
into the night, determined to find our way out of the darkness and into the
pitch black.
We move through the shadows, feeling the weight of our past sins and
the burden of our own tortured souls. But there's a glimmer of hope in the
fucking darkness—a sense of purpose that propels us forward. We'll find a
way to make things right and seek redemption for our own twisted hearts.
Boston's betrayal has ignited a fucking fire within us. Our quest for
redemption is now our driving force, and as we disappear into the night, the
city's ominous embrace can no longer hold us fucking captive. We are on a
mission to right the wrongs done to us and to carve out a new path for
ourselves, no matter the cost, no matter who it costs. We'll make our
fucking mark on this city, even if it's painted in blood.
We're coming for you, Boston. And this time, we're not backing down.
We had been at her mercy for far too long, but not anymore. Now she'll be
at ours.
That's right. We're not just a product of our past. We are the architects of
our own fate. And this city will be forced to reckon with us with the force
we unleash, the devastation. It's time to even the score and to fight our way
out of this dark, unforgiving world.
The city may have had its grip on us, but its oppressive hold will be
fucking shattered by our relentless determination—our will to come out on
top. We'll carve out our own fate, and nothing and no one will stand in our
fucking way.
We're coming for you, Boston. And this time, it's fucking game time,
pretty girl.
DONOVAN
I know King isn't too happy about seeing Boston with that football prick—
the same one who's been bullying her for the last four years. I'm fucking
pissed too, but he'll get his.
We stalk through the night, feeling one with the terror-filled screams
and random gunfire echoing around us. We cross the street, masks on,
hoods up, heads down. Nothing is said as we walk, cigarette after cigarette,
being inhaled to try to calm the anxiety threatening to fucking cripple us. It
works for a while, but we always need more—more than the nicotine can
do for us. We need to feel numb… to feel nothing at all.
"Pit stop?" I ask, my hands trembling at the thought of the needle
piercing my skin, making everything feel better.
"Yeah, but I don't want to miss that fucker, so we need to hurry the fuck
up," King whispers, picking the lock on the apartment below Boston's. We
can hear everything from here, and we should know; it's been one of our go-
to spots since we started watching her.
Right away, we sling our backpacks off our backs, retrieving our kits so
we can get started on mixing up our shots. I do a little more than usual,
wanting to feel on cloud nine for when I slit this motherfucker's throat. The
brown liquid draws up easily, putting me at ease part of the way. I silently
say a prayer to the fucking devil, hoping I find a vein without an issue.
Using for as long as I have, I'm lucky to have any veins left; they're all
scarred or collapsed, fucking useless.
King hits right away, and before I can do mine, I have to slap him
awake a few times, hoping his ass doesn't overdose this time. I swear, he
tries to overdose on purpose just so he doesn't have to deal with the pain
anymore. But I can't let him die. I just can't.
After getting angry because I can't find a vein, I hand my needle to
King, hoping the thick, dark blood doesn't clog it before I can shoot it.
 "Lay down and hold your breath," he orders in a wicked slurred tone,
barely audible.
I lay down and look up, catching his gaze before I hold my breath.
"Please don't fucking miss this time. Last time I had a huge bump on my
neck and everyone thought it was a fucking tumor."
"Relax, D. I ain't gonna miss. Hold your fucking breath and stay still."
I hold my breath and watch him as he brings the needle to my neck and
sticks the point into a vein on the side. I hear the rush in my ears, and he
embraces when he's see the red flush. As he pushes the drugs into my vein, I
feel the coldness from the liquid, and the taste of Propel instantly lingers on
the back of my tongue. I didn't have any regular water to shoot up with, so
flavored water was next on my list. Luckily, I did have that.
The drugs hit me hard; the rush starting in my head, traveling to my
shoulders, and spreading through my entire body. I don't want to move. I
have no fucking care in the world. I watch King clean my rig out and stick
it into my backpack before he stands up to dust himself off.
"Let's go. I'm ready to show this fucker who he just fucked with," he
growls deeply, his voice raspy from the heroin.
Hearing him say that, I waken up just a little, enough to grab my things
and sneak back out of the apartment with King. Again, we put our masks
over our faces, ready for the torture that lies ahead. The sound of our steps
is muffled by the night that wraps around us. Each heartbeat and heavy
breath masked by the terror spreading through this place.
We are ready to begin the cycle of fear. Ready to show them, show them
all. We are here for a reason, and we will strike fear into the hearts of those
who prey on the innocent. Starting with Boston's bully, that would be my
first step to redemption... my own form of redemption.
The drugs are coursing heavily through my veins, making me feel
invincible, and the creeping sense of dread that had followed us before is
now replaced by the overwhelming urge to take on the world.
We move quickly and silently, our target fixed in our minds. This is the
fucking moment where we unleash our pent-up rage and despair on those
who have wronged us. The darkness of the night seems to engulf us,
providing cover for the mission that we are about to carry out. And we
fucking welcome it, only feeling at peace surrounded by absolute darkness
and danger. Death and despair.
This is just the beginning.
 "Wanna wait for him or..." King asks, his eyes glued to the two of them
just beyond Boston's window.
"Yeah, we'll grab him when he comes down here." I pull out my blade
and twirl it around as King pulls out his gun and cocks it.
It's not long before we hear his footsteps, and both of us snap to
attention, our glowing masks hiding the real us. Fire flows through my
veins with the drugs, hyping me up for what's to come. The footsteps get
louder and louder as Hayden descends the steps, getting closer and closer to
us by the second.
My hands itch.
My blood boils.
The taste of death and blood coats my tongue.
As soon as he rounds the corner, I grab him, placing his back against my
chest with my blade to his throat. King puts his gun to his left temple as I
drag him away, his body stiff as a board against mine.
"Please... I don't want... I don't want any trouble," he says in a terrified
voice, which only makes my cock hard.
"Please nothing. Your time is up, fuckface. You shouldn't have touched
what wasn't yours." Lux pushes the muzzle of the gun into his skin so hard
it leaves an imprint. I manage to pull him into the bushes, a temporary
shield from what we're about to do.
"Please, please, I didn't mean anything by it, I swear," he pleads, his
voice breaking with fear. But I won't be swayed by his words. I enjoy the
sight of him quivering in my arms.
"You shouldn't have touched her. You shouldn't have forced her on her
delicate knees to suck your disgusting cocks," King spits, venom dripping
from his deep voice. He shoots him, the silencer on the end of the gun
preventing the loud echo of gunfire. But I can still hear the pop. I live for it.
I press the blade against his throat just enough to break the skin,
savoring the metallic tang of his blood as it trickles down his neck. But I
stop short of ending his miserable existence. I want him to live with the fear
that we've instilled in his soul. But not before we leave our mark. Before we
give him something to remember us by.
I bring the blade to his cheek and carve a deep gash, relishing in his
agonized screams. King and I take turns mutilating him, shooting, and
stabbing him in the most painful areas known to man. We've done our
research. This isn't our first rodeo. His body shakes and he foams at the
mouth, with blood dripping from the corners of his cracked lips. King fires
off a few more shots, obliterating his cock. With my knife, I slash and stab,
his warm blood splattering everywhere.
If I weren't wearing my mask, my face would've been covered in it.
Hayden stills, his life draining from his eyes as he bleeds onto the damp
grass underneath him. Once the shaking subsides, we finish him off to make
sure. You can never be too careful.
Then, as quickly as we appeared, we vanished into the night, leaving
behind a bloody corpse with no tongue. That's what he gets for kissing our
girl. And she'll get hers too.
Our reign of terror is just beginning. We're the ones who decide who
lives and who dies, and we've only just scratched the surface. The world
will tremble at the mere mention of our names. And no one will be safe
from our wrath. This is only the beginning of our legacy.

LUX
We walk with purpose. On a mission to find where Boston fucking went.
We spent too much time playing—carving up Hayden's body—than we
should've. And fuck, now she's out in the rain... alone... in the middle of the
night... in fucking Lynn.
"Think she'll see it?" Donovan asks, lighting a cigarette and taking a
huge rip.
"Yeah, she'll see it. She'll be watching the news on her phone; she
always does." I light my cigarette, sucking the nicotine out through the
filter, holding it deep in my lungs.
Now that she's free, she's ours. She might not know it yet, but she
belongs to us and we own her fucking freedom too. We control it. And as
far as I'm fucking concerned, her ass isn't free. She'll never be free. She's
mine. She's Donovan's. She's ours. And if she tries to run, we'll find her. We
always do. And when we do, she'll wish she never left. Because now, she
belongs to us in a way she could never have fucking imagined. And we'll
make sure she never fucking forgets it.
The three of us are tied to each other in a way that no one else can
understand.
As I look up, my body craving Boston more than it ever has, I see her.
Huddled under a bridge as she smokes a joint, the aroma of marijuana
permeating the air, her soaked blonde hair falls in long strands, hiding her
face. But I know it's her.
I stop walking, holding D back, my arm smacking against his solid
chest.
"Wha..." His words trail off as he looks where I'm looking, catching the
same beautiful, captivating sight that I can't look away from.
"That's her," I say quietly, the excitement and adrenaline rushing
through my veins. "Let's go get her."
Donovan nods, his eyes fixed on her. "Yeah, let's bring her back to
where she belongs."
We make our way towards Boston, our footsteps echoing through the
quiet streets of Lynn. As we approach her, she looks up, her eyes widening
in fear and realization as she focuses on our masks. I forgot I had mine on.
I'm so used to it now. But it's too late. She's already in our grasp.
"You thought you could run away, huh?" Donovan sneers, grabbing her
firmly but gently by the arm. "Not anymore."
Boston struggles, but we overpower her, yanking her up to her feet. I get
in front of her—Donovan behind—and we cage her in, burning up from the
body heat radiating off of her. Looking into her eyes, I see the pain,
shivering as I realize how similar hers is to mine. I keep forgetting that she
doesn't know it's me and D behind the masks—the ones who've been
watching her for the last five years. She might assume, but we try not to
give ourselves away.
She's not ready to know the real us. The boys she once loved were no
longer who she used to know. A lot's changed since we've been apart, and
when she finds out the truth, she's either going to accept it, or want our
heads on a fucking silver platter. She'll seek her revenge until it's either us
or her.
Will I be able to take her out before she kills me if it comes to it?
 At this moment, no. I wouldn't be able to harm a fucking hair on her
head.
I push her against the wet spray paint on the building behind her,
pinning my body into hers with my knife to her rosy cheek. Her heart
thumps. Mine freezes. She grinned, and it took my breath away. She had no
idea that the same blade I had pressed against her cheek was the same blade
I used to slaughter a man minutes before... but knowing Boston, she
wouldn't have given a fuck anyway.
I stared into her dazzling blue eyes, feeling my heart race and my mind
spin. This is it. She's back in our control, where she fucking belongs. But as
I looked at her, pinned against the building, I couldn't ignore the sense of
guilt creeping in. She didn't deserve this, did she? But she tried to escape, to
leave us behind. She had to face the consequences.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I said, my voice barely a whisper. My grip on
the knife tightened as I felt Boston's breath on my neck as she leaned in.
She knew it was me, she had to know. But she didn't show any signs of
recognition, just a defiance that I couldn't help but admire.

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BOSTON

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he cold steel of the blade presses into my cheek, warm blood dripping
down it. The smell of death envelopes my senses, wafting off of their
clothes like an unfamiliar scent of perfume; they're drenched in it. And
it doesn't even bother me.
I don't know who they are, but I have a feeling. I mean, who else would
stalk me hot and heavy for the last five years? It started right after Lux and
Donovan left, so it has to be them. Right?
I pull out my knife in a swift move that I thought was clever, but the
man in front of me is so fast, he yanks it from my grasp before I can put it
to his throat.
"Nice try, you little savage, but I'm quicker. And I always will be."
The man behind me kisses my shoulders, pulling my soaked jacket off
so my skin is exposed. I won't stop him. It feels too fucking good.
Alcohol and heroin flood through my system, doing a good job of
making me entirely numb.
The man in the glowing mask in front of me, pinning his bulky,
muscular body into mine, still holds the bloody knife to my cheek, trying to
scare me or something.
But it doesn't work.
I can feel his heavy breath on my neck as he whispers, "It's time for you
to pay for what you did, and we're gonna have a little fun." But I have no
idea what he's talking about. The alcohol and drugs have clouded my
memory, but what could I have possibly done to these two masked men that
I can't remember?
As he leans in closer, I can see the anger in his eyes through the eye-
holes of the glowing mask.
Despite the numbness, fear begins to creep in. He leans in, lifting the
mask so his warm lips connect with my skin, and he brushes them across
the side of my neck. I shiver, clinging to the sides of his soaked leather
jacket, his tongue tracing a line along my vein. His grip tightens on the
knife, and I can feel the sharp edge digging into my skin. The blood
continues to trickle down, mixing with the alcohol and drugs pumping
through my veins. I close my eyes, relishing the sensation, even though I
should be crippled with fear.
The man's heavy breathing echoes in the darkness, and I can sense the
anticipation in his movements. I know I need to do something, but desire
and need have wrapped their suffocating embrace around me.
"You're gonna put this on and be a good girl for us, aren't you?" He
whispers, pulling out an all-black sleeping mask, holding it up in front of
my face. I nod my head, but it seems to piss him off.
"Use that fucking voice of yours, little savage. I know you have one. I
don't play games like this. When I ask you a fucking question, I expect a
fucking answer..." he bites my earlobe before licking the shell of my ear.
"One that I can hear."
"Yes, I'll put it on," I say as calmly as can be for someone with a knife
pressed against my cheek.
"Good girl," the man in the mask behind me whispers, his hands
running up and down the sides of my body, inching my shirt up a little each
time. As he continues to tease and torment me, the man in front of me slips
the blindfold over my eyes, obscuring my sight and turning everything pitch
black. Like my heart. My soul. My everything.
Is it bad that I want this? That I want to be destroyed in the most sexual,
primal way? I've been under Debbie and Bobby's thumb for too long. I need
to remember what it's like to feel again. Even if it is painful.
His grip on my body tightening. I hear his voice again, this time closer
to my ear. "You're gonna remember what you did, and you're gonna beg for
forgiveness," he hisses. "You've caused us so much pain; now it's your turn
to suffer."
 The numbness starts to wear off as the fear sets in. My heart races and I
fight the sensation of arousal, knowing that I should be terrified. But deep
down, I still crave the release of feeling something, even if it's agony.
Suddenly, the man behind me pulls at my clothes, and I realize this is no
game. This is their twisted form of revenge, and I am fucking powerless to
stop it.
As their hands roam over my body, I know that I will never forget this
pain. And maybe I don't want to because it's the only thing that makes me
feel alive.
With the blindfold secured over my eyes and the man behind me
holding me protectively, cold, wet lips captured mine. I parted my lips,
allowing a pierced tongue to slip between them, sensually waltzing with
mine. On instinct, I reach out, clinging to the mysterious man as if my life
depended on it, deepening the kiss as I rise on my tiptoes.
This is so fucking wrong, but I don't give a fuck.
A strong hand is clasped around the front of my throat, slightly cutting
off my oxygen. But the hands of the man behind me slip down my pants
and find my clit, his rubbing making me forget all about the air being
sucked out of my lungs.
"You taste like innocence and sin mixed," the man in front of me
whispers as he pulls his mouth from mine.
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth as the finger rolling over my clit
sends my body into mini-tremors, feeling so damn good I don't want him to
stop. The man drops to his knees in front of me, pushing my shaky thighs
open, and dipping his head between them. The blindfold might block out
what's going on, but I don't need to see what's happening; I can feel it.
The wetness between my legs is undeniable, and with every flick of his
tongue, I find myself moaning louder and louder. The man behind me
continues to hold me steady, adding to the whirlwind of sensations rushing
through my body. I'm lost in a haze of pleasure and desire, with the reality
of the situation fading into the background.
Just as I feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, the man in front of
me stands up and presses his lips to mine once again. The taste of my
arousal lingers on his lips, and it only fuels the fire burning inside me. I'm
completely at their mercy, lost in the sensual dance we've created. It's
reckless, it's dangerous, and it's everything I didn't know I needed. Without
hesitation, I push my hips against his mouth, urging him to take me higher.
 In that moment, all I can think about is the intoxicating rush of pleasure
and the feeling of being completely and utterly consumed. And as they
continue to explore my body with fervor, I know that I'm completely and
helplessly theirs... which is fucked up to say, especially since I have no idea
who they are.
"Do you taste it?" he asks, gliding the calloused pad of his thumb across
my lip, spreading our spit and my arousal around.
"Taste what?" I moan breathlessly, feeling the rain pick up, soaking me
even more.
"How sweet and sinful your cunt tastes. It's my new favorite thing,
pretty girl," he growls, pulling the blindfold off my eyes. He's back wearing
his mask, his identity hidden from me… from the entire world.
"You got a place to stay tonight?" The one behind me asks as he lets me
go, fixing my clothes for me so I don't have to.
"I don't, actually. I made a rash decision to leave my house without a
plan in motion," I admit, hearing how stupid and reckless it sounds. Debbie
and Bobby are going to fucking flip, and Lux and Donavan won't be too
happy with me, either. But in the end, I had to do what was best for myself
for a change. And by leaving, I'm taking the first step.
"We have a place nearby. You could stay with us tonight," the man
behind me offers, his voice filled with genuine concern.
I hesitate, conflicted about accepting the invitation from a stranger,
especially after what just transpired between us. But there's something in
his eyes that makes me feel safe, and I know that I don't really have any
other options at this point. Besides, you don't want to be on the streets alone
at night in Lynn.
"Okay," I finally replied, fully aware of the unpredictability of the
situation. As we walk towards their motorcycles, I can't help but wonder
what the night has in store for me, and whether this impromptu decision
will lead to more unexpected encounters. One thing is for certain, though,
I've taken a leap into the unknown, and there's no turning back now.
"Just to let you know, there are others who live there. But as long as you
do as you're told and stay in your room, you'll be fine."
The man's words sent a chill down my spine, but I nodded in agreement,
trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The night was
still young, and I had no idea what was waiting for me at their place. I told
myself that I was prepared for anything, but deep down, I knew that I was
diving headfirst into a situation that I wasn't entirely ready for.
As we rode the motorcycles into the darkness of the night, I couldn't
help but wonder what kind of adventure I had stumbled into. But one thing
was for certain—this was a journey that I had chosen for myself, and I was
ready to embrace the unknown, no matter how dangerous it may be. This
was my new reality, and there was no turning back.

T his wasn ' t what I was expecting . I wasn ' t expecting some lavish
place on the good side of the city, but I wasn't expecting an abandoned
warehouse with at least a dozen rooms turned into a makeshift apartment.
Graffiti covers the cement walls, and blood stains the pavement. There's an
unsettling feeling about this place, but as the guys lead me down the hall,
things start to liven up, feeling more and more like a place I could live in.
They still wear their masks, obviously not wanting me to see who they
are. But I'm not stupid enough to push the topic. I guess the less I know, the
better. I won't be here long, anyway. I'm determined to track down my
biological parents, hoping they've been searching for me all along.
"You can bunk in this room," the man in the glowing teal mask tells me
as he opens a door to a room, ushering me inside. He flips the light on, the
bulb flickering a few times before finally staying on. I notice a single bed
near the window, all decked out in black bedding and curtains. The rug is
black, matching the black walls, making me feel like I'm in a fucking black
hole or something. But I don't complain. I set my bag on the bed and sit
down, kicking off my soaked boots and dropping my drenched socks in a
heap on the floor.
"You'll meet Remy in the morning at breakfast; he's the one in charge of
us all."
"In charge of us?" I ask, not sure what he means.
"Yeah, nothing in this world is free, little bird. Remy will assign you a
job to cover rent and food."
 "I hope this room is okay for you. You have a closet—a small one, but
you still have one. Your door locks, and you have your own key, so no one
can get in unless you allow them to," the man in the white glowing mask
sits down beside me, grabbing my hand and lacing his gloved fingers with
mine as if it were a normal thing for us. But I didn't pull away. There was
something comforting about his hand in mine, his body beside me, and the
glowing 'X's' I find myself getting lost in as I stare into his eyes.
"Thanks for all this," I say with a small smile, feeling a bit
overwhelmed by the unexpected hospitality.
"You're welcome, Little Bird," the man says, squeezing my hand before
letting go. "Get some rest. We'll talk more in the morning."
"Thank you for everything," I whisper, not knowing what to call them. I
push down the fear and ask, hoping they give me something to work with.
"What do I call you guys?"
They share a look, their masks casting a soft glow inside my room that's
oddly comforting.
"Call me King," the man in the teal glowing mask says, his voice deep
and raspy.
"Yeah, call me D," the other man sporting the white glowing mask adds,
his voice mischievous and seductive, a stark difference from King's voice…
"Okay, well, thank you, King, D. I appreciate all of this."
With that, they both stand and leave the room, closing the door behind
them.
As I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder
about this strange place and its inhabitants. But for now, all I want to do is
rest. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, feeling surprisingly safe and at
peace in this makeshift home.
But for some reason, I can't get Lux and Donovan off my mind. I can
only imagine how pissed they're going to be once they find out I left the
house we once shared.

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LUX

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his is a fucking mistake, and I know Donovan knows it too.
This is what we've wanted for the last five years. Ever since we
left Boston on her own, not a day went by where we didn't regret our
decision. But she's here now, and though her staying here might be a bad
thing, it's also a good thing. We couldn't get any closer to her if we tried.
But there's only one problem: She has no idea it's me and Donovan
behind the masks.
Donovan and I slip into our room, luckily right across the hall from
Boston’s. I drop my bag on my bed and collapse, kicking my shoes off.
Donovan does the same, pulling out his pipe and his works, obviously ready
to get high and forget about everything that happened tonight.
"Fucked up, isn't it?" I ask, not needing to elaborate because the fucker
knows exactly what I'm talking about.
"Just a little. I don't want her around the other guys... especially Remy."
He doesn't even look up from the spoon on his bed as he speaks, focusing
on drawing up his shot.
"I know. We'll have a talk with them tomorrow. We can't really do shit
about Remy since he runs shit. We just have to act like she's not the one
we've been obsessing over ever since we got here."
"I wish we could just tell her," Donovan says, finally looking up at me
with a troubled expression.
 "I know, but we have to do it this way for a while. She can't know the
truth about us...yet," I reply, feeling the weight of the situation pressing
down on me, crumbling my facade.
As I lay there, feeling the effects of the drugs coursing through me, I
couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the situation. Boston being
here was both a blessing and a curse. The closer she got, the harder it was to
keep our secret. But she was also in danger, especially with Remy around.
We have to be careful. Methodical. And being around Remy and the guys
all the time, it was definitely going to be challenging.
I didn't want to be here, but D and I had no other choice. Remy was our
way out. He made everything sound so fucking good, making it impossible
to pass up his offer. Little did we know we'd be selling our souls to the
fucking devil.
Remy owns Lynn, being the biggest supplier of the drugs that are
spreading rampant throughout the city. He's high up in dealing weapons,
ordering hits, and any other criminal activity you can think of. But he
doesn't do the dirty work. Fuck no. He has us do his dirty work while he sits
back and lives a lavish lifestyle. He houses us, feeds us, dresses us, and
takes care of our every need, even supplying us with drugs—whatever we
want. And in exchange, we do his dirty work.
But there was something different about seeing Boston here, among the
chaos and danger. It felt like a sign that things were about to change, for
better or for worse. I just hoped we could keep her safe, keep all of us safe.
And try to find a way out of this mess. I couldn't bear the thought of her
getting hurt because of our choices. But for now, we had to keep up the act
and play our parts. We couldn't afford to slip up, not when so much was at
stake.
As much as I longed to tell her the truth, we had to be patient and wait
for the right time. For now, we had to focus on surviving this dangerous
world we had gotten ourselves into. And that meant being careful of every
move we made. So, as I watched Donovan prepare his shot, I steeled myself
for the challenges that lay ahead. We were in this together, and we had to
stick by each other's side. It's what we've always done, and it's what we
need to do now more than ever.
Besides, there was one thing weighing heavily on us. Something that
would change the dynamic between Boston, Lux, and Donavan. And for
that, we had to be King and D when we were around Boston. She couldn't
know the truth just yet.
She'd never forgive us.

BOSTON
Last night was the first night of peaceful sleep I had gotten. I can't even tell
you how long.
I wasn't worried about Bobby sneaking into my room to have his way
with me.
I wasn't worried about Debbie coming in to chain me to the bed because
she had a bad day at work and needed to release some stress on my body.
And I wasn't worried about the masked men sneaking into my window...
because they were too busy sleeping across the hall from me.
And while this living arrangement might not be the right thing for me,
it's only temporary. I'm going to find my birth parents to hopefully get some
answers. But first, I needed a change—a big one—and I wanted to make
sure no one would recognize me. I didn't need Bobby and Debbie finding
out where I was and dragging me back to the house of horrors, kicking and
screaming.
Digging through my bag, I find what I'm looking for and pull out a
clean outfit too, slipping into the tiny bathroom in my room. I mix the dark
brown hair dye, admiring my platinum blonde curls in the broken mirror,
tearing up at the thought of not having them anymore.
Dying my hair was my plan from the start. Everyone knew me because
of my hair; it's beautiful and real, not highlighted. So I figured if I got rid of
my hair color, I wouldn't be spotted so easily. It's not just my hair that's
changing. I'm changing. I'm not the same terrified, broken girl I once was.
I'm determined, strong, and still broken. But I'm putting the pieces back
together.
 After doing a shot, finishing my hair, and slipping into a pair of black
jeans and a back cropped sweatshirt, tying my outfit together with my all-
black converse shoes, I step out of the bathroom and glance at my
reflection, feeling a sense of empowerment as I run my fingers through my
newly dyed brown locks. It's a fresh start, a new beginning, and I take a
deep breath, ready to face whatever today has in store.
Before I can leave my room to explore, there's a knock at the door. It
opens, and, of course, King and D slip through, locking it behind them.
"How was your first night?" King asks, his eyes widening as he notices
my dark brown curls falling in my face. "What... you dyed your hair?"
"Yeah, I needed a change. And my night was good. Thanks for asking."
They both stare at me, masks on, slowly stalking toward me. It's almost
as if they're in a trance and I'm a magnet, pulling them to me.
"Does it look bad or something?" I ask nervously when neither of them
speaks for what feels like forever.
"It looks fucking sexy, pretty girl," King growls, backing me up against
the wall.
"It would look even better wrapped around my fucking hand while
you're on all fours for us," D says in a tone that makes me shiver. Fuck, that
was hot.
Both of them don't stop until my back is pressed against the wall, and
they're trapping me in with their bodies. King tucks a soft curl behind my
ear, gently grazing my cheek with his tattooed knuckles. I sucked in a
breath, hearing my erratic pulse in my ears.
"While you're here, you're ours, little bird," D whispers, leaning in, his
pierced tongue licking the shell of my ear. "You stay away from all the
other motherfuckers here."
"Is that a rule?" I tease, wanting to see what they'll do. I'd be lying if I
said I wasn't nervous, though.
"Damn right, it's a fucking rule. If we see you with someone else, their
death will be on your hands." King looks at me, and I can see the
seriousness in his possessive gaze, his eyes turning dark and wild.
"Be a good girl for us, Boston," he whispers, unbuckling his belt
without ever taking his eyes off of mine. "Take your clothes off and let us
see how fucking gorgeous you are underneath all that black you wear."
I swallow hard, my throat dry, but drool drips from the corner of my
lips, leaving me highly aroused and confused.
 I hesitate for a moment, feeling the intensity of their gaze, but
ultimately I follow their command, peeling off my clothes under their
hungry, watchful eyes. And as my skin is revealed, showing off the array of
tattoos that cover my bruises and scars, I feel a sense of liberation wash
over me.
This is my choice, my body, and I won't let anyone control me ever
again.
And with that thought in mind, I stand in front of them, fully exposed,
but stronger and more eager than ever before.
"Good girl," D praises me, bringing a nervous brush to my already
burning cheeks. "Now get on the bed for King. I'm gonna watch while he
shows you who fucking owns you... my turn will be tonight." he quirks, a
sexy grin that has my thighs shaking and my pierced nipples as hard as
fucking pebbles.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, getting on the bed, nervous as fuck since I've never
had sex willingly. I don't even know what to do. Bobby ruined it for me...
D sits at the end of the bed, watching intensely with his hand down his
pants, wrapped around his cock, ready to start stroking. I look at King,
biting my lip as I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him check out
every inch of my body.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" He asks in a soft tone as he climbs on the
bed, hovering his naked body over mine.
"It's complicated," I admit, not wanting to get into it.
"I'll take it nice and slow... this time only. Next time, I'm going to
fucking ruin your tight, sinful cunt for any other man. I'll make sure
everyone knows who you fucking belong to." He crashes his mouth onto
mine, his tongue slipping through my lips, dancing with mine.
I fall into his feral kiss, my mind clouding with lust and longing for
something I don't understand. Before I realize what's happening, my body is
moving with his, responding to his questing touch, and my hands grab his
hips as he smirks down at me. Every inch of skin seems like it's humming
with excitement, feeling as if I've been locked in a bleak room my entire
life, and now this stranger is shedding some light on the truth behind all of
my pain. But his eye color is a distinct blue, like the cobalt of the sky, I
think, pulling away breathlessly.
“You’re not h—ow, fuck!” His teeth clasp around my wrist and rake
down my forearm before I can pull away again. “Fucking hell, what the
fuck was that?” I growled, hiding the fact that his bite made my pussy even
wetter.
Eyes shimmering with deep amusement, he tugs me back to him. His
grunts and slurs are birthed from his throat, and the letters that chase into
the exhales are, “Come on. Just let me in.” His hands tightened around my
neck, and I let a moan slip from my throat, making him smile against my
lips.
"I can't wait to cover you in my cum. I think you'd look so fucking
gorgeous. I'll paint a fucking masterpiece—a modern-day Mona Lisa
painted out of my cum."
I shiver from the filth of his words, but I'm turned on more than I've
ever been before. He pushes my legs open with his knee, his hand still
around my throat and his lips clamped on mine. I can feel the cold metal
piercings lining his cock as he rests it against my inner thigh.
I gasped, feeling every inch of his hard body press against mine. I'm
overwhelmed with a mix of fear and desire, but for some reason, I'm unable
to resist him. And as his fingers reach between my thighs, his touch sending
electric shocks through my body, I surrender to a darkness I never knew
existed.
As he pushes deeper into me, I close my eyes, feeling a sensation I've
never felt before. I'm torn between the terror of what's happening to me and
the pleasure that's coursing through my veins. His fingers slide in and out of
me while his thumb rolls circles over my clit. My hips buck and I find
myself riding his fingers, chasing the pleasure—his touch—like a fiend.
“Fuck, pretty girl. Ride my fucking fingers, baby,” King groans against
me, but I don't get to hear the rest.
My entire world goes black as he pulls his fingers out and pushes his
cock in, stretching out my pussy, ripping his way between my tight walls.
"Ahh, fuck," I moan, arching my back off the bed, my legs parting more
to take him even deeper.
He sinks his cock in slowly, teasing my pussy, but gentle as promised.
Burning, ripping, searing pain consumes me as he bottoms out inside of me,
keeping still so my pussy can stretch comfortably around him.
"Fucking hell, you're so damn tight, Pretty Girl. But your cunt feels like
fucking heaven. I don't ever want to pull out." He smiles, gliding his tongue
along my lower lip. "Does it hurt?"
"It's fine," I lie, just wanting him to keep going.
 "Wrap your legs around me," he orders, lowering his body into mine. I
obey and lock my legs around him, pulling him closer as he starts to thrust,
drilling his cock deep with slow, long strokes. The feeling of his piercings
rubbing against my inner walls is new, and it's fucking amazing.
I can feel the pleasure building inside of me, mixing with the pain and
creating a sensation that's new and overwhelming. King's fingers dig into
my hips as he moves; the love bites he's left on my skin are now bruising,
and I'm not sure if I've ever felt more alive than in this moment. But even as
my body responds to him, a sudden wave of guilt washes over me. I think
about my plan to escape, to find my real family—and the road it led me
down.
But right here, right now, none of that seems to matter.
The look in King's eyes steals my breath; his gaze, incredibly intense
and focused solely on me. It feels like I'm being seen—truly seen—maybe
for the first time in my life. His touch is something I've never felt before,
and for all the fear and hesitance, I'm unable to deny that I want this.
This maelstrom of emotions is interrupted when I feel King start to
move even faster, his thrusts growing rougher, pulling these guttural sounds
from deep within him. I can't stop the moans that escape my lips, feeling
out of control but still so incredibly free at this moment. It's a contradiction.
"You're mine now," he growls, his fingers gripping my skin so tightly
that I'm sure there will be bruises.
I'm caught in his intense and possessive gaze, feeling a strange sense of
belonging regardless of the circumstances that brought me to this point in
time. But that moment of introspection is short-lived, and a sudden thrill
washes over me as I'm pulled back into the frenzy as he draws his hips back
and surges them forward, the pierced tip of his cock pressing against my
cervix. This bursts heat throughout my entire body, and I can't help but
throw my head back and cry out. It's a mix of pain and pleasure, but
something deeper too—something feral that's welling up from within me.
King seems to sense it too, as his fingers press into my skin even harder,
leaving marks that I'm sure will be there for days.
King's eyes lock with mine, and I see a flicker of something dangerous
and raw in them. He's not the same as the others, and I know that deep
down, I'm not the same as I once was either.
But even as the pleasure continues to build within me, I can't completely
forget the fear and desperation that have plagued me for so long. There's a
part of me that's still yearning for freedom, for answers, and for a new
identity.
I can't let this consume me, I remind myself. I need to escape and make
a life of my own.
But as King's movements become even more frenzied, my body feels
like it's on fire. I can't resist him, nor do I truly want to at this moment. It's
as if I've given into something wild and untamed, releasing the shackles that
have held me back for so long. I'm on the edge of something incredible and
terrifying, and as King continues to claim me in every way possible,
surrendering to him becomes both an act of rebellion and an act of
submission.
There's no turning back now. I'm his, at least for a moment, and I'll have
to deal with the consequences of my choices later. But for now, as King
pulls me deeper into this whirlwind of sensation, I abandon the thoughts of
the outside world and lose myself in the chaotic storm of pleasure and pain.
At this moment, I'm free. And I find myself soaking his cock, an arch in
my back so our chests collide, and I continue chasing his thrusts like an
addict.
"Come for me, pretty girl. I want to feel that sweet release coating my
cock before I paint you with mine."
"Yes, don't... stop," I beg, panting as my hands dig into the mattress
beside me, clenching around the sheet.
I feel myself teetering on the edge of something that feels dangerously
close to pure bliss, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of King's touch.
And then, with one final deep thrust, I shatter into a million pieces, a moan
escaping my lips as I finally succumb to the wave of pleasure crashing over
me.
He pulls out of me abruptly, my pussy still clenching around him, using
his hand to take over stroking, sensing his climax approaching. I propped
myself up on my elbows and watched King's hand pump intently, licking
my dry lips as my quivering legs spasmed from my orgasm.
“Sit up straighter, little bird,” D orders, and it's then that I remember
him watching from the end of the bed the whole time.
I comply and raise myself to King's cock, its tip slapping against my
parted lips as he jerks it. Small beads of cum seep from the tip of his cock,
and he smears it along my lips to make them shine brighter. When I taste
him on my lips, I go to open my mouth, but he shakes his head, causing me
to pause in confusion.
“Your mouth needs to be shut, pretty girl. I want to see how beautiful
you look with my cum all over your face.”
I obey his command and purse my pouty lips, his heavily hooded eyes
locked hungrily on mine.
His cum jets out in hot, thick spurts as he strokes the wet tip over my
cheek, drenching my tender flesh in a glistening, white glow. It drips down
my face in thick strings, landing right on my full, perky tits. He applies the
last of it to my lips, then forcefully inserts his cock into my mouth while
squeezing his entire shaft down my narrow throat to reveal its outline. He
grabs my hair in his hand and moves my head with it, finishing spilling his
hot cum down my throat. I swallow most of it when he pulls back to let me
breathe, but the remaining spit and semen mix and drip from the corners of
my lips. I sit in front of him, and he looks at me like I'm a fucking angel,
naked and covered in his cum.
"So fucking beautiful... a goddamn masterpiece," he says in awe, his
dark, twisted eyes beneath the mask piercing into mine.
D gets up and begins to clean me up while King watches, their dynamic
confusing me a little.
But I like it.
The way they make me feel is unlike anything else. I know I'm on a
mission, but with these two, it's hard to even think straight.
But for now, I have no choice but to bide my time, playing the part of
the obedient little bird to survive. And until then, I'll endure whatever
comes my way, all the while planning for the day when I can finally spread
my wings and soar free.

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 SIX
THE UNDOING
BOSTON

I
'm pretty sure I hear Remy's voice on the other side of my door, waking
me up from a deep sleep; it's loud and terrifying, to say the least.
A knock follows his orders to the other people living here, and I bolt
out of bed and cover up, trying to be as quick as I can.
Opening the door, I stand there, completely stunned, not expecting him
to look like that. Obviously older than everyone else, Remy stands there,
cloaked in all black, in an outfit that hugs his body in all the right places.
Ripped jeans show the colorful tattoos on his skin underneath, while his
fitted sweatshirt shows off his thick biceps.
"Boston?" he asks, his emerald green eyes searching mine for an answer
since my tongue is tied, and I can't seem to speak.
So I nod.
He sighs as if he's incredibly impatient, pushing his way into my room
and slamming the door behind him.
"Look, when I ask a fucking question I expect a fucking answer. I get
that you're new, but come on, follow the rules, brat."
"Yes... I'm Boston," I manage to say, taking offense to his nickname for
me. I'm most certainly not a brat, but I can be one.
"Remy. I'll be the one you answer to."
"Remy," I mutter quietly, his emerald orbs still locked on mine. "Thank
you for letting me stay here."
 "Don't thank me yet, kiddo. Tell me about yourself," he tells me as he
sits on my bed and lights a blunt of phenomenal smelling herb.
My mouth waters while my hands sweat, and my nerves begin to
consume every fiber of my being. I hate talking about myself. There is
nothing that I want anyone to know... not even my name. But he already
knows that.
"Uh... I don't really like talking about myself," I reply hesitantly, my
eyes darting around the room in search of an escape route that doesn't exist.
"I'm just looking for a place to lie low for a while, you know?"
Remy takes a long drag from his blunt, his gaze still fixed on me. "We
all have our fucking reasons for being here, Boston. But one thing you need
to understand—we take care of each other, and we don't ask for much in
return. Just don't cause trouble, and we'll get along just fine. Got it?"
I nod silently, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension. Remy's
presence, though intimidating, starts to feel somewhat comforting in the
strangest way.
"Can you dance?" he asks as he stands up, looking down at me.
Caught off guard, my throat dries up again, and I can't speak. He
reaches down, sliding his fingers under my chin. The shockingly cold silver
ring on his middle finger snaps me out of it, and I find myself swallowing
hard, staring into his eyes.
"I don't know. I've never danced before," I admit, hearing the shame in
my voice.
"I guess you're more sheltered than I thought," he says softly, his whole
demeanor shifting. "I'll find you later. I need to figure out the best place to
put you where you'll make me the most money."
I hear a soft growl behind Remy, but I'm too nervous to look away from
him. Luckily, he looks away first, finally releasing my chin from his grasp. I
rub my jaw where his fingers dug in, peeking around him to see D standing
in my doorway, a concerned look in his eyes.
"What can I do for you, D?" Remy asks, walking toward the door.
"I was coming to get Boston to see if she wanted to come with me to
work today."
"What do you do?" I ask, hoping I don't get reprimanded for getting into
their business. Remy glares at me but turns back to D, his body stiffening.
"I don't want her touching the product just yet, but she can tag along
with you, yeah." With that, Remy leaves my room, and D steps in further,
closing and locking the door behind him.
He turns to look at me, his face soft and gentle, unlike Remy's, and I
feel a sudden wave of relief wash over me. "Don't worry about him, Boston.
He's just like that with everyone. But I've got your back. Come with me. I'll
show you the ropes," he says with a reassuring smile.
We walk through the warehouse, and I notice that everyone has a mask
on their face, hiding who they really are. The only ones daring to show their
faces are the girls that are here—the ones who keep giving me dirty looks
when they see that I'm with D. I ignore them, staying close beside him,
because I don't do well in new places and crowds.
"Ignore them. They're all jealous because King and me brought you
here. They'll get over it," he whispers in my ear, making a shiver rock my
body from the feeling of his hot breath skating across my neck.
"Maybe I shouldn't stay here. I don't plan on staying long, anyway."
"No, Boston. You're staying here, and that's not open for debate." He
looks at me, like really looks at me, a dark, dangerous look in his eyes that I
can see through the stitched X's of the mask.
"Where's King, anyway?" I look around, not seeing him anywhere.
"Working a corner. We might run into him, but only time will tell." He
grabs my hand and pulls me alongside him, pushing open the door that
takes us out of the warehouse.
The bright sun shines in my eyes, almost blinding me. I slip my shades
on and put my hood over my head, trying to block out the fierce fall wind.
Before we can walk much further, a girl with platinum blonde hair down the
middle of her back steps in front of us, glaring at me before smirking at D.
"Hey, D. Want some company on your shift today?"
"Nah, I got Boston to come with me, Cora." He turns to look at me,
tightening his grip on my hand.
"So this is the charity case you brought here. I thought the guys were
lying when they told us, but I guess not," she scoffs, putting her hands on
her hips.
"Nice to meet you," I tell her, stepping out of my comfort zone.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she walks
away, ignoring me completely.
I take a deep breath and turn back to D, who's watching Cora walk away
with a scowl. I can feel the tension in the air, and I know that this place is
not going to be easy for me. But I promised D and King that I would stick
around, so I have to find a way to make it work.
As we head away from the warehouse, I steal a glance at D's face; the
mask hiding his true expression. I wonder what he's really thinking and if
he knows how much I'm out of my element here. But I push those thoughts
aside. I'm staying, at least for now.
We come to D's bike, the shiny black paint job glimmering under the
rays of the sun. I can't see it, but I have a feeling he's smiling as I rub my
hand over the seat, craving to feel the wind in my hair and the adrenaline
from pushing the speed if we were to zip down the street, testing the limits.
He steps closer, backing me up against it. His hand cups my cheek, his
body pressing into mine.
"It's my turn now, Boston," he says with a voice full of desire, turning
my core to mush. "Have you ever been bent over a bike and fucked until
you saw stars?"
"No, I haven't." I run my hand under his shirt, tracing his rippling
muscles with my nails.
I sucked in a breath as he took out the blindfold again, slipping it over
my eyes. I assume he's taking his mask off, and inside I'm going crazy,
wanting to see what he looks like. Next, he undoes my pants and pushes
them below my hips, gently turning me around. Once I'm bent over his
bike, he pushes his hand between my thighs and rubs his fingers along the
seam of my pussy, growling in my ear.
"So fucking wet for me. Tell me, Little Bird, does fucking a stranger
turn you on?" His lips skate across the nape of my neck, making me shiver.
"A little," I admit in a breathless moan as he slides two fingers into me,
pushing them knuckle deep.
"A little, my ass. Your cunt is soaked. My fingers are fucking drowning
in there." He pumps his hand, fucking me with his fingers, with my stomach
pressed firmly against the seat of his motorcycle.
"There's no need to be nervous. Just as King made you feel good last
night, I'm going to make you feel even fucking better," he promises,
pressing on my clit with his thumb, his fingers probing and parting me from
within.
I gasp and moan, unable to form a coherent response as he continues to
pleasure me in ways I never thought possible. The feeling of being so
exposed, bent over a motorcycle in a public place, is electrifying. Every
touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I'm on the verge
of losing myself completely to the sensations he's evoking.
Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and
wanting—so desperate. Before I can protest, he pushes his cock against my
opening, teasing me little by little.
"I want you to feel the pleasure I'm giving you," he says, his voice
husky with desire. "I want you to watch as I make you come undone."
I nod, breathless and eager for more. The sun is beginning to set, casting
an orange glow over us as he turns my head to the side, leans in, and
captures my lips with his own, igniting a fire within me. Sirens blare close
in the distance, but I ignore them as he eases into me, stretching my pussy
with the size of his cock.
I gasp, arching my back, feeling him going deeper until he bottoms out
inside of me, filling me deliciously.
"Jesus, fuck, you're as tight as a fucking virgin. How does my cock feel,
Little Bird?" he grunts into my ear, the sound in rhythm to his deep, long
thrusts as he slams me into the bike with each one.
"Mhm, it feels so good," I moan, pushing my ass back to meet his
strokes.
The pleasure is overwhelming, and I'm lost in the feeling of him driving
into me over and over again. The sounds of our bodies colliding fill the air,
and I find myself on the brink of ecstasy. With every deep thrust, I surrender
to the intoxicating sensations engulfing me.
His hand grips my hip, guiding me as he pounds into my pussy
relentlessly. I'm panting and gasping, my nails clawing at the leather seat as
I chase the elusive peak of pleasure. The world around us fades into the
background, leaving only the two of us in a world of pure, unadulterated
bliss.
As he brings me to the edge, I feel my body start to convulse. With a
final, powerful thrust, I unravel beneath him, my release crashing over me
in waves of pure ecstasy.
We stand there, holding each other, as the world slowly comes back into
focus. The sirens have faded, and the orange glow of the sunset bathes us in
its warm light. And in that moment,
These two mysterious men have already made me feel nothing but
welcome and pleasure already, and I'm curious as to what else they have in
store.
 Once we're decent, we climb onto his bike, slipping our helmets on.
"Let's go sell some dope, shall we?" He takes off, speeding down the street
through traffic, not giving a fuck about the rules.
I hold on tight, feeling the rush of the wind and the vibration of the
motorcycle beneath me.
I feel alive.
We weave in and out of traffic, heading towards our next destination,
and I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. I have no idea what's in
store for me next, but I'm ready to find out. There's something undeniably
thrilling about the danger and the unknown, and I'm more than willing to
embrace it. As we soar down the street, I can't help but smile, eager for
whatever adventure comes my way.
This is just the beginning.

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THE UNMASKING
LUX

A
ll fucking day I spent thinking about Boston. She stayed in my head
and drove me fucking crazy; it didn't matter what I did.
But I fucking loved it.
I love thinking about her.
I love watching her.
I loved fucking her.
Walking out of Remy's office after dropping off the haul from today's
job, I hear the sound of Boston's familiar laughter coming from her room.
Why the fuck is she laughing? Who the fuck is in there?
Usually, I get home from work and do a shot or two before I do
anything. But not tonight. Right now, I want to find out who the fuck is in
Boston's room, making her laugh like I'm supposed to.
I pass the game room, stopping when I see Donovan talking to Cora,
which angers me to my fucking core.
If it ain't D in Boston's room, then who the fuck is it?
I barge into Boston's room, my blood boiling with jealousy and anger. I
blow a fucking gasket when I see Ace sitting on the bed with her while they
pass a blunt back and forth. A glazed, shocked look flickers in her blue eyes
when she sees me, and I can tell she's fucked up and scared. Ace, the smug
bastard, grins, puffing deeply on the blunt that I know he fucking laced.
He's maskless tonight... usually we all wear them, so what the fuck is he
doing?
 "What the fuck is going on in here?" I growl, trying to keep my cool.
"Relax, King. I was just introducing myself and smoking with Boston,"
Ace says with a deeply disturbing tone that doesn't sit right with me. Boston
just stares at me, her beautiful baby blues filling with tears as she awaits my
wrath. It's not for her, though. It's for Ace.
"What's in that blunt?" I turn to Ace, changing the subject.
"Just a little dust," he snickers, wiggling his brows while side-eyeing
Boston, his mind twisted as fuck.
"You fucking drugged her?"
"Wait, you drugged me?" she gasps, finally speaking for the first time
since I walked in here.
"It's harmless. No big deal."
"Get the fuck out, Ace. I'll deal with you later."
Ace gets up, shaking his head while muttering under his breath. He
knows he fucked up, and he knows more than anything that I'm about to
fuck him up too.
I sit down beside Boston, holding her hand in mine. All the anger
dissipates inside me, and I can feel the tension floating right off my
shoulders. The look she gives me makes me shiver, though. She seems to
think she knows me, but the doubt clouding her eyes is obvious.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"No, King. He didn't. I didn't know the weed was laced, though. So...
thanks for that." She smiles, her lips curling nervously. And it's then that I
know that she hasn't heard the news about Hayden being murdered.
Is it bad that I want her to know about it so I can comfort her?
Donovan walks in, still wearing his mask, with an all-black outfit to
match. He can sense the tense atmosphere and see the fear in her eyes.
Looking at me, he can see the murderous rage in mine, and he knows what
that look means.
"Who fucking hurt you, little bird?" He storms over to us, wiping the
tears from below her eyes before he cups her soft cheeks.
"I'm fine, really," she insists, but we both know her well enough to
know when she's trying to mask her true feelings.
She had been through so much in her fucking life, neither one of us
wanted to add to her pain. We knew she'd been abused, beaten brutally. We
knew that she'd been molested and raped... the most twisted of things that a
little girl could possibly go through.
 We were well accustomed to all the masks Boston wore, but we weren't
accustomed to this one. This one was new, and Donovan and I—no matter
the price—were going to figure it the fuck out. We would protect her with
our lives if we had to.
As Donovan held her close, whispering soothing words into her ear, I
made a promise to myself that I would never let anyone hurt her again—
especially not anyone from our own crew. And that anyone who did fucking
hurt her would have to deal with me and D, and it would most likely be
their last interaction with us—with anyone.
After Ace left, I helped Boston get cleaned up and made sure she was
okay. She was shaking and clearly still under the influence of the angel dust
that Ace had given her, her eyes wildly black and lost, even more than
usual. I felt a surge of protectiveness and anger rise within me, but I kept it
in check for her sake.
I knew I had a lot to learn about Boston—a lot to understand. But I also
knew that I was in this for the long haul, no matter what. And as I looked
into her teary eyes, I knew that she was worth it. Just like I knew all those
years ago.
Whatever it took, I would be there for her, and nothing would stand in
my way. Nothing.

I t didn ' t take long for D onovan to catch onto my plan . I didn ' t
have to tell him shit. He knew. He knew because his ass was thinking the
same thing the whole time I was telling him about what Ace did and what
his intentions were. He thought the same thing as me—that Ace had to pay
—and his ass was gonna pay with his life.
"What the fuck were you doing chatting up Cora, anyway? Why the
fuck weren't you watching Boston?" I spit, my voice filled with venom and
resentment as I draw up a shot to inject.
"I figured I'd give her some space. We were together all day in the alley,
and when we got back here, she said she wanted to lie down."
 "Fucking amateur. You've been watching her for the last five years. Why
the fuck stop now?" I mutter, poking the needle into a vein in my hand,
seeing the flush right away. "How was she?" Feeling the drugs take over my
body, I ask, grinning as I think about the feeling of her cunt when I was
buried in it last night, my cock already growing.
"Fuck, she was... everything. So tight, so wet, so willing, so damn needy
I busted my load too quickly," he laughs, shaking his head as he puts his
works away.
Before I can respond, my phone goes off, and a message from Boston
pops onto the screen. My entire body freezes, my heart thundering inside
my chest. D senses my mood and comes over, snatching the phone from my
hand. I snatch it back, punching him in his upper thigh.
"Don't touch my shit." I open the message and smile as I read it, already
knowing what to say back.
I need to see u
Where are u?
come here
meet u outside
OTW
She sends the address of the warehouse, making my anxiety jump.
"Let's fucking go."
D and I had to sneak out of the warehouse without our masks, only to
come right back to meet Boston. To say that it felt odd going to meet her
without our masks would be an understatement. It's been years now that
we've watched her, hiding beneath our masks.
Walking up to the spot she told us to meet her at, we spotted her almost
immediately. Her long brown hair blows in the wind as she leans over the
railing, looking down at the water below.
Smoke swirls into the sky as it leaves her mouth, and fuck, how I wish I
was the cigarette she was puffing on right now. She pushes her ass out,
plump, round, and perfect, and my eyes become glued to it.
"I think this is a bad idea," Donovan says as we get closer, keeping his
tone to a whisper.
"And why do you think that?" I stop walking only mere feet away from
her, hearing the faint sound of her sobs as her back is to us.
"I don't know. For one, she's fucking crying."
 "And? Her fucking world is turned upside down right now. She needs to
be comforted, and we're the ones who get to do it... not 'King' and 'D', Lux
and Donovan."
He shrugs, and we start walking again, but deep in my gut, I can feel
that something isn't right as well.
As we approach her, I reach out and gently place a hand on her
shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise. She quickly wipes away her tears
and turns to face us, trying to compose herself.
"Hey, Boston," I say softly. "Why the tears, pretty girl?"
She looks at us with watery eyes and lets out a shaky breath. "I didn't
think you guys would come."
"Of course we'd come," Donovan adds, his voice filled with sincerity.
"The question is, what are you doing here?"
We stand there in silence for a moment; the wind whipping around us.
Boston looks down at the water again, lost in thought.
"I left Debbie's. I... I couldn't take it anymore," she admits, her head cast
down and her eyes closed.
Donovan and I share a look, trying to read the other's mind while she
takes a moment to compose herself. As he stands on one side of her, I stand
on the other, our arms finding their place around her shaky body. She
relaxes instantly, leaning her head on my shoulder, her silky locks still
blowing in the wind.
"Hayden is dead," she says out of nowhere, and a small, sneaky smile
creeps onto my face.
"What happened?" Donovan asks as she turns her head to look at him,
wiping her tears.
"He was... he was murdered. They found his body near our old house."
She looks distant, lost, but she won't for long.
"He deserved it for all the shit he did."
"Yeah, he was a pervert, but he didn't deserve to die the way he did,"
she bites back, pushing off of my chest.
She starts to walk away, her hips swaying, putting me in a fucking
trance. So, D and I follow her, wanting nothing more than to console her in
the ways only we can.
"He fucking touched you, Boston. He deserved everything he fucking
got," I spit, unable to stop the fire burning inside of me. I can't hold the
hatred in, no matter how hard I try.
 "Little bird, stop," D growls, snatching her by the wrist and yanking her
into his arms. She balls her fists and smacks them against his chest, but he
doesn't let go.
The look she gives him is suspicious, as if she knows something that
she shouldn't. I'm waiting for her to put two and two together and figure out
that we're the masked men, but she says nothing, even if she does know.
"Let go of me, Donovan. Where have you guys been?" She cries, her
voice broken beyond belief.
We did that. We fucking broke her.
"We've been working, Boston. But we're here now, and we're not going
anywhere."
"Take me back to your place," she says in a desperate tone that makes
my cock jump yet again.
"Aren't you staying here?" I ask, pretending to be clueless.
"I was, but I'd rather not. I want to stay with you guys."
D and I share another look, a secret nod of our heads. Knowing we can't
take her to the warehouse, there's only one other place we can take her
where the three of us will be safe—for now.
"Don't you have to get your stuff?" I ask as we come to our bikes parked
in the alley, handing her my helmet.
"No, I didn't have much with me. I don't need it. I don't need
anything..." Her words trail off as she looks at the moon, a shiver wracking
her body. "I need to get high. I feel like shit."
"You need more than a fucking drug fix, and Donovan and I are going
to make sure you get everything you need, Pretty Girl." I grin, licking my
lips.
The way her big doe eyes glimmer under the glow of the moon sends
my senses into overdrive, and I can't help but imagine what they'd look like
when she finally feels both of us inside of her.
"Stop it, Lux," Donovan warns, giving me a hard look. "This isn't the
time."
I roll my eyes at him, but deep down, I know he's right. We help her
onto the back of my bike, making sure she's secure before we start off
towards our place. The night is quiet as we ride through the empty streets,
and I can feel the weight of the situation settling over us.
We'll get her right where we want her, I promise myself. And when we
do, we'll never let her out of our fucking sights again. She's ours to break,
and we're not going to let anyone else fucking break her.

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THE REUNION
BOSTON

S
eeing Lux and Donovan again, and so close, brought back so many
memories that I thought my mind had buried. I didn't want them buried
but their absence from my life over the years did that.
I clung to Lux the entire ride to their apartment. I felt the wind in my
newly dyed brown hair, and it brought a sense of peace over me—
something I hadn't felt in forever. They were back, but one question still
remained, lingering in the back of my mind. How long were they going to
stay this time? There was something different about them that I couldn't put
my finger on, but I was determined to figure it out... after I felt better and
embraced them being back in my life. I didn't give the two masked men
another thought. Why would I? I had the two loves of my life back, and I
was hoping with everything in me that they were here to stay.
Lux and I follow Donovan down a dark alley, the vibration from the
bike causing a stir—an ache—between my thighs that only they could
satisfy.
After parking their bikes, both men grab my hands and lead me up a fire
escape on the back of a rundown building, the brick crumbling like the
world around me as I knew it.
"So this is where you live?" I ask, taking in my surroundings. There
were buildings so close to each other that I was sure the neighbors could
hear everything we were saying.
 "Yup, it's not much, but it's home for us." Lux turns to me with a smile,
the gleam of his blue eyes lighting my way through the dark.
I finally felt whole—complete; as long as I had them there wasn't
anything I couldn't do. At least, I had hoped for it.
"Hey, you're not stuck with The Taylor's anymore. Anything is better
than that house." I shiver as their name leaves my lips, nausea churning in
my stomach. I'm not sure if it's from the mention of them or the fact that I'm
withdrawing, but I don't like it.
We entered their apartment through a broken balcony door, my hands
still gripped tightly in theirs. Lux turns on a light, finally letting my hand
go, and I immediately miss the warmth from it. When Donovan lets go, I
stand in the middle of their living room, watching them. They've changed
so much over the years. They've turned into grown men. I had to remember
they weren't their sixteen-year old selves anymore; they were in their
twenties, and by the looks of it, had lived more than most do in a lifetime.
Donovan sits down on an old, tattered couch, rubbing his temples as he
looks around with a deep sigh. Lux goes to the kitchen and pulls out a
couple of beers from the fridge, handing one to Donovan and another to me
before sitting down on the armrest of the couch. I take a long sip, feeling
the alcohol burn my throat in a comforting way. Lux smiles as he watches
me, knowing me too well.
"Things have changed, haven't they?" I finally spoke up, breaking the
silence that had settled over us. Lux and Donovan exchange a look before
nodding in agreement.
"We'll fill you in on everything, but for now, we just want to enjoy
being with you again," Lux says, putting his arm around my shoulders.
I lean into him, feeling the familiar warmth and safety of his presence.
But behind that feeling, there was still that one, annoying, lingering doubt
—how long would it last this time? I kept asking myself. Regardless, I was
determined to cherish every moment because I didn't know if they'd be
there in the morning.
I sit here shivering, feeling the lack of heroin inside me, making every
part of me feel like I was dying on the inside. The guys noticed it. I knew
they did. Donovan gets up, disappears into a room down the hall for a
moment. Before I can ask where he went, he returns with a little lockbox
that makes Lux's eyes light up.
"What's that?" I ask, settling into Lux's embrace even more.
 "You said you wanted to feel better, right?" he shakes the box and I hear
the spoon clanking against the side. "This right here will make you feel
better right away, little bird," Donovan says with a seductive grin that
makes my clit throb. I clench my thighs to ease the ache, but it's no use.
"Yeah, thanks." I lower my head, feeling the disappointment and shame
flood through my body. They didn't want this life for me. They tried to
shield me from it the best they could.
But then they left me.
Drugs were a way to numb the pain I felt from them leaving. They
numbed me from the abuse I suffered at Debbie's and Bobby's hands. They
made everything feel better, even for a little while.
Lux removes his arm from around me and sits down on the couch,
pulling me beside him. I'm set up with a spoon, a clean rig, and a chunk of
dope that makes my mouth water.
As the three of us work on mixing our dope and drawing it up, silence
surrounds us, almost suffocating me. But I push through it and focus on the
brown liquid in the needle, my veins aching for it to flow through them. I
watch as Lux and Donovan take turns helping each other shoot up, both
going in their necks. When they're done and feeling better, nodding from
the rush, I tie off my arm and look for a vein, jealous of the way they're
feeling.
I want that.
I finally find a vein and push the needle in, exhaling as I push the
plunger down. The burning sensation fills my arm, but I welcome it. As the
drug takes over, the world around me softens. The tension eases from my
shoulders, and I lean back against Lux. In that moment, everything feels
right, and I let myself be enveloped by the blissful numbness.

DONOVAN
We sit in the living room watching the TV on low. The neighbors fighting is
what we're paying attention to more.
Boston sits between Lux and me, her hands on our upper thighs, our
arms wrapped around her.
I never want this feeling to end.
I want more. So much fucking more. And by looking at the way Lux is
staring at her, I can tell he wants the same thing. But out of nowhere,
Boston makes the first move, surprising us both.
She turns to face Lux and grabs his face in her perfectly manicured
hands, pulling his mouth to meet hers. I watch the heated kiss, my cock
growing harder by the second. A light moan slips from her mouth unto
Lux's and I can hardly contain myself.
I grab the back of her neck, my fingers digging into her tanned flesh,
and I forcefully turn her to face me. She smirks, licking her plump lips as
she leans into me. Her hands slide up my thighs, dangerously close to my
cock, but I urge her on, capturing her lips. The kiss is demanding and
desperate; there's nothing gentle about it. Our tongues duel wildly, each
brush, each sweep of mine is more dominating than the last.
But she fucking loves it.
Breaking the kiss, she's left panting, and Lux and I are left with raging
hard-ons that scream from the confinement of our pants that they want to be
inside of her... again.
She doesn't know that we're the ones she fucked the other night. She
thinks it was D and King.
So boy, is she in for a fucking treat tonight because both of us are going
to ruin every fucking inch of her—every hole in her body—in the best
fucking way possible.
"Boston, fuck, I've wanted you for so long," Lux growls softly, his
glimmering blue eyes deadlocked on her.
"What about you, Donovan?" she asks, searching my green eyes for an
answer that I'm more than willing to give.
"Of course, I fucking want you, little bird. I want you gripping my cock.
I want your cum soaking me... and most of all, I want my cum all over
you." I smirk, flashing a slow, seductive wink that makes her visibly shiver.
"Take me to the bedroom, then. Show me how much you both want me.
Make me yours... Ruin me for any other man," she says, standing up, her
hands reaching out for ours.
 I look at Lux and we share a knowing smile before we both stand up,
each grabbing one of Boston's hands. We walk her to the bedroom, our
hearts racing with anticipation.
As we push the door open, Boston turns to us and whispers, "I've been
waiting for this moment for so fucking long."
The three of us step into the bedroom, and without a word, we both start
undressing her, our hands touching every inch of her skin. As we lay her
down on the bed, we know that tonight was going to be unforgettable. And
as we indulge in each other's desires, there's no doubt in our minds that
Boston will never be the same again.
She's ours, completely and utterly ruined for any other man. And we
couldn't be any fucking happier.
Lux and I stare at her as if she's the most beautiful thing on the fucking
planet... and she is.
"Tonight, you're both of ours, pretty girl. Can you handle it?" Lux asks
in a gravelly voice, taking his clothes off as she watches with wide eyes.
"I want it. I want both of you. I don't care how much it hurts. Make me
feel pain please. Make me feel alive for the first time in my life," she begs,
giving us the okay.
Pushing her onto the bed, we tease her, using our hands as weapons. She
squirms from the tickle of our fingers and eventually lies flat on her back. I
climb on top of her and press my groin into the apex of her thighs, showing
her just how fucking hard I am.
She has no fucking idea what she just agreed to, but it’s too late to turn
back now.
My clothes are off in the blink of a fucking eye, leaving my little bird
raking her eyes over my body as if it's some fucking masterpiece. I lift
myself off of her, keeping my eyes focused on her face. Even though I’ve
been watching her for the last five years, I still take the time to burn her
image into my mind. She’s fucking gorgeous. I raise my brow intriguingly at
her while licking my lips with extreme hunger. Her nipples scream at me
from under the thin fabric, begging to be sucked on and licked until they’re
bright red.
I lean over the edge of the bed and fish around for my pocketknife in
my jeans. Her eyes widen when I flick it open, revealing the freshly
sharpened blade. I watch her swallow slowly in fear as I bring the knife in
front of her eyes. I drag the tip down her body, starting at the spot beneath
her tits, feeding off the horrified look in her lustful eyes.
“Don’t worry, Little Bird. I’m not going to cut you… yet.” I grin as I
lower the knife down the rest of her body until I get to the perfectly shaved
mound between her shaky, parted thighs. I push the tip against her clit and
watch as her body spasms from the sensation.
Needing to be inside of her, I rip her thighs apart and settle between
them, skipping any kind of foreplay. That’s not like me, though. I’m a huge
fan of foreplay, especially when using my knife or my gun, but right now I
feel as if I’m about to fucking burst. There’s no fucking time to play with
her pussy, but there will be other chances. While Lux kneels on the bed,
stroking his cock in front of her face while she watches with hooded eyes, I
enter her in one slow thrust, making sure to savor the feeling of her tight,
wet cunt as my cock delves into it. She gasps and arches her back off the
bed once I bottom out inside her, both of us relishing in the sensation before
I begin thrusting my hips.
“Fuck, Little Bird. So tight and wet for me, aren’t you?” I lower my
head and capture her lips in a heated passion, devouring and exploring her
mouth hungrily with my eager tongue.
As much as I want to grab her throat and fuck her senseless, I can
already feel my orgasm coming, so I continue with slow, deep strokes,
methodically thrusting into her pussy. She grabs the comforter in her hands
and clings to it as she parts her legs wider and bucks her hips, trying to
match my strokes. I tickle the back of her throat with the tip of my tongue,
setting off her gag reflex. Smiling, I release her lips and peer into her
hooded eyes, torturing her pussy with my cock.
“Fuck. This pussy is so fucking sweet.” I ram into her with a little more
force, making the tip of my cock hit the spot that makes her tremble. “It’s
ours, right?” I ask in a stern, possessive tone, which makes her eyes slightly
widen as she looks at Lux, then back at me.
“W...What?” Her response is breathless and quiet. Moans louder than
that escape her lips as I fuck her with deep, desperate strokes, feeling my
climax about to erupt.
“Your pussy, Boston. Is. It. Fucking. Mine?” I slide my cock out,
leaving just the tip inside her warmth, waiting for her to answer me.
“Answer me, and we'll fuck you until you come.”
 She narrows her eyes, making her brows furrow, and scrunches her
nose, clearly unhappy with my fucking response. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I push in a little, teasing both of us in the process.
“Yes, it’s yours.”
As soon as the words leave her lips, Lux shoves his cock into her
mouth, muffling any other sound that escapes. He fucks her throat, coating
his cock with her spit so it'll slide into her ass with some sort of ease. He
pulls out as she chokes on him, gagging from the brutality of his thrusts. In
one swift move, I lie on my back, pulling Boston on top of me so she's
sitting on my cock like a good girl. Lux climbs behind her, spreading her
ass as I hold her down against my chest. Worry makes her brows crease and
a light brush covers her cheeks.
"Is it going to hurt?" she asks almost shyly, which brings a smile to me
and Lux's faces.
"Yeah, it'll hurt at first, Pretty Girl. But I promise you, you're going to
be begging for Donovan and I to fuck you harder sooner than you think."
He spreads her juicy ass cheeks and spits, aiming for her tight, untouched
asshole.
I thrust my hips slowly, sending my cock ripping through her pussy
walls to distract her from the pain she's about to feel. "Look at me, Little
Bird. Keep those fucking eyes on me so I can see the face you make when
Lux fills your ass with his dick," I order, very demanding. But she listens
right away, locking her beautiful eyes on mine.
"Breathe, and don't fucking tense up, no matter how bad you want to.
It'll hurt worse if you do," Lux whispers in her ear as he leans against her
back, making her whole body shudder from the warmth of his breath on her
already burning skin.
Her lips part, her brows pinch together, and she clings to me as if she
was afraid that I'd disappear as Lux pushes his pierced, swollen head
against her puckered asshole. She shivers and I capture her mouth, kissing
her to distract her even more. As Lux eases into her ass, stretching her
virgin hole, I reach up and grab her throat, squeezing tightly while my
tongue continues to dominate her mouth in the most delicious way ever.
Tears fall from her closed eyes from the pain as Lux slowly sinks into her
ass, her muscle stretching around his massive, pierced cock until he's balls
deep inside of her.
 "Ahh, fuck... fuck," she whines, her chest heaving against mine as Lux
plows into her ass, getting her accustomed to his size.
"How's it feel, Pretty Girl," he whispers into her ear, his hands on her
hips, slamming her back on his cock.
"It... hurts," she moans breathlessly, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"But it... feels... good," she pants in tune with Lux's thrusts.
"Good girl. Take my cock in your ass. I fucking own it, Boston. Give it
all to me."
She digs her nails into the skin on my chest, drawing tiny drops of
blood. I choke her harder, raising my hips to meet her light bounces.
"Fucking ride me. I know you can do better," I tell her, mumbling
against her lips that I can't break away from. My hand tightens around her
throat as she sits up, arching her back with my dick in her pussy and Lux's
in her ass, giving her hips a slight wiggle. She starts bouncing on my cock,
taking Lux's powerful strokes like this isn't the first time she's been fucked
in the ass. But we know it has.
I sink between her tight walls a little deeper, but still not entirely.
“What’s mine, Little Bird?” The smirk that curls along my lips is devious as
I flash it right at her. The innocence seeping from her causes a light, rosy
blush to spread across her cheeks.
“You know what’s yours, Donovan. Just fuck me...please. I’m about to
come.”
“If you want to come, fucking say it. Tell me what's mine.”
Lux grins, grunting through clenched teeth as he owns Boston's ass with
his deep, wild strokes. She huffs and locks her legs around my waist,
rocking her sweet, drenched cunt against me. My cock pulses manically as I
look up at her with my hand squeezing the air out of her throat, still waiting
for her to say it.
"I'm yours... my pussy... mhm... is yours..." She pants heavily, her tits
bouncing from Lux's thrusts behind her.
"Good girl. Now, come for me. Soak my dick." I run my free hand
through her hair, giving it a firm tug. Her nails sink into my chest. Her back
arches. The veins on the side of her neck pulse wildly against the pads of
my fingers. Her long, innocent lashes flutter as pleasure rips through her
body, and moan after moan slip from her parted lips.
"Are you ready, Pretty Girl?" Lux leans in again, his chest pressed
against her back, and whispers in her ear, sinking his teeth into her lobe.
 "Ready... for what?" she asks, holding on even though her climax is
barreling through her at full force.
"Ready for me to fill this tight, perfect ass with my cum? Ready to feel
me dripping down your fucking legs." She nods, which only fuels the fire
Lux us feeling within. "Answer me. Use your fucking words, Boston. Let
me hear that sexy voice."
"Yes, Lux... I'm ready. Come for me," she tells him, letting go herself.
As she soaks my cock, creamy, warm globs sliding down my shaft, Lux
grunts through his releases, pounding into her ass ruthlessly. She screams,
her cunt gripping my cock like a vice, while Lux holds her ass in place and
hammers into it, filling her to the brink as promised.
"Fuckkk," he growls as I lay here, waiting for my turn to cover her in
my come. He pulls out of her, stroking his dick. Pushing her onto her back
and off of my cock, he aims for her tits and empties the rest of his cum on
them. Reaching between her thighs, he shoves his fingers up her ass and
scoops out his cum, pushing his soaked fingers into her mouth. "Clean them
for me, baby." She sucks and licks without hesitation, her body writhing on
the bed. He pulls them out when they're clean, capturing her mouth with his
cum inside.
Pulling away, they're both spent and breathless, and Lux collapses right
beside her, his cock still rock hard.
It's my turn...
I roll on top of her and slowly move up her body, straddling her chest
with my cock right above her face.
"It's my turn, Little Bird, and you're going to watch while I paint a
fucking masterpiece with my cum."
"Paint me, Picasso." She smirks, making me lose it.
I grab her hand and put it around my cock for her to stroke, but I keep
mine over it to show her how I want it done. Tiny, clear beads of fluid circle
the tip, seeping out even more once her hand is around me, rubbing against
my piercings. I shudder as she squeezes my shaft, making my cum spill out
in hot, thick spurts. I grab her hair to hold her head still, and I come all over
her face, starting at her forehead and making my way down to her neck.
She’s fucking covered in cum, but I’m not finished yet.
I grit my teeth and suck in a breath as the last intense wave of pleasure
bursts. My dick twitches and throbs against our hands as my cum spills
around her neck, giving the illusion of a pearl necklace.
 “Fucking Christ, you look so damn beautiful wearing my cum, little
bird.” I collapse beside her, leaving her with a look of complete shock. My
eyes dart to the thick globs of come coating her skin, and my fucking heart
swells at the sight. It’s when I admire the gooey strand around her neck that
I instantly fall in love with her all over again. I don’t give many girls “pearl
necklaces”. I save those for the special ones, just like my fucking little bird.
Even as she glares at me like she’s trying to kill me with her pretty eyes,
I reach over and take my finger to her neck, smearing the thick, slimy line
of come across her collarbone as if I’m finger painting a fucking
masterpiece. Lux joins in and we paint together, making her eyes roll back
in her head again.
Next, we swipe our fingers along her cheek, scooping a glob of slimy
come that we shove right into her mouth. When I feel her tongue circle my
fingers and lick my seed, I almost fucking come again. Lux has the same
look of broken desperation in his eyes as I steal a glance at him while she
sucks our fingers. After spreading the rest of it around her flesh and yanking
my fingers from between her lips, I lean back against the headboard and
light a cigarette. Lux pulls his fingers out and kisses her, not wanting to
stop.
I take a long drag from my cigarette before handing it to Lux, exhaling
slowly as I run my hand through Boston's hair. She lays there, covered in
cum and looking dazed, her chest still heaving from the intense orgasm we
just gave her. It's moments like these that I feel like I could stay here
forever, with my Little Bird and Lux by my side. But I know that's not
possible. Our lifestyle doesn't allow for permanence or attachment. We'll
have to move on soon, find our next mark, and leave Boston behind. She
won't be able to handle what we do, and it's better this way.
But we always have the masks. We'll always be able to watch her.
I allow myself a few more moments to enjoy the aftermath of our little
game before I push the thoughts of the future to the back of my mind. Right
now, I'm here with Boston, my little bird, and whatever happens next will
have to wait.
Lux and I exchange a knowing look, and I'm confident that we'll find
our next adventure soon enough. But for now, we're content to revel in the
chaos and pleasure we've created. As I lean back, the scent of sex and sweat
fills the room, and I know that we've left our mark on Boston in more ways
than one. She may not realize it yet, but she's been forever changed by the
two dangerous men who just rocked her fucking world. And for now, that's
all that matters.
We'd painted our masterpiece with her, and for one brief, sparkling
moment, everything seemed fucking perfect.

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THE CRAVINGS
BOSTON

T
here's so much pain shooting through my body, burning, twisting pain.
It wakes me up from another peaceful night's sleep, causing me to
slowly sit up in the middle of the bed.
It's then I remember what happened last night. I see Donovan and Lux,
both fully naked, sound asleep on either side of me. I take in the sight of
their beautiful bodies covered in ink and intricate designs. My eyes follow
their tattoos like a map, but I don't know where the woven lines lead to. I
get lost in them, zoning out until the smacking of a branch against the
window beside the bed snaps me out of it.
Rain pours down outside, being whipped against the window panes by
the fierce wind attacking the city. I feel at peace once again. Now that I
have Donovan and Lux back in my life—by my side—I know that
everything will be alright.
Right?
Even though my body is in excruciating pain and dope sickness seeps
into my bones, I manage to climb out of bed without waking them. I grab
my clothes and tiptoe to the bathroom, only thinking about doing a shot to
feel better—to feel normal.
I've thought about quitting and seeking help, but I don't think I'm ready
just yet. And from experience, an addict has to be ready and willing to seek
treatment, or it isn't going to work.
 Maybe when I find my parents, I'll stop and get clean. Everything will
be better then.
But for now, I have to focus on getting through each day, battling the
urge to escape the pain and reality with heroin. As I inject the drug into my
veins, I try to ignore the guilt and shame that wash over me. The cravings
are too intense. The high is temporary, and the cycle starts all over again.
But I push those thoughts away, as I try to hold on to the feeling of peace
and comfort that Donovan and Lux bring into my life.
I know I can't rely on them to fix me, but their presence makes
everything a little more bearable. And as I step out of the bathroom, I make
a silent promise to myself that I'll hold on to the hope that one day, I'll find
the peace I so desperately long for.
The first sip of coffee is always the best. As I stand in the kitchen,
watching the rain fall outside, I drink my coffee. Thoughts about last night
continue to dance around in my head.
With the guys still sound asleep, I rummage through the fridge to find
something to cook, wanting them to wake up to a nice breakfast. This time
is different. At the Taylor's, I was forced to cook breakfast, lunch, and
dinner. But here, I want to do it.
Once the bacon was sizzling in the frying pan and the eggs were
whipped to perfection, I put my playlist on my phone on softly, not wanting
to wake the guys just yet. A smile spreads across my lips as I stand here, the
heat from the stove making me sweat.
Things couldn't be going any better right now, which makes me believe
that finally, life is going my way for once.
As long as I can find my parents, everything should be fine.
Once breakfast is cooked and placed in the oven to stay warm, I refill
my coffee and take it to the balcony, watching and listening to the beautiful
symphony of the rain as it soaks everything below.
I open the door and step onto the creaky wood, shivering as the heavy
wind blows, enveloping me in its soothing embrace. I lean over the edge,
watching the sun begin to peek over the horizon. It gets lighter, but not
brighter. The clouds are hiding the beauty of it. But there's nothing more
beautiful than the rain, not even the sun.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, letting the sound of the rain
wash over me. But they fling open when I feel an arm curl around my waist.
 "Shh, don't be scared, pretty girl," Lux whispers into my ear, making me
shiver against his body.
From up here, I watch Donovan run down the street below, slightly
confused.
Lux continues to pepper kisses all over the side of my neck until he
makes his way to the nape of it, a hard shiver wracking my body.
"Where is he going?" I ask breathlessly, leaning to the side to give him
better access as I grip the wet railing until my knuckles turn white.
"Errands," he growls in my ear, flicking my lobe with his tongue. "It's
just us for a little while."
I push back against him, his hands sliding up and down my body, taking
in every inch he can feel.
Lux's touch is electric, and I can hardly remember my own name as he
pulls me closer to him, spinning me so we're face-to-face. I close my eyes
and let myself be carried away by the sensation of his lips on mine,
knowing that nothing else matters right this second. His hand snakes up my
back and tangles in my hair, giving it a gentle but firm tug.
"You know how long I've been wanting to get you alone?" He asks, his
eyes narrowed, his brow raised.
"How long?" I tease, knowing how much he's into the chase.
"Too fucking long." A sexy grin curls on his lips as he inches his face
closer to mine, capturing my mouth again.
Lost in the kiss, my back pressed against the railing, I slide my hand
down his pants and wrap it around his cock. A groan slips from his throat as
he sinks his teeth into my lip, pushing my legs open. In a move quicker than
a bolt of lightning, Lux has me spun back around with my chest pinned to
the railing. His hands grasp my hips and he tugs me against his cock.
I gasp, feeling the heat of his body against mine, and I arch my back,
pressing myself closer to him. Lux's touch sends waves of desire through
me, and I find myself lost in the moment, craving more of him.
And he gives it to me.
He rips my bottoms down, exposing my bare skin to the world, the cold
air covering me with goosebumps.
"Lux!" I yell, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.
He grabs the back of my neck and puts his mouth right next to my ear,
his hard, pierced cock rubbing against my pussy, making it hard to
concentrate.
 "Just go with it, pretty girl."
He enters me in a single thrust that has my toes rising off the wet
balcony. I hang my head, feeling every inch of him sliding inside me,
deliciously stretching me out, grunt by grunt. I widen my legs and push my
ass out, hearing a sigh of satisfaction slip from his lips as he bottoms out
inside of me.
"Fuck, that's it." He pulls me back on his dick as I move with him,
trying to match his strokes. Each time he pushes in, his piercings glide
against my walls, making my entire body shudder.
"You want me to show you how much I fucking missed you, Boston?”
Thrust…
“How much I thought about you?” Thrust…
“How much I fucking craved you?" He growls, his chest vibrating
against my back as he pounds into me, leaving the imprint of the railing
below my breasts.
"Mhm, yes. Show me, Lux," I pant, my head swimming in the riot of
sensation coursing through me.
He fucks me hard, fast, and deep, making sure I feel every inch of his
cock. His grip on the back of my neck tightens before he slides his hand to
the front of my throat and squeezes until black dots dance in my eyes. He
keeps squeezing, even as I tap his arm for him to let up, his body tensing
against mine.
I gasp for air as the pressure on my throat becomes unbearable, my
heart pounding in my chest, my pulse in my ears. Just as I start to feel
lightheaded, he releases his hold, and I slump forward, my body trembling
from the intensity of the moment.
As I catch my breath and steady myself, I push my ass against him,
silently urging him to continue. Lux responds by grabbing my hips and
resuming his rhythmic thrusts, his movements growing even more
possessive and urgent.
The world around us disappears as we become lost in each other, the
cool air and the sound of Donovan's distant footsteps fading into the
background. All that matters is the raw, unbridled passion between us, the
unspoken connection that draws us together in this private moment of
uninhibited desire.
He chokes me again as my pussy starts clenching around his cock. I
relish in the fast pace of my heart and the dots that consume my vision once
again. Hot liquid drips down the inside of my thighs, and my body shakes
from the orgasmic sensations. I throw my head back against his shoulder,
squeezing his cock like a vise.
And then everything goes black.

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THE PUNISHMENT
DONOVAN

I
didn't want to leave the apartment. Not when Boston was finally there
with us. But this other matter had to be dealt with.
The entire walk to the other side of town, I couldn't stop thinking
about what Lux and Boston were doing. I couldn't stop picturing it.
I was fucking jealous. Of course, I was jealous.
He was alone with the only girl either of us had ever really wanted.
There was something special about Boston, but neither of us ever knew
what it was. It could've been the way she smiled—how broken she looked.
Even with her eyes filled with pain, her smile would brighten up the darkest
of days.
That was the thing about me and Lux. We were drawn to the damaged
beauty. We didn't go for the normal girls who came from a loving family.
We went for the broken girls, hoping we could fix them along the way.
Boston was a challenge for us. She'd always been. And that's why we
fucking wanted her so badly.
She belonged to us years ago. And she belongs with us now.
Getting closer to Ace's corner, I pull my hood on and slide my mask
over my face, using different colored lights today.
I unsheathe my knife and hold it firmly, hiding it up my sleeve from the
pouring rain. My heart thumps against my ribcage, and my pulse echoes in
my ears. I can hear the sound of the blood coursing through my veins,
mimicking the sound of water running down a stream.
 This kill is different. Ace was someone Lux and I grew fond of while
we were staying at the warehouse. We trusted him. We had his back. So for
him to pull the shit he did with Boston is like a fucking stab in the back.
Shaking off the memories, I enter the abandoned building, keeping my
head down. I can hear him talking, but no one else is here. As I get closer,
he stands with his back facing me, his phone pressed against his ear. I walk
closer, quieter, and pull my hand out, raising my arm with the knife
gleaming.
He drugged Boston. I had to do this.
It all happens so fast. My hand is over Ace's mouth, and I yank him
backwards onto my knife, his phone smashing onto the floor. I hear the
blade piercing his flesh, nicking bones as I plunge it deeper.
"Ahghh!" he yells against my palm as I continue to stab him in the back
like he did to me.
His white shirt is soaked in his blood, turning the entire thing red. I drop
him to the ground, bending down to wipe his blood off of my knife on his
jeans.
And then I sneak out of the building as quickly as I snuck in, slipping
into the gloom of the city like nothing happened.
Arriving back at the apartment, I took off my mask and hoodie, trying to
push the thoughts of what I had just done out of my mind. Lux was sitting
on the couch, and I could see the concern in his eyes as he looked at me.
"You're back," he said, standing up and walking over to me. "Are you
okay?"
I nodded, not wanting to talk about what had just happened. I couldn't
bring myself to tell Lux the details of what went down, not when I was so
worried about where Boston was.
She was the only piece of the past that we both held onto, and we
weren't going to let anyone take her away from us again.
BOSTON
I woke up with a killer headache and dark bruises around my neck. I didn't
know what had happened at first. It took me a minute to remember that Lux
had literally fucked me until I passed out.
They weren't the same sweet boys I knew when we lived at The
Taylors'. They were grown now. They were possessive, rough, and over the
top. But at the same time, they were protective, caring, and willing to bow
at my fucking feet.
I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know if that was normal. I had no
experience with real life. I was trapped in The Taylor's house all of my life,
sheltered from everyday reality. But as much as I loved the attention from
them, I was on a mission, and I couldn't let them derail my plans to find my
parents.
After a shower and putting on makeup that didn't cover shit, I dressed
warmly in Lux's clothes and took my laptop to the balcony. The fresh air
and sound of the rain always help me think.
Searching for information on my parents with what I know, I see
Donovan come home, but I don't go inside. I can hear the two of them
talking, but I ignore it. I focused on the search results for the names I had
been given: Sarah and Dylan Stone—the names of my parents.
As I scrolled through the search results, my heart sank. There was no
trace of Sarah and Dylan Stone. It was like they had disappeared off the
face of the earth. The frustration and helplessness washed over me as I tried
to piece together any clue that could lead me to them.
The sound of the balcony door opening interrupted my thoughts. Lux
stepped out, a concerned look on his face.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.
I nodded, not wanting to burden him with my problems. "I'm fine, just
tired," I lied.
Lux didn't look convinced, but he respected my privacy.
"Alright, let me know if you need anything," he said before going back
inside. "We have to head off to work soon."
As I continued my search, a name caught my eye. It was brief, just a
mention in an old news article about a car accident. Sarah and Dylan Stone.
My heart raced as I clicked on the link, hoping for some answers.
 The article revealed that they had indeed been in a car accident, but
there were no details about their current whereabouts. It was a dead end, but
at least it confirmed that they had existed.
A few more searches, and Facebook, of all places, brings me to their
profiles. My heart swells with hope, and tears well up in my eyes—happy
tears.
I've found them.
After clicking on mutual friends and looking at locations, I eventually
find an address that yields some hope. Lighting a cigarette, I lean back
against the wet iron chair, a smile on my face that's never been bigger.
This is it. This is what I've been waiting for since I was eight. I found
my parents, and now it's time to meet them... again.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my laptop and looked out at the rain. I
had a long journey ahead of me, but at least now I had some direction. The
thought of finally finding my parents gave me a renewed sense of
determination. And with Lux and Donovan by my side, I knew I could face
whatever came my way.

LUX
I knew Boston was up to something on the balcony. I just didn't know what.
When she slipped out to run and grab smokes, the first thing Donovan
and I did was search her computer.
"Her fucking parents," Donovan sneers, guzzling the rest of his beer
down in one sip.
"She's searching for them so she can go stay with them." My eyes focus
on the screen until I find what Boston was searching for. "She found them."
Shock consumes my voice, and it cracks as the words come out.
If she finds the address, that means she's leaving. She said it from the
start.
 "We can't let her go," I tell D, and he nods his head in agreement.
"Fuck no. She's not going anywhere. She has no idea who they really
are, and if she goes, it's only going to break her some more."
Boston had no fucking idea who her parents were. They weren't the
sweet, loving people who left her that journal. It was all an act to make her
feel better. Donovan and I couldn't let her find out the truth. We knew it
because of the Taylors, but Boston didn't know that. And we'd be dammed if
we let her find out now.
She had been through enough already, and we couldn't bear to see her
go through more pain.
But as we stood there, contemplating what to do, the answer came to
both of us at the same time.
Donovan and I had the same mind, and I knew exactly what he was
thinking.
"We have to. It's the only way to protect her from getting hurt, and it's
the only way to keep her with us," Donovan sighed, heartbreak all over his
face while anger washed over mine.
Boston's parents didn't deserve her. They had her once and fucked up
big time. Why wouldn't we do something about it?
"She needs to go back to the warehouse tonight. I need to make sure
she's safe while we're gone."
"And you don't think our apartment is the safest place?"
"Not when so many people know where we live. I'd rather her at the
warehouse where she's with other people, even if she's locked in her room."
“She doesn't know that we're affiliated with Remy or the warehouse.”
I look at him and smirk. “She will tonight.”
I take out my phone to call Remy, hoping he can work some magic to
get her there.
We needed to make sure Boston was safe while we were away, but even
as I made the call, I had doubts about my decision clouding my mind. The
only place that was safe for Boston was with us.
I could only hope that tonight would go as planned, and that we'd be
back with Boston by morning.

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THE BETRAYAL
BOSTON

"I need you to work tonight. I have a job for you, Boston," Remy says
through the phone.
I hesitated before answering, knowing I had planned to head out
tonight for my parents place in Dorchester.
I sigh and hope for the best. "Actually, Remy, I can't tonight. I'm going
out of town."
He laughs, his evil tone making a chill trickle down my spine. "Nice try.
You owe me a night of work for the night you stayed here. I'll see you in
twenty."
He hangs up, leaving me speechless. Fuck, what am I going to do now?
Stomping around Lux's room with an attitude, I put on an outfit I picked
up earlier and dolled myself up in makeup, my hair straight and flowing
down my back.
"Where are you going?" Donovan asks, suddenly appearing in the
doorway.
"Work. Remy said he had a job for me." I slip my feet into my black
wedges, tying my outfit together.
"We know Remy too. We'll take you," Lux demands, a stern look on his
face as he does an obvious sweep of my body with his hungry, protective
gaze.
"I'd like that." I offer a smile, thinking that on the walk there, I'd tell
them about my plans to see my parents. “But how do you know Remy?”
 Donovan and Lux exchange a mischievous look before nodding in
agreement.
“We used to work for him.” Nothing else is said, leaving me wondering
what they're hiding and why.
As we leave the house and make our way to meet Remy, I try to think of
a way to get out of this. But I can't. I have to own up to shit now that I'm
alone in the real world.
I wasn't prepared for this, but I have no choice.
Donovan holds one hand and Lux holds the other; neither one is willing
to let go. But I love it, so I grip their hands tighter, showing them I'm never
letting go either.
"I found my parents," I blurted out, hoping the sound of the rolling
thunder drowned it out.
But it didn't. I can feel both men squeeze my hands even harder,
bringing on a slight throbbing pain shooting down my wrists.
"You found them, huh?" Donovan asks first, giving me a smile with a
hidden meaning I can't decode. "Good for you."
"So does that mean you're leaving?" Lux doesn't even look at me when
he says it, but I know I'm ripping out their hearts again, so I get it.
"Yeah, I'm going to head up there after I finish whatever Remy wants
me to do." I shrug, feeling at peace as the rain soaks me. "But it's not like I
won't be back. I just have to do this," I whisper, squeezing their hands a
little tighter.
"You do you, pretty girl," Lux says, smiling now.
"Yeah, spread those wings and soar, little bird. Feel the fucking wind
beneath those wings." Donovan winks, warming my insides.
"I plan to. I'll come back to the nest eventually," I say, feeling the
warmth of their hands enveloping mine.
The rest of the walk to the warehouse, a smile stays glued to my face. I
didn't know what the night had in store or what the future had in store. I was
going to see my parents again, and that's all that really mattered.
L ux and D onovan left in a hurry as soon as they knew I' d made it
safely. I wondered where they were going, but the thoughts were erased
from my mind when I walked in and saw Remy.
Standing with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette hanging out of his
mouth, he looked like a fucking Titan. Well over six feet with jet black hair
that was styled neatly on top of his head, he pierced his hazel eyes into
mine as I walked closer, taking long, slow strides.
His muscles bulged, and his white shirt clung to every part of him as if
it were painted on. He was fucking gorgeous. But I had who I wanted, and I
wasn't going to let my hormones play tricks on me.
"How old are you, sweet thing?" Remy finally asks, after taking every
inch of my body in, his eyes raking the length of me.
"Eighteen," I whisper, avoiding everyone else's gaze that's gathered in
the living room area in the warehouse.
"Can you dance?" His thick brow raises into an arch, and he rubs his
hands together, his demeanor shifting to something intriguing.
I've never danced before, besides in the shower and randomly in my
room when I wasn't chained down. But it's definitely not good enough for
whatever Remy has in store for me.
"I've never danced before," I tell him, deciding to play it safe.
But it doesn't work how I expected.
"Come with me. I'll teach you everything you need to know." He smirks
and licks his lips, spinning on his heel.
I follow behind him, fiddling with the hem of my skirt. I'm nervous for
what might happen, but I don't want to show it. Everyone here already gives
me strange looks, I don't need any drama coming my way from this.
Once we reached his office, Remy stopped and turned to face me.
"Let's start with the basics," he said, gesturing for me to stand in front of
him.
He sits down, pulling me onto his lap right away. His hands hold my
hips tightly, and he rocks me back and forth over his cock. Our eyes lock,
and he smirks again, bringing a light blush to my cheeks.
"Wind your body, sweet thing. Roll these hips and pop that ass out. Feel
the beat inside you. Dance for me."
I tried to focus on his instructions, but his presence was so
overwhelming that I couldn't concentrate. It was as if he had some kind of
magnetic pull that drew me in, and I found myself getting lost in the rhythm
of the music and his movements.
I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but I couldn't deny the
excitement of the unknown.

LUX
Finding Boston's parent's house wasn't hard. We had the address from the
beginning. It blended in with all the other close-knit houses lining the street,
slightly on a steep incline. It was more rundown than the others, though.
That's what gave it away.
Walking down the alley beside the house, Donovan and I mask up, not
knowing who's in the house and what to expect. But this has to happen
tonight, or we'll lose Boston forever.
My mind raced, and disturbing thoughts clouded it, thoughts about
Boston being at the warehouse. As much as I would've loved for her to stay
at our apartment, we couldn't trust the characters that would randomly stop
by. Selling drugs for Remy had its perks, but it also had its downfalls too,
and D and I found that out too many fucking times.
"What's the plan?" Donovan asks as we approach the backdoor after
taking a walk around the house, peeking in the windows. "There's fucking
kids in there."
"I know. We're gonna have to wait until they're asleep. They don't need
to see what we're about to do." I hold my knife in my hand, gripping it so
hard that my knuckles turn white.
"I don't like this, Lux," Donovan says, glancing back at the kids playing
in the living room. "We can't risk them waking up and seeing us."
"I don't like it either, but we don't have a choice," I reply, my voice
strained with tension. "We have to do this quietly."
 We crouch in the shadows, waiting for the lights in the house to go out
one by one. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the house goes dark,
and we make our move.
Slipping through the backdoor, we move silently through the house,
searching for Boston's parents. We find them in a small room at the end of
the hall, both snoring on the small, full-sized mattress on the floor.
Donovan shuts the door and locks it as I circle the bed, pulling out zip-
ties from my backpack. Needles, meth pipes, and an assortment of drugs are
scattered around the room, making it obvious that they're in a drug-induced
stupor. It was fucking perfect. Them being knocked out cold, allowed me to
bind their ankles and wrists, making sure they couldn't go anywhere.
I nod at D and he flips on the light, ready to get this show on the road.
The quicker we kill them, the quicker we get back to Boston.
"Wake the fuck up," I yell, gliding the edge of my blade across Sara's
cheek.
Her eyes fling open and she looks confused. Donovan hits Dylan with
the butt of his gun, waking him up.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" he roars, tugging at the
restrains.
"The lucky ones who get to take your last fucking breath," I sneer,
pressing the blade into Sara's throat, blood seeping from the slice instantly.
She gasps, but lays frozen on the bed as I slide the knife down, leaving
slice after slice on her scarred skin. I watch Donovan out of the corner of
my eye, working the silencer on his gun. Once ready, he presses the muzzle
against Dylan's kneecap, and fires one shot, the sheet soaking with blood
immediately.
"Argghh! Take the fucking kids!" he yells, making us stop our torture
and look at their bloodied bodies in confusion.
"What the fuck does that mean?" I turn to face Sara, squeezing her
mouth open, my blade resting on her tongue.
"You're here to buy the kids, right? Just take them. We don't even need
the money!" she pleads, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I feel sick to my stomach, hearing her confession. But I'm not surprised.
Boston was taken away from them because she was being sold to
traffickers, and somehow the police intercepted it. It doesn't surprise me
that they're at it again, selling kids for drug money.
 Donovan loses it. He starts beating Dylan with his gun, blood spatter
covering him and the wall behind him. Sara looks at me with fear in her
eyes as I raise my knife, showing no mercy. I stab her over and over,
ignoring the way her body twitches with each blow. She cries, so I grab her
tongue and slice it off, not wanting to hear her anymore.
Soaked in blood and worked-up more than ever before, Donovan and I
step back once they stop moving, admiring our work.
"The kids," Donovan says, his voice heavy with regret. "We can't leave
them here."
I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of responsibility towards them. With
a quick call to social services, we lock the bedroom door and slip out of the
house, soaked in the blood of Boston's parents.
We take off our masks and shed the bloody clothing on our walk,
dumping the evidence in a burn barrel with flames so bright they hurt my
eyes. We huddled around it, taking a moment to accept what we had just
done. I light a blunt right away, needing the high to calm me down before I
have a fucking panic attack.
We betrayed Boston, and she'd have no idea unless we told her. But
Donovan and I agreed from the start that she could never find out. So what
if her parents were child molesters who dabbled in trafficking? They were
her parents, and if she knew we were the ones who killed them, she'd never
fucking forgive us for it.
Donovan and I had gone to great lengths to protect her, even if it meant
doing what we did tonight.
We slipped into the darkness, leaving the flames and our past behind,
heading to the warehouse to find our friend.

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THE DANCER
BOSTON

A
nother shot is being pushed into my arm, and the rush from the dope
is instant.
Laid out on the couch in Remy's office, I stare at him through a
film of haze and dim lighting as he hovers over me with a sinister grin on
his lips.
I don't know how it got this far. The last thing I remember is grinding on
his lap. Now, I'm half-naked on the couch while he grinds on top of me and
showers the bruises around my throat with kisses.
"Who did that to you, sweet thing?" He glides his tongue in circles,
tracing each bruise from Lux and Donovan's fingertips. "I'll fucking kill
them for leaving such ugly marks on such perfect, innocent skin."
"I... I don't know," I lie, not wanting them to get in trouble for
something I enjoyed more than anything.
He smirks, knowing I'm holding back. But to my surprise, he lets it go,
climbing off of me.
"Now that we know you can dance, that's what you'll be doing... for
me." He lights a cigarette and counts out a few bills from a stack he pulls
from his pocket.
As I struggle to sit up, I reach for my clothes, feeling a mix of confusion
and shame. I hastily dress myself, avoiding Remy's eyes as he watches me
with a predatory gaze.
 "Remember, sweet thing," he whispers, "you belong to me now. No one
else gets to touch you like I do."
“But I…”
He puts his finger to my lips and bores his eyes into mine, speaking
with a single glance. “You're fucking mine. You owe me, sweet thing.”
I nod, feeling trapped in this web of desire and danger. As I make my
way out of his office, I can't shake the feeling of being marked as his
possession. I walk through the dark hall, feeling hollow and lost. My mind
is clouded with conflicting emotions, and I can't shake off the feeling that
I've sold a piece of myself to the devil.
But deep down, I know I can't run away from this. I've tasted the
forbidden fruit, and now I'm entangled in its grip, unable to break free.
What will Donovan and Lux say? What will they do?
All I did was go in to learn how to dance. But I came out corrupted and
chained to the devil in a delicious body. I was fucked.
Higher than a fucking kite, I lay on my bed with the window wide open,
humming along with the music coming from my phone. I wait for Donovan
and Lux to get back, wondering how I'm going to tell them about Remy.
It's not long before they show up, sneaking in my bedroom door. I sit
up, my entire body still numb from the drugs consuming me. They look
lost. Distant. Afraid. They never turn the light on, and when they speak, it's
two words. That's it.
"Let's go," Lux commands, his tone unusually dark and low.
Without hesitation, I get up and grab my backpack, more than willing to
go wherever they want.
I'm whisked into the night, rain showering us, washing away the sins
from the night, but not their imprints in our minds. Just like on the walk to
the warehouse, they each grab one of my hands and hold it, making me feel
at ease.
I couldn't figure out what it was, but something was different about
them. Darkness consumed them, following them like a black aura,me but it
only made them more desirable. I didn't know what those feelings were, but
I was praying with each step that we took that I'd get to find out when we
got back.
But for now, I was content to let the rain wash away the remnants of the
night. As we walked in silence, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort
from Lux and Donovan's touch. I knew they were hiding something, but I
couldn't ask. And the way they looked at me told me that they already knew
about Remy. But why weren't they saying anything?
When we finally arrived back at their place, Lux and Donovan led me
inside, their movements deliberate and focused. They were keeping
something from me, and I was sure it was related to Remy and his hold over
me.
As we sat in the living room, I braced myself to tell them everything,
but before I could say a word, Lux spoke up. "I'm going to fucking kill
him," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Remy's not going to let you go
that easily."
My heart raced as Donovan's gaze met mine. "Tell me what happened,"
he added, his eyes flashing with determination.
I followed their lead, ready to break free from the clutches of the devil
and join forces with the darkness that consumed Lux and Donovan.
"He wanted me to dance for him. And after a shot of dope, I don't
remember what happened next." I look down, hearing how pathetic I sound.
"I should've known he'd pull some sick shit," Lux spits, running his
hands through his blonde hair. He looked so fucking gorgeous under the
light, and I wanted nothing more than to have him.
"I need to go find my parents," I tell them again, pushing the shit with
Remy to the back of my mind.
How bad could it really be if I left? I was hoping that Remy wouldn't do
anything.
"You're still on that shit, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, Donovan. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, my mouth hanging
open in shock.
"After the night we've had, you're fucking ours tonight," Lux begins,
standing up from the couch. "And you're going to get your little ass in the
fucking room so me and D can drown you in our cum."
I swallow hard, trying to keep the drool from dripping out of my mouth.
The look on his face told me he wasn't joking, so I got up wicked fast and
dashed for the room. I could hear them coming behind me, their whispers
falling on deaf ears. The sound of gunfire echoed outside like any other
night, but tonight felt different.
"You're not Remy's," Donovan tells me as he strips off his clothes.
"You're ours and tonight, we're going to make sure everyone fucking knows
it, Boston."
 I stared at him in confusion, not noticing Lux on the other side of me,
his blade gleaming under the rays of the moon streaming in through the
window.
But it didn't matter, not anymore. Remy's hold on me was now a distant
memory as I laid there, staring up at Donovan and Lux. They were right,
and I was more than willing to submit to them. I embraced the darkness and
pain, letting go of the haunting memories of Remy.
I was theirs, and they were mine. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

DONOVAN
Hovering over Boston, I take hold of the collar of her shirt and roughly rip
it down the middle, revealing her erect nipples, perfectly positioned on her
supple, perky breasts. As I watch her breathe, my mouth starts to water, and
I lick my lips.
"Jesus. You could've just asked me to take it off. Now I have nothing to
wear home again," she states, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Where's the fucking fun in that?" Lux asks, chuckling as he gets behind
her, putting her between his open legs.
I lower my head to her neck and begin sucking, using my tongue to kiss
her delicate skin, and my teeth to make her squirm. When she grabs my
sides and lets out a low moan, I sink my teeth in harder and grind them
against her skin, leaving behind a tattoo worthy bite mark when I pull my
mouth away.
I stare down at her, using my hand to push down the boxers fitted to her
curvy hips, finally freeing her warm pussy as I settle right between her legs.
I admire the bright red bite mark I left on her neck, already wanting to sink
my teeth into her again.
Lux teases her with the knife, gliding the point over her nipples, making
her suck in a breath. "Relax, Pretty Girl," he whispers, nipping at her ear.
"We're not going to do anything to hurt you. All we want to do is make you
feel good... show you that you belong to us, Boston. You belong with us."
Reaching under the pillow beside her head, I retrieve my blade and
bring it right in front of her face. My grin is sadistic, and my eyes are dark
and wild, while my little bird's eyes are wide and fearful, rapidly flickering
from side to side, her plump lips pursed as they quiver.
"Like Lux said, no reason to be afraid, Little Bird. We told you the first
time that we weren't going to hurt you. Didn't we?"
She nods her head frantically, biting anxiously on her lip as I sit on my
knees and open the knife, Lux holding her, his arm pressed against her
throat.
"Use your fucking words."
"Yes," she whispers, biting the inside of her cheek.
"Yes, what?" I push her thighs open wider, spreading her glistening lips
open in the process.
I lower the blade and push the tip against her clit, slowly sweeping my
eyes back up to her face.
"Y…Yes. You're not… not gonna hurt me," she pants with her eyes
swirling in confusion, swallowing hard and slow.
She doesn't know whether to be terrified that my knife is in her pussy, or
to enjoy the feeling that it gives her. I press harder and begin working the
blade in circles, watching as the expression on her face slowly changes
from fear to pleasure. This is what I didn't get to do last night. I wanted to
play with her pussy before I fucked it, but I was in such a fucking rush to
just have her.
Now I get to do both, so I'm gonna fucking enjoy it.
Once she starts bucking her hips lightly, chasing the touch of the knife, I
flip it around and grip the blade carefully. Lux holds her against him, her
thighs shaking as I swipe the handle along her slit and push right into her
opening, making her gasp as I dip it in and out of her like I'd do with my
fingers.
"Ugh, why are you guys so… so weird?" She moans, throwing her head
back against Lux and gripping his thighs as I fuck her pussy with my knife.
She tries to act like she hates it, but her body is telling us otherwise. My
cock, throbbing and hard, aching to be inside her, presses against the tender
flesh near her pussy, leaving shiny spots of moisture all over her skin.
 "What do you mean, weird?" I ask, already knowing the answer, but
wanting to make her say it.
"You know—the knife—why do you guys like that?"
"Why do you like it, Little Bird?"
She grins, parting her lips to let a throaty moan spill from her mouth as I
keep sinking the knife in and out of her, trying to get her to come all over it.
She doesn't say anything else. Instead, she lies back and grasps the sheet
even tighter, trying to lock her legs closed, but the force of Lux's grip stops
her. Her back arches and her hips buck wildly as she continues to chase her
climax by taking the knife even deeper. I put my hand on her belly and push
her down, forcing her flat against Lux as I speed up my other one and use
frantic strokes to bring her over the edge.
She fucking screams, and her pussy gushes like Niagara Falls, her
release coating the handle of my blade and making the spot between her
thighs drenched. Her scent invades my nostrils and sends a warm sensation
throughout my body.
When I slide the knife out of her, the handle glistens in the light with
her cum. I slip it between her lips and watch as she swirls her tongue
around it, keeping my eyes deadlocked on Boston's as she trembles from the
high.
Without waiting for her to come down fully, I grab her waist and flip her
over, tugging her ass back toward me.
"Get up, Little Bird, and spread those legs for me." Even though she's
shaking and struggling to catch her breath, she raises herself and props
herself up on her elbows.
With my hand on her lower back, I push her body down how I want her,
and line up my cock with her soaked opening. I enter her in a slow,
penetrating thrust, making her tense and moan as her pussy swallows my
cock.
"God damn," I huff through clenched teeth, relishing the mini
explosions going off inside me as I bury myself in her pussy.
She tightens around my shaft as I thrust, still gripping Lux’s thighs
beneath her as if they'll help her hold on. When I dig my fingers into her
hips and slam her back against me, she yelps loudly and buries her face in
his chest as I fuck her.
The bed shakes.
Sweat from my brow drips to her back as our bodies merge as one.
 I increase my strokes, fucking her mercilessly, without a care in the
world. She pushes against me, trying to take me deeper than what I'm
giving her, and it makes me grin to see it.
I snatch my knife from beside me and open it, pushing the blade against
her ass cheek. She freezes as I continue to pound into her, making her pussy
gush and slippery.
"What are you doing?" She goes to turn her head, but I push it into Lux
as I sink the blade into her flesh and swipe it downward, carving a little
pattern into her skin.
"What the fuck, Donovan?" Panic fills her voice, and I shudder,
watching the blood trickle down her ass from the small mark I branded her
with.
"I fucking marked you. Get over it. It's Lux's turn now." I put the knife
back down and pull out of her just as my cum spills out onto her back,
dripping down her ass crack to her pussy, and then pooling on the sheet
under her.
I stroke my cock faster, slapping the pierced tip along her pussy as I
paint her with the rest of my cum. Feeling the rush inside me about to burst,
I flip her back over and squeeze her lips shut, rubbing the rest of my release
across them so they glisten, as if she's wearing lip gloss.
I collapse beside her and chuckle as she licks my cum off her lips and
narrows her eyes into little slits at me, trying to be all big and bad.
"You had no right to cut me, Donovan!" You told me you wouldn't hurt
me."
"Did I fucking hurt you? You weren't crying or begging me to stop,
were you?"
"No, but-"
"Exactly. Stop fucking whining, Little Bird. You and I both know that
you fucking loved it." I take in the way her tiny nose scrunches and the way
her puffy lips curl when she smirks, acknowledging that I'm right.
"I wouldn't be complaining if I were you, Pretty Girl," Lux chimes in,
taking over as I light a smoke. "I still have to take my turn."
Her eyes grow wild, the cum on her glistening under the gleam of the
moon. She looks so fucking beautiful, drenched in it, and I can't wait to see
the final masterpiece when Lux is finished.
LUX
I admire Boston in her natural form, naked and completely at my mercy.
Cum glistens all over her tanned skin, while blood drips down the curve
of her ass. She's never looked more beautiful. But she will.
"Get up and dance for me, Pretty Girl," I demand, sitting on the couch
in our room with my knife in one hand and my gun in the other.
Killing her parents put us both in a mood, and right now, I crave the
chaos. Any way that I can own Boston, I will. Tonight, fuck what Remy
says.
She gets off the bed, limping as she saunters over, running her hands
through her long, dark hair. I'm mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the
bounce of her breasts, and I sit here like a hungry animal, craving her taste
on my tongue.
"Don't be afraid, Pretty Girl.
"I'm not afraid, Lux."
She starts to move to the rhythm of the music I've turned on, her body a
beautiful sight to behold. I can see the fear in her eyes, and it only fuels my
desire for power over her.
But as she dances, rolling her hips and grinding her ass against my cock,
I realize that my need to control her is not enough. I want to break her,
utterly and completely.
I grab her roughly, pressing my lips to hers, tasting the mix of sweat,
fear, and desperation. Pushing my gun between her legs, I rub the barrel
along her soaked slit, making her buck into the touch as she continues to
dance.
Donovan watches in fascination, stroking his cock to Boston's
movements. Her hands clasp around my shoulders and our eyes lock, a
moment of something passing between us.
 She lowers her mouth to mine and kisses me, opening her legs wider as
I ease my gun into her pussy.
"Ride it, Boston. Be a good girl and ride my gun," I growl deeply in her
ear, turned on by the rocking of her hips as she rides and sinks on my gun.
I thrust in and out of her as she rolls her body to the beat of the song,
sliding up and down on my gun. The smell of cigarettes and sex consumes
the tiny space around us, making my cock ache harder for her cunt. Her
juices soak my gun. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her body shakes, and I
can tell she's about to come.
So I pull my gun out of her cunt and lay it beside us, slamming her
down on my cock so she can come all over it.
"You come on my cock, Pretty Girl." I hold her hips and slam her down
again, ripping a deep moan from her throat.
"Lu...Lux," she screams into my mouth as I swipe my tongue around
hers, feeling her cunt grip my cock.
"Good girl. Come for me, Boston. Come for Donovan. Come for us."
Our eyes lock again and she lets go, soaking my dick and my balls.
I pick up my knife again, and bring it in front of her face. This time, her
eyes don't even widen. I put it against her throat and glide the dull edge
down her chest, stopping just below her breast.
"Are you mine?" I ask, teasing her with the tip of my knife.
"Yes, I'm yours." She nods her head, biting her lip as I begin to press the
point into her skin.
I carve out three simple letters, watching the blood flow down her
stomach and pool in our laps. She still doesn't flinch.
After carving my name into her skin, I drop the knife and grab her
throat, pulling her mouth to meet mine.
I kiss her hard, tasting the blood and feeling the warm, sticky mess
between us. She moans into my mouth, her body still trembling from the
intensity of her orgasm. I know that I have her now, completely and utterly.
And as I keep kissing her, I feel a surge of power and satisfaction coursing
through my veins.
In one swift move I have her on her back and I'm straddling her waist,
my cock aimed at her mouth. Squeezing her cheeks, I let a mouthful of my
spit fall into her mouth, watching as she swallows it happily. My cock
throbs against my palm, each stroke bringing me closer. Until finally, my
heavy balls tighten and my cum jets out all over her, drowning her face in a
layer of glistening white.
As I look into Boston's eyes, I can see the fire burning within her. She's
mine now, body and soul. And nothing and no one will come between us.

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THE MURDER
BOSTON

I
sat on the train in the back, staring out the window at the snow
blanketing the city. The rain had let up, but the snow took its place,
turning everything into a dirty slush.
But I didn't care.
I was on my way to see my parents for the first time since I was taken
away, and nothing could bring me down.
I snuck out of the apartment when Lux and Donovan fell asleep, not
wanting to burden them with my decision anymore than I already had. I was
still afraid of what Remy would do when he found out I'd left, but I was
more afraid of how my foster brothers would react.
After all this time of being apart, we were finally together, like it was
always meant to be.
But I had to do this for my own sanity. I had to find out where I came
from and why I was taken away.
With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to push away the anxiety.
As the train rolled on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement
building up inside me. The unknown awaited me at the end of this journey,
and I was ready to face it.
When the train finally arrived at my destination, I stepped out onto the
platform and took in the familiar sights of my childhood town. Everything
seemed smaller than where I'd just left, yet strangely comforting.
 I made my way to the address I had scribbled down for my parents'
house, my heart racing with anticipation. I never really thought of this
going bad, but as I walked in the snow, the sound of crunching under my
shoes, I started to worry that it just might.
What if they didn't want me? Want anything to do with me? Maybe
that's the reason they never came back for me. Maybe they didn't want me
after all. Still, I had to try otherwise, a part of me would be broken forever.
I didn't want to be broken anymore. I wanted to be healed.
As I got closer, red and blue lights lit up the sky, and commotion caught
my ear. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I rounded the
corner, seeing the street filled with police cars and ambulances. Something
wasn't right.
I ran up to the crowd gathered behind the caution tape all around the
house, staring at the house that my parents lived in.
"Wh...what happened here?" I ask a bystander, panic dripping from my
voice.
"A double murder. Sara and Dylan, did you know them?"
I turn to the stranger with my jaw on the snowy pavement, slightly
nodding my head.
"Yeah... I did." I can't say anything else, no matter how hard I try.
I turn and face the house, wondering what could've gone wrong. Was
this just a horrible coincidence, or was it too good to be true?
Only three people didn't want me to come here, so I couldn't help but
think maybe Lux, Donovan, or Remy had something to do with this. But I
was more determined than ever to find out who took my happy ending away
and why.
The police were questioning neighbors and gathering evidence, but I
was focused on finding answers. My heart was heavy with grief for the loss
of my parents, but I also felt a surge of determination to seek justice for
them.
As I stared at the house, memories flooded back to me, and tears fell
from my eyes. This was the place my parents called home, where I should
have grown up. Their absence was a stark reminder of the cruel twist of fate
that had kept us apart for so long—the fate that life had dealt me.
I needed to stay strong and gather any clues that could lead me to the
truth. Something told me that there was more to this tragedy than met the
eye, and I was prepared to do whatever it took to find out what really
happened. The journey to discover my past had taken an unexpected turn,
but I was ready to face it with resolve.
I walked away from the parents, whom I didn't remember. I walked
away from all the questions I'd never get answers to. I let the snow envelope
me, hoping it would make me freeze to death, but the heat from the fire
burning inside me prevented that.
I didn't rush back to the T. I walked from town to town, keeping my
head down, ignoring every call that came through my phone. I didn't want
to talk to anyone. I wanted my parents, but that was never going to happen.
I'd never find out why I got taken away or why my parents never tried to
get me back. I feel more lost now than I ever did, and that's saying a lot.
I end up back on the T, soaked in wet rain from head to toe. I sit in the
back like I did on my way here, and pull out my works to mix up a shot.
I didn't give a fuck if someone saw me. I needed to get high. So that's
what I did. I stuck the needle in my hand and pushed the plunger, sending
the brown liquid rushing through my veins.
Suddenly, everything felt better. The pain of losing my parents wasn't
bothering me. The betrayal wasn't haunting me. I couldn't cry anymore, not
through hooded eyes, as my head slumped from an intense nod. I felt
nothing. But I was happy.
I squeezed my eyes shut and let the numbness take over. But in the back
of my mind, I knew this wasn't the answer. I couldn't keep running and
hiding behind drugs. I had to face the reality of my situation.
But I wasn't ready to come to terms with my reality just yet.
As the train rumbled down the tracks, I made a decision. I would find
out the truth about my parents and why they never tried to get me back. I
couldn't keep living with this weight on my shoulders. I needed closure,
even if it was painful.

I got back to the guys ' apartment , shocked to find all the lights
off and the place completely empty. An eerie feeling washed over me as I
crept down the dark hall, heading for Lux's room to change out of my wet
clothes.
I flipped the light on and was met with emptiness. Nothing but the
breeze enveloped me, the window slightly cracked. Needing to feel the icy
air on my skin, I left it open as I began shedding my wet clothes until every
layer was in a heap on the floor.
My body ached in ways I had never experienced before, but also in the
best fucking ways possible. The pain told me that I was still alive, even
though I didn't want to be.
My parents are dead, so why should I still be here? I thought to myself,
thinking about ending it all tonight.
I slip into a pair of black leggings, pulling a sports bra over my breasts,
wincing when the band slaps against the mark from Lux's knife that he
carved into my skin.
Pain... more pain.
I breathed through it, collapsing on the bed with a lit cigarette hanging
from between my lips. I deeply inhaled it until my lungs started to burn
from the smoke. I didn't care, though. I'm sure this will be my last night
here. I was determined for it to be.
I knew it would break Lux and Donovan, but maybe it would make
them realize how fucking broken I was, even if it was a fucked-up way to
do it.
I never said I was perfect. In fact, I was far from it. But I couldn't bear
the pain of living any longer.
I reached for the bag of heroin and my needle on Lux's nightstand and
began mixing up a shot. Just as I was about to shoot up, I heard a creaking
noise coming from the balcony. Looking up, getting on my knees to peer
out the window, nothing but darkness and falling snow is in sight.
I get back to work, tying off my arm until my purple, scarred veins
slightly bulge. Knowing I put enough dope in the shot to overdose, I take a
moment to come to terms with my decision, knowing I'll be going to a
better place where I won't have to deal with the incessant pain and constant
reminders of the hell I had for a childhood.
This would make everything better, and fuck, was I dying for that... pun
intended.
I stuck the point in my vein, seeing the red flush immediately. I
swallowed hard and pushed the plunger with the pad of my thumb,
watching the dark brown liquid enter my vein, going directly into my
bloodstream.
This was it.
I put the paraphernalia away and lit another cigarette, leaning back
against the pillows to try to get comfortable.
I could feel my heart slowing down and my hearing became disoriented.
I fought for my eyes to stay open, just so I could finish my last cigarette.
Once they closed, they closed for good, and I could feel myself slipping
into a dark, dark abyss that I couldn't crawl out of even if I changed my
mind.
This was it.
No more Donovan and Lux. But they'd be better off without me. At
least, that's what I thought.
My thoughts faded to blurs and my limbs began to go numb, and then
everything around me went black.

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THE REMEDY
BOSTON

D
eath wasn't as permanent as I had hoped. I didn't see a white light; I
saw darkness.
But someone saved me, and I shot up into a sitting position, my
body going through wicked bad withdrawals. I was shaking. My entire body
ached as if I had the flu. Goosebumps covered my sweaty skin as I went
through hot flashes and cold chills, both hitting me like a bitch.
I fucking hated this. I wanted to die, and I couldn't even pull that off.
Wondering where I went wrong, my eyes flutter open, and I rub them,
trying to wipe the haze away so I could see.
I gasp, noticing the all-too-familiar glowing masks that I haven't seen
since that first night at the warehouse... and they're sitting at the end of
Lux's bed. Panic sets in with the brutal withdrawals attacking my body, and
I eventually regret what I did.
"What... what are you doing here?" I gasp, my voice hoarse and low.
"From the looks of it, saving your fucking ass. You know how many
shots of Narcan I had to give you?" King asks, anger evident in his tone.
"What if I didn't want to be saved? What if I was trying to die?" I ask
softly, casting my eyes downward while I nervously pick at my cuticles,
holding back tears.
Both masked men charged at me, one grabbing my throat and pushing
me onto my back, the other squeezing my cheeks to control my head,
forcing me to look into his glowing eyes.
 "It's not your fucking time, Little Bird," D says, and I instantly get
flashbacks of Donovan.
But I brush it off, chalking it up to another coincidence, even though I
don't believe in them.
"How the fuck could you take your own damn life when you have
people who care so much about you?" King says in a soft, sad tone that tugs
at my heartstrings. "If we were to have lost you, it wouldn't have been a
pretty fucking sight."
"It's not about you. It's about me and the fact that I have nothing to live
for!" I yell, feeling myself breaking down faster than I wanted to. "You'll
find another girl to stalk and obsess over. I'll never get the fucking chance to
see my parents ever again. I have no one, no matter what the two of you
say," I sniffle, breaking free of their hold. "I don't even fucking know you."
I climb off the bed and grab my needle and another rock of heroin,
needing to do a shot to offset the Narcan coursing through my body. I
wanted to feel better, and nobody was going to fucking stop me.
I didn't care how scary they seemed tonight. I was going to get high, but
this time, I had no intention of taking my own life again.

LUX
I wanted to hold her and make sure that she felt loved. Coming into my
room and seeing her almost blue, I knew she had overdosed. Luckily, we all
carry Narcan on us for this very reason, but I wasn't expecting her to take
three doses before she woke up.
Donovan and I watch as she does another shot to feel better, then we
begin mixing up a shot for ourselves, wanting to feel as good as Boston did.
It's funny how an addict's mind works. As soon as we hear about
someone overdosing, we immediately want the same shit. It's a better high—
a deeper connection with your soul as you slip into nothing but darkness.
Yeah, we fucking wanted that shit.
Her anger and her admission about her parents' deaths only confirmed
what we had already known. She knew about it, and it fucking broke her
like we expected it to.
She still didn't know it was us, and now, after this fucking incident, we
were going to make damn sure she never found out. Neither one of us
wanted to be on the receiving end of her wrath. She was sexy as fuck when
she was fired up, but her tiny ass was meaner than fucking Satan.
The guilt was heavy enough when I looked at her, unconscious on the
bed. I had known suicide was a possibility when we started this whole
thing, but seeing it play out in front of me was different. I wanted to reach
out to her, to tell her that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't
bring myself to do it.
"I don't want to talk about it," she says in a whisper. "I don't want to
think about it," she sighs, looking at both of us with a dark desire burning in
her eyes. "I want to forget about everything and be free for the night. Take
away my pain, King. Take away all the heartbreak, D. Hurt me, choke me,
bruise me, fuck me until I can't walk. Just. Make. Me. Fucking. Forget."
The look she gives me tells me everything, and I know Donovan feels the
same way.
But we saved her, and it was time to give her a brutal reminder of who
she fucking belonged to.
"Get on your fucking knees, Boston," I demand, in a deep, dominating
tone that makes her eyes widen as she hears it.
I pull my belt through the loops on my soaked black jeans, and push
them down my legs, standing in front of her in my boxer briefs with my
cock poking against them. Donovan undresses, getting a pair of handcuffs
out from the nightstand drawer. She gulps, slowly lowering herself to her
knees in front of me.
"You did a fucking stupid thing tonight. Do you hear me?" I grasp the
back of her neck and squeeze it, titling her head so her blue eyes meet mine.
"I know, King. But, it didn't feel-" I put my finger to her lips to silence
her, lust heavily clouding my mind.
"Tonight, we're going to remind you who you belong to—who you'd
hurt if you had fucking died." I loop the belt around her neck and slide the
end through the buckle, giving it a firm tug.
 Her eyes widened. My cock hardened.
Donovan gets behind her and grabs her arms, pulling them behind her
back.
"Tonight, you'll be completely at our mercy, Boston. We own you.
You're ours. Every fucking part of you, Little Bird, belongs to me and Lux.
And you're about to get a little reminder of it," D growls in her ear, bent
over her as he secures the thick, black cuffs around her tiny wrists, making
sure she can't move.
He pulls her silky hair back, holding it like a ponytail in his hand,
giving me a perfect view of her beautiful, tear-stained face. She still looked
fucking beautiful to me, especially with my belt wrapped around her throat.
I strip the rest of the way and Donovan follows, leaving Boston the only
one dressed.
We'd be changing that, though. Fuck, would we be changing that.
"Open that pretty little mouth, Boston. Show me how fucking good you
can suck my dick with no hands and my belt around your fucking neck." I
smirk, licking my lips as she willingly parts hers, showing off the barbell in
her tongue as she sticks it out.
I position myself in front of her, my hands on either side of her head,
and she takes me into her mouth as I grip the end of the belt tight in my
fists. The feeling of control rushes over me as I guide her, using the belt as
leverage. The tears that stream down her cheeks only add to the
overwhelming sensation of power.
"Don't you fucking forget who you belong to," I growl, thrusting into
her mouth, relishing in the feeling of dominance as the tip of my dick slams
into the back of her tight throat.
I loved it, relishing in the power and control we had over her.
"Eyes up here, pretty girl," I grunt, thrusting my hips. "I want to see the
look in your eyes while I'm choking you with my cock," I grunt again,
looking deeply into her eyes as she follows my order. "That's my good
fucking girl."
A blush makes her hollowed out cheeks rosy as she rolls her lips down
my dick and swirls her tongue in circles, fucking driving me crazy.
Donovan gives her hair a tug, craning her neck back so I could see the
outline of my cock as I fucked it down her throat.
Fuck, it was gorgeous.
 I tighten the belt until her face turns red, her eyes popping slightly. She
keeps sucking, licking a line from my balls to my tip, sucking me deep in
her mouth again.
Reaching down, I pinch her nose and surge my hips forward with a
forceful thrust as D holds her head still.
I fuck her mouth rough and unforgiving, making her lips red and puffy.
She coughs, choking on the hot ropes of cum that shoot down her throat and
coat it. With her nose pinched and my dick blocking her airway, she gags
and my cum spurts from the corners of her red lips, dripping down her chin
and neck.
She tugs at the restraints briefly until I decide to pull out my cock from
her mouth. She gasps for air, my cum covering her collarbone like a pearl
necklace.
"Shit, you look like... mine," I growl, undoing the belt.
"Do I?" she asks flirtatiously, with belt marks around her neck.
I step closer, taking my knife to her sports bra, slicing it off in a few
cuts. I do the same with her leggings, not in the mood to peel those fucking
things off.
"Yeah, now get on the fucking bed, Pretty Girl. If you've never been
fucked by two guys at once, that shit's about to change right now."
Her eyes widen in curiosity and slight fear, but she gets to her knees, her
wrists still in cuffs, and climbs on the bed with us behind her.
As she lays down, I scoop my cum off from around her throat, and
swipe my fingers along her pussy, pushing them in to lube her with my
seed. It's not like she needed it. Her pussy was already dripping, but the
thought of my cum smeared all over her cunt and inside her was fucking
hot, and I'd never been more turned on.
D and I kept our masks on, hoping she hadn't already put the pieces
together. We were hoping she didn't know it was us. She was too fucked up
to realize, though, and we definitely weren't going to press the issue.
"Look at us before we flip you on your stomach," D tells her, pushing
his fingers into her cum-soaked cunt, thrusting with mine as the four of
them fuck her together.
She looks up and smiles, sinking her pearly white teeth into her bottom
lip, giving us a wink that makes my cock jump against her leg.
"You're fucking gorgeous."
 "And so are you two." She winks, her voice heavily dripping with
desire.
In an effortless move, we flip Boston onto her knees, pressing her chest
against the bed and her cheek into the pillow. Donovan holds the cuffs
bounding her hands, rubbing the pierced tip of his cock up and down her
pussy lips, coating it in a layer of my cum. I rub my palms over her ass,
cupping her chubby little cheeks firmly. I bounce them up and down,
watching them jiggle.
"Breathe, Little Bird," Donovan orders, pushing his pierced cock head
against her tight asshole, her body spasming from the unfamiliar sensation.
"This is going to fucking hurt."
"We've done it-" she stops, realizing her mistake, but D and I ignore it
too.
He slides into her ass, his tattooed cock stretching her out as he
disappears inside of her. She fists the sheet in her hand, white-knuckling it
as if it'll save her.
"Fuuckk!" she yelps, her body shaking as I slap her ass to take her mind
off the pain.
When he's balls deep in her tight little ass, I slide underneath Boston,
slamming her down on my cock until I fill her pussy. She moans, drool
pooling on my chest. I keep sliding my cock into her, squeezing between
her clenching, cum-coated walls. She bounces on me as D fucks her ass,
choking her from behind while she stays cuffed.
I reach up and swipe my thumb along her bottom lip, pushing it deep
inside her mouth, feeling my cum on her tongue.
"Suck it, Pretty Girl. Suck my thumb like you suck my cock—deep,
desperate, and fucking dirty."
She listens, swirling and sucking on my thumb while she rides me. D
slides out of her ass and rubs his head down to her hole, where my dick is
buried. The second he pushes against it, her body jolts, and she tenses
immediately.
"Don't tense up, Little Bird. Once you have both of our cocks inside of
you, you're going to be begging for more—begging for us to fuck you
harder." He slides his cock into her cunt, rubbing against mine, buried
happily between her walls.
She screams as we both stretch her out, sinking her teeth into the side of
my neck to bite through the burning, ripping pain.
 "Bite me, baby. Claim me like I claimed you. Show everyone who I
belong to. Fucking bite me, Boston, and make it hurt."
She bites me hard, drawing blood as Donovan bottoms out inside her
pussy. With both of us filling her to the brink, we begin to move in a
matching, steady rhythm, getting her used to taking two dicks at once.
Our movements are synchronized, and we turn Boston into a moaning,
writhing mess between us. Every thrust sends shivers down her spine and a
scream from her throat.
She's swearing, cursing, and struggling, but she's also taking every inch
of us happily, and it only encourages us further. Her body is subdued by our
every command, and I fucking loved every second of it.
"When was the last time that you felt this good, huh?" Donovan asks
her, his voice heavy with husky glee.
"I...I don't know. Too long," she gasps out, her eyes half-closed as she
takes in the pleasure searing through her veins.
"Well, that's all about to change, Boston. You're going to feel nothing
but us for the rest of the night. We're going to make sure of it," I growl. Our
moans are the only sounds in the room as I feel her begin to unravel, her
erratic breathing telling me she's getting close.
We're not the lovey-dovey type—D and I—but we know what we're
doing to her is pushing her over the edge, and we revel in the power it gives
us.
Under the mask, I smile, relishing the feeling of ownership, control, and
dominance over her. She's ours, whether she fully realizes it or not. We'd
given her a lesson she won't soon forget and a night she'll remember every
fucking time she looks at us.
The night is just beginning.

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THE CAPTIVE
BOSTON

R
eality slapped me in the face when my eyes opened the next morning.
My parents were dead, and I had no answers as to who did it. I tried
taking my own life by overdosing, but that didn't work out either.
Nothing was going in my favor.
I turned on my side and saw Lux and Donovan watching me, and I sat
up quicker than I could blink. I was shocked to see them, especially since
they weren't here when I went to bed last night—the masked men were.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Lux says in a soothing tone, a perfect smile on
his face. He had his blonde hair neatly styled, pushing it to one side with a
curly flip thing in the front. His eyes—more blue today than usual—pierced
into mine, giving me a chilling feeling as I swept mine over his shirtless
torso.
Nervously, I fiddled with the charm bracelet around my wrist, sliding
the bird charms through my fingers.
"Where were you last night?" I ask, glancing between Lux and
Donovan.
"Work," Donovan blurts out without hesitating.
And then it dawns on me. "How do you know Remy again?" I ask,
thinking back to our walk to the warehouse before I went to my parent's
house.
"We used to work for him, Boston. We already told you that."
 Shaking my head, I turn around and face the window, watching the
pretty flakes fall from the sky. The snow still hasn't stopped.
"My parents are dead, and I tried to kill myself last night," I whisper,
hearing the heartbreak in my voice.
"Oh, sweetie," Lux says, moving closer to try to hold me, but I push him
away.
The loneliness and torment were too much for me to bear. I felt a mix of
emotions overwhelming me—betrayal, confusion, and gratitude. The reality
around me seemed to be shifting. I needed to make sense of everything that
had happened. But one thing was clear; I needed to stay strong and find out
the truth about who had taken my parents away from me. Or did I already
know who it was?
I got up from the bed and rushed to get dressed, ignoring their heated
stares. I could feel the sickness invading my body, but I tried to ignore it,
for now, anyway.
"Where are you going?" Donovan's jaw drops in shock.
"To the warehouse! Remy told me-"
"Who the fuck cares what he told you? You don't belong there," Lux
sneers, anger radiating off of him.
"I don't belong here either," I whispered with my head down.
I try to walk past them, but my wrist is snatched, and I'm yanked
backward, pinned to the wall beside the bed. Lux's nose is pressing against
mine, and his hand finds its place around my throat.
"Stop fucking running away from everything. You shouldn't be alone
right now."
"I won't be alone. Let me go, Lux," I warn, feeling more lost than I ever
have. "I know you're keeping things from me, and I promise you, I'm going
to figure it the fuck out," I snap, shoving my palms against his chest to get
him off of me.
He and Donovan gave me a look—one I couldn't make sense of—but
nothing was changing my mind. I was on a mission for revenge, and I
wasn't going to stop until I got it.
I bolted out of their apartment, luckily without them chasing me. As
much as I loved and needed them, I also knew that I needed my space. I
needed to think, and that's exactly what I did as I walked in the heavily
falling snow.
 I made a pit-stop at a Dunkin Donuts on the way to the warehouse; I
couldn't take another step without getting high. I knew deep down that I had
to get clean to get my mind right, especially if I wanted to have any chance
of getting the answers I was so desperate for. But I couldn't do it right now.
I had to get high to feel better. Mixing a shot in the bathroom, I wasted no
time in finding a vein in my neck, watching the magic potion disappear into
my vein as I pushed the plunger. Instantly I felt better. I felt like myself
again. The guilt would come later, though, but I'd have another shot to do
that would push the guilt off for as long as I wanted it to.
All I had to do was keep getting high.
Walking into the warehouse, I kept my head down as I went straight to
my room. Opening the door, I took a step back, trying to get my heart under
control. Remy was sitting there on my bed, his pistol in his lap. He was
fucking pissed.
"Where the fuck have you been?" His eyes found mine and I could see
that I was in trouble, but I didn't care.
"I told you, I had to go find my parents," I told him calmly, walking
further into my room.
"You don't disobey a fucking order, Boston. I thought you knew that."
"My bad, Remy. It doesn't even matter, they're fucking dead!" I yell, his
face forming into a look of shock and confusion.
"Bost-"
"Save it. I'm getting my things and I'm leaving. I don't need a place to
stay anymore." I begin throwing what little things I do have into my duffel
bag, ignoring his eyes burning a hole into my back.
"It doesn't work that way. You came to me for help and I helped you."
"And I also repaid you. I'm done here, Remy." I stand in front of him as
he blocks my way to the door, trying to remain calm, even though I'm
freaking out on the inside.
He gets up and shoves me against the door, pushing the muzzle of his
gun into my left temple.
"You're done when I say you're done. And you're not fucking done." He
grins as if he's won, and he might have for now. Gliding the gun down the
front of my body, he runs it back up and pushes the muzzle against my lips,
forcing the barrel into my mouth.
“You're mine, sweet thing, whether you like it or not, your ass is fucking
mine—pun intended.” He kisses my forehead, thrusting the gun in my
mouth until I gag on it. Satisfied, he slides it out, tucks it into his waistband
covered in my spit, and shoves me away from the door. He leaves my room
and locks it from the outside, trapping me to wallow in misery and pity.
I did this to myself. I shouldn't have come back here. But I couldn't
leave my things behind. I take out my parent's journal, my saving grace
after all these years, and sit down on my bed, the tears falling instantly.
I couldn't leave this behind. It was the only piece of them I had, and
with them dead, it was the only piece of them I'd ever have now.

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THE MASKS
LUX

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e hadn't heard from Boston in three days, and by that point,
Donovan and I were starting to worry. Did she try to take her own
life and succeed this time? Did she leave town so we couldn't find
her? A million questions ran through our heads, and we didn't have a single
fucking answer for any of them.
Not until we showed back up at the warehouse.
We walked into Remy's office with our masks on, spotting her sitting on
his lap with a miserable look on her bruised face. We had left her with
bruises and bite marks around her neck, but her face was untouched. Now,
the poor little thing was black and blue from head to toe. She wouldn't even
look at us as we stood there, but she knew it was us. Donovan and I tried
our best to ignore the dreaded feeling that settled in our bones, but fuck, it
was hard.
"Ah, gentlemen, nice of you to come around," Remy growls with a grin,
rubbing his hand on Boston's thigh as she sits there, distant and numb.
"What do you have for me?"
I drop an envelope full of cash onto his desk, and Donovan does the
same, both of us unable to rip our eyes off of Boston, her appearance still
shocking us.
"It's all there," Donovan says. "What the fuck happened here?" He
raises his voice, making Remy shove Boston to the floor as he gets to his
feet.
 "None of your fucking business." He stares at Donovan, his upper lip
quivering as rage begins to take over.
We took a step forward, ready to defend Boston, but before any of us
could react, she spoke up.
"It was my fault," she said quietly, still not making eye contact with any
of us. "I messed up. It's not Remy's fault."
Donovan and I exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next. We
couldn't just leave her there, but we also couldn't risk making things worse
for her.
Remy's anger seemed to subside as he looked at Boston with a twisted
sense of fondness. "You're damn right. It's not my fault," he said, his tone
shifting to something almost tender. "You know you belong to me, Boston.
Don't forget that."
As he reached out to grab her arm, I knew we had to act fast, even if it
meant fucking ourselves over in the process. Without a word, Donovan and
I lunged at Remy, pulling him away from Boston with a mean right hook to
his mouth and pinning him to the ground.
"You have no idea what you're fucking doing, boys. You're going to
regret this, I promise you," Remy says, wiping blood from his bottom lip,
his tone sending a shiver down my spine.
"Let's get out of here," Donovan said, helping Boston to her feet as I
kept an eye on Remy.
We made our way out of the office, Boston's shaky steps matching the
beat of our racing hearts. Once we were outside and far enough away, I
turned to her, determined to make things right. "We're getting you out of
this," I told her, my voice unwavering. "You don't belong to him, Boston.
You belong with us."
She rips her hand out of my hold and backs up, shaking her head.
Silence falls around us, honking horns and fierce winds becoming nothing
more than a backdrop to her heavy breathing.
"I don't deserve your help," she whispers, her voice barely audible over
the noise of the city. "I've made too many mistakes."
I step closer to her, ignoring the chaos around us. "We all make
mistakes, Boston. That doesn't mean you have to suffer for them."
Donovan places a hand on her shoulder. "You're not alone in this. We're
here for you, no matter what."
 Tears fill Boston's eyes as she looks at us, and for the first time, I see a
glimmer of hope in them. "Thank you," she says. "But I don't need your
fucking help."
The look she gives us cuts like a knife to the heart, but I should've
expected it. In such a short time, "King and D" managed to fuck everything
up for her. She wasn't too fond of Lux and Donovan right now, either, and it
made me feel completely deflated. All we wanted to do was help her find
her way in this cruel fucking world. We wanted her to be happy and to find
peace with us so that the three of us could live happily, just like we always
planned to do.
But nothing was working out.
She paces the sidewalk, snow crunching under her feet as more
continues to fall from the gloomy sky. Donovan and I stand here, our masks
on, hands in our pockets, waiting to hear what she has to say. She looks
broken, even more than before. The sad look in her blue eyes breaks me
into fucking pieces, and I can tell it's fucking with Donovan, too. She plays
with the bracelet around her wrist—the same one we left for her so many
years ago—like it's a comfort thing for her.
"What can we do?" Donovan asks, grabbing her attention and pulling
her out of the zone she found herself in.
"Take your masks off," she says with a stern tone, her bruised face stuck
on ours intently.
"Boston, I-"
"I don't want to fucking hear it! I want to know who you are, and if you
don't want to tell me, stay the fuck out of my way," she growls, her tone
giving me chills.
She's determined. Pissed off. A woman on a mission. And we just poked
the fucking bear. Were we ready to deal with the repercussions? Fuck no.
"I don't think it's a good idea right now," Donovan whispers, slightly
afraid of her response.
She smiles, and not just any smile. No. Her smile is chilling, her teeth
barred, her lips curling into a sinister grin that neither one of us feels good
about.
"Fine, leave me the fuck alone and stay out of my fucking way," she
says in the sweetest tone ever, giving us wicked mixed signals.
She flips her hair over her shoulder and spins around, walking away
before either of us can come up with something to say. We didn't know
what was on her mind, we just knew she wasn't happy. She was finally
taking control of her life, but at what cost? Was she really willing to leave
us behind after all this time of being front and center in our lives? It looked
like it, but knowing me and Donovan, we weren't going to let her get away.
Not after all the hard work and dedication we had put into watching her
every move and trying to keep her safe.
We exchanged a look and without a word, we both started to follow her.
We couldn't let her walk away from us. Not now. Not ever. We would find a
way to make things right, to earn her trust back, and to piece together the
shattered fragments of what we once had. Together, the three of us would
navigate through the chaos and find our way back to each other. We owed it
to Boston—and to ourselves—to fight for what we had once believed in so
fiercely. And that's exactly what we were going to fucking do, no matter
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THE OBSESSION
DONOVAN

L
ux and I made it back to our apartment before Boston, which made us
start to obsess over where she could've gone. We knew she wasn't at
the warehouse, not after the stunt "we" had just pulled with Remy. She
wouldn't go back to the Taylor's house, unless she was going for revenge...
which was quite possible. And we knew she wasn't at her parent's house,
not after she knew they had been killed.
She still didn't know it was us. At least, we didn't think she knew.
Lux and I pass the bottle of Patron back and forth, making up half gram
and gram baggies of our newest batch of heroin. The brown powder sticks
to the latex glove covering my hand as I pinch out the last of the dust in the
corner of the baggie. Once all the bags are made up and tied, we get out our
works and mix up a shot, needing to unwind after the day we had.
Boston was still a touchy subject between the two of us, so we didn't
dare bring her up. But I knew he wished she were here just as badly as I did.
"Maybe it's time to retire the masks," Lux says out of nowhere,
removing the belt from his arm after he does his shot.
It takes me by surprise a little, and as I finish my shot, I clear my throat
and look at him. "Why now, all of a sudden?"
"It's not fair to her, D. It's also giving her mixed signals when we're with
her as ourselves and as 'D and King'. She's falling for them when she should
be falling for us. It's time, fucker." He snatches the bottle out of my hand
and takes another swig, leaving me contemplating his suggestion.
 Before I can say anything, a soft knock on our door has us looking at
each other, curiosity written all over our faces. Could it be her? There was
only one way to find out.
Opening the door, Lux and I breathe a sigh of relief when we see Boston
standing there, covered in snow, her eyes glossy and black, and with a shy
smile on her puffy lips.
"Can I come in?" She finally asks.
"You don't have to ask. Fuck, you don't even have to knock." We step
aside and let her in, locking the door behind her.
Lux takes off her wet jacket and I grab her bag out of her hand, putting
it beside the door. Figuring it would take her a minute to get comfortable, I
walked back into the living room to sit down. Lux stays behind, though. It
doesn't take long for both of them to join me, and when they do, the first
thing Boston does is grab the Patron and guzzle it like its water, while Lux
and I watch in fascination.
"What happened, Little Bird?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't shut down
on us like she usually does.
"Remy is what happened," she admits, taking another sip. "I'm going
back there to kill him."
Lux and I stare at her in complete shock, our jaws sticking to the ragged
carpet that our feet are on.
"He's first, and the Taylors' are next," she continued, sticking a needle
into a vein on the top of her foot, acting as calm as she could be.
Boston wasn't the type of girl to hurt anyone. She cared about people's
feelings too much. So, hearing her admit that she wanted to kill not one
person but three, we were a little apprehensive to believe her... until she
spoke again.
"You guys can help me or not, but I'm going to kill them. I'm going to
fucking kill everyone who ever hurt me, and there isn't a damn thing anyone
—not even you—can do about it."
"Boston, what? Where is this coming from?" I ask, reaching out and
placing my hand over hers.
"I just told you, Donovan. I'm so fucking tired of people beating on me
in one form or the other. I'm fucking exhausted. I'm ready to move on with
my life. I want to be happy, guys, and there's no chance of happiness until
my demons are gone."
 Sitting there with Boston, I could see the determination in her eyes. Lux
and I exchanged a glance, and then he spoke up. "If that's what you think
you need to do, we're in." I nod in agreement.
We knew it wouldn't be easy, but we were determined to stand by
Boston's side as she faced her demons head-on. That night, we all vowed to
leave the masks behind for good. And perhaps for the first time, we felt
hope for the future.
But there was still one thing we had to tell her that neither of us knew
how. How the fuck were we supposed to tell her that we—the ones she
trusted the most—were the ones who killed her parents and any dream she
had that involved them? We had to tell her the truth—show her what we
knew—and we were fucking terrified to do it. But it was Boston we were
talking about, the same girl we vowed to do anything and everything for.
Even if it meant risking the future we had planned together.
We'd tell her after everything was all said and done, and we couldn't do
anything but hope for the fucking best.

LUX
I couldn't get Boston's voice out of my head, more so her confession about
wanting to kill Remy and the Taylors. It was a fucking turn-on to hear her
wanting to do something that was an obsession with Donovan and I.
I stood in the bathroom and stroked my cock to the images of her burnt
into my mind, an empty ice cube tray beside me. Tugging on the piercings
lining my shaft, my body shuddered from the overwhelming sensation. I
could feel myself getting close. Sick and twisted, I grabbed the ice cube tray
and held it under my dick, a grin on my face knowing what my plan was.
As my cum shot out, I aimed for the tray, filling as many of the little
squares as possible until there was nothing left in my sack. I zipped my
pants and carefully took the cum-filled tray back to the kitchen, slipping it
into the freezer for a later date.
Thinking back on our first kill, we couldn't get enough. But we didn't
just go out killing random people. We always went for the ones who
deserved it. And Boston—much like us—set out to do the same exact thing.
She was fucking perfect, in every sense of the word. I didn't care that
she was broken. We were all a little broken in our own ways; that's why we
fit so well together. She was the missing puzzle piece Donovan and I had
been searching for all our lives, and until we finally had her, we'd never be
complete.
I knew once we admitted the truth to her about the masks, things might
change between us. But I was willing to take that risk.
I got up from the couch as Boston and Donovan passed the Patron back
and forth, determined to end this little charade once and for all. I went into
my room and grabbed my mask, gripping it in my hands behind my back.
As I walked towards them, I could feel the tension in the air. Boston's eyes
met mine as I stood in front of them, and I took a deep breath before
speaking.
"Boston, there's something we need to tell you," I began, watching the
curiosity and anticipation flash in her eyes. I put the mask on and watched
her eyes remain the same. Nothing about my revelation was shocking to
her, and I wasn't sure how to feel about it.
Donovan and I proceeded to reveal the truth about the masks, about our
secret lives, and the reasons behind them. Boston sat there, processing
everything we were telling her. I could see the internal conflict waging
inside her, but I also saw something else—acceptance.
After a moment of silence, Boston nodded slowly, a determined glint in
her eyes. "I knew it," she said quietly. "I knew all along"
I took my mask off and tossed it onto the couch. Relief washed over me
as Donovan and I exchanged a glance. Boston's acceptance meant
everything to us. We were now a united front, bound by our shared purpose
and understanding. Our alliance was stronger than ever, and with Boston by
our side, there was nothing we couldn't achieve. We were a force to be
reckoned with, and nothing could stand in our way.
"Put them back on," she says, smirking, with her perfectly sculpted
brow raised in a slight arc.
 "Huh?" Donovan mutters, confusion flickering in his hooded eyes as he
glances between Boston and I.
"I said, put them back on." She stands and heads for the hallway,
leaving us with more questions than anything. "I want King and D to fuck
me tonight, so put your fucking masks back on. We can talk about how you
both betrayed me later."
Donovan and I flew off the couch so fast we bumped into each other.
My cock was throbbing, aching to be inside one of her holes. At this point, I
didn't care which one. I wanted her more than I ever did before.
I quickly reached for my mask and secured it into place, my heart racing
with excitement. Donovan did the same, and we followed Boston down the
hallway, eager to fulfill her desires.
As we entered the bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation and lust.
Boston stood in the center of the room, a sultry smirk playing on her lips.
Without a word, we undressed and pounced on her, indulging in the
intoxicating mix of power and desire. There was no turning back now.
Boston had asserted her dominance, and we were more than willing to
submit to her every command. It became clear that our bond had evolved
into something darker and more intense than we could have imagined. I
realized that our alliance was not just about shared purpose, but a newfound
craving for the dangerous and the forbidden.
Together, we were unstoppable. And with Boston at the helm, there was
no telling what we could achieve.

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THE GUN
BOSTON

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n my knees in front of Lux and Donovan, I looked up at the masks
covering their faces and felt a wave of desire wash over me. My
nipples were hard like little pebbles, and they ached for relief.
Donovan pushed his cock into my mouth, my tongue tracing over his
piercings as he slid himself as deep as he could.
I couldn't take my eyes off of them, even when Lux started stroking his
cock, smacking my hollowed out cheek with the head of it. They loved to
degrade me, use me in every way they could. But I fucking loved it.
"Suck, Little Bird. I don't feel anything," Donovan grunts, thrusting his
hips as I begin sucking.
Lux chuckles, smearing beads of pre-cum all over my skin, watching in
an obsessive manner as he paints me. I keep sucking, swirling my tongue
around Donovan's cock, still trying to breathe as he fucks my mouth like a
savage, his grunts filling the air.
"You like when we treat you like a little slut, don't you?" Lux growls
beneath his mask, pushing the tip of his cock between my swollen lips.
I nod my head, wondering how the fuck I'm going to fit both of them in
my mouth. Luckily, I didn't have to think about it for too long. Donovan
pulls out and comes all over my tits, spilling hot cum on my achy nipples.
Lux takes the opportunity to slide into my mouth, not even giving me a
chance to breathe. His hips surge forward, and his cock slides down my
throat, making me gag. The sound of me choking on him turned him on
even more.
My knees burn from being pressed into the floor, but I ignored it,
feeling Donovan's hot cum drip down the front of my body. He collapses on
the bed, his cock sticking straight up. As I focus on Lux and his massive,
tattooed cock sliding in and out of my mouth, I hear the sound of a gun
being cocked, my eyes widening in surprise. I look over and see Donovan
holding his gun, a devious smirk on his face.
"Wanna play a little game?" he asks in a husky tone that sets my nerves
on fire.
Before I can answer, Lux explodes in my mouth, pinching my nose as
his cum trickles down my throat in hot, thick strings. I cough, cum dripping
from the corners of my lips and making my face a sticky mess. He pulls out
of my mouth, yanking me to my feet by my hair, my scalp tingling as if it
was on fire. I'm pushed toward the bed, cum dripping down my body.
Behind me, I hear the fling of a blade being opened, the sharp point
dragging down my spine.
"Be a good girl, Boston, and use your fucking words," Lux whispers in
my ear, his knife gliding down to my ass.
"What kind of game?" I ask, my voice shaky, my throat burning.
"A game where you ride my gun with the safety off. Take a little risk
with us."
"Safety off? No way." I shake my head, knowing one wrong move could
send a bullet into my pussy, literally blowing my guts out.
He chuckles and slides the safety back on, patting the spot beside him
on the bed. I climb on, still weary of the gun, but with Lux's knife teasing
my ass, it's hard to focus on anything.
"Get on and ride it. I want to see how well you can do it," he orders.
"But don't you dare fucking come. You come on my dick, Little Bird."
I straddle his waist and slide down, feeling the gun beneath me
stretching my pussy out in a slightly uncomfortable way. I wiggle my hips,
trying to sink on it easier. But when Lux gets behind me and slams me
down, all fear fades away.
"Good girl. Now fucking ride it and don't stop."
"You're a fucking freak," I laughed, my hands flat on Donovan's chest as
I arched my back and bounced on his gun.
"A freak, you fucking love."
 Lux's hands roam over my body, his knife resting on the mattress beside
us. As soon as I feel his cock prodding at my ass, my body tenses slightly.
He gathered a mouthful of spit, spread my ass cheeks, and let it fall into my
hole, hissing as he swirls it around with his tongue. Stars flicker in my
vision as both men torture me in their own unique ways. My clit throbs
between Donovan's fingers as he pinches it, making my entire body spasm
in delight.
Without warning, Lux slams his dick into my ass, ripping another loud
yelp from deep within my chest. His fingers sink into the doughy flesh on
my hips and he pulls me back, slamming me on his cock as I try my best to
keep up my momentum, riding Donovan's gun. From behind, Lux cups my
breasts and lightly brushes his lips across the nape of my neck as he holds
me up. Using it to his advantage, Donovan pulls his gun out of my pussy
and lines up his cock with my entrance. Lux slams me down on Donovan,
and once again, both of them fill me to the brink, their cocks owning every
inch of me.
And I let them.
The room feels like it's spinning. Everything feels so overwhelming and
intense. I'm being pushed to my limits, but I'm helplessly turned on by
everything that's happening. I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations that
are taking over my entire body. I continue riding Donovan's cock, feeling it
stretch me out and fill me. I can feel the heat from Lux behind me as he
thrusts into my ass, taking my breath away with every move.
Every part of my body feels so alive—so alive with desire and need.
The combination of pain, pleasure, and the raw power of these two
dominating men is intoxicating. I'm completely lost in the moment—lost in
the wave of desire that overwhelms every sense. It doesn't take long before
my body starts to shiver and tremble, my climax building up inside of me.
The room fades away as I give in to the overwhelming pleasure that
crashes over me, the feeling of Lux and Donovan dominating every inch of
me. I feel like I'm on the edge of something incredible, and I let go
completely, surrendering to the experience that consumes me. It feels like
I'm teetering on the brink of something unknown and dangerous, and I can't
help but embrace it, losing myself to the ecstasy and intensity of the
moment.
I'm choked, slapped, and fucked roughly until my body feels broken.
But I never tell them to stop.
 Tonight was the night I'd been waiting for—the night where we bared
ourselves to each other. Knowing it was them behind the masks the entire
time, I felt a sense of relief that they'd been with me this entire time.
My body ached with pleasure and pain as I laid there on the bed,
completely spent. Lux and Donovan were now embracing me, the air thick
with the scent of sex and sweat. After everything that had just happened, I
felt a newfound sense of closeness to both of them. Catching my breath, I
couldn't help but marvel at what an incredible night it had been. It was raw,
intense, and filled with a kind of passion I had never experienced before. It
wasn't just about the physical acts; it was about the trust, the connection,
and the vulnerability that comes with letting go in such a way.
I realized that in the midst of the twisted games and the intense
pleasure, there was something deeper at play. Lux, Donovan, and I had
bared our souls in the most primal and raw way possible. In that moment,
we had become intertwined in a way that transcended the mere physical act
of sex.
Feeling their arms around me, I allowed myself to be vulnerable, to let
go of my inhibitions, and to trust in the unspoken bond that had formed
between us. And as we lay there, tangled together in a mess of limbs and
sweat, I knew that this was just the beginning of something that would
consume us all in ways we couldn't yet comprehend. With Lux and
Donovan, I felt a sense of belonging, a sense of freedom, and a sense of
exhilaration that I had never known before. And as we lay there, bathed in
the afterglow of our shared experience, I realized that tonight was just the
beginning of something that promised to be even more thrilling, intense,
and euphoric than anything I had ever experienced before.

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THE REALIZATION
BOSTON

I
was stuck in a nightmare—one involving Bobby—when I felt something
wet between my thighs. My eyes flung open, and I looked down in a
panic, seeing Lux's blonde hair as his tongue licked a teasing trail from
my opening to my clit, my legs quivering from the sensation.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he licked my pussy
with a flat tongue, soaking my lips as the arousal that dripped out of me
soaked the inside of my thighs. I let out a sigh and threw my head back,
pulling at my bottom lip to keep my moans to a minimum. I don't even
know why.
"I could smell your cunt the second I woke up, pretty girl; it was calling
to me," he mumbles against my pussy, the vibrations from his voice driving
me even more wild.
"Where's Donovan?" I ask, looking around the empty bedroom.
"Busy, so it's just me and you. Now lay the fuck back, open your legs,
and let me eat this pussy like it's supposed to be eaten," he growls
possessively, smiling, his lips and chin glistening with my wetness.
I lay back and reach down, tangling my hands in his hair as his tongue
dips in and out of me, the sound of slurping echoing in my ears. I tried to
squeeze my legs shut around his head as the muscles in my stomach
tightened, but he wouldn't let me. He pushed them open and pinned them to
the bed, blowing on my tingling clit to tease me even more. He nips at it,
swirling my wetness around with his tongue. My back lifts off the bed, and
I find myself bucking my hips, trying to ride his face and chase his tongue
in desperation.
"Mhm, Lux..." I moan, tugging on his hair, not wanting to let go.
"Are you gonna come for me, Pretty Girl?" he asks, sliding a finger into
my pussy while still sucking my clit between his teeth.
It felt so good I couldn't even speak, so I nodded my head as my back
arched again. But he pulls his mouth away and his finger out of me, sitting
up.
"What?" I pant, desire and need coursing through my veins like molten
lava about to erupt.
"I didn't hear anything, so I stopped." He smirks, licking my essence off
his lips.
"Yes, I'm going to come! Now keep going," I beg, on the verge of
throwing a fit as my climax threatens to disappear.
"That's my good girl." He lowers his head and picks up where he left
off, devouring my pussy like a four course meal.
My body is on fire. I'm so close to the edge, and as I feel the waves of
pleasure building up inside me, I let out a loud moan that fills the room.
Lux's tongue sends me over the edge and I experience the most intense
orgasm I've ever had. He continues to pleasure me, making my whole body
shake and quiver, not stopping until he has wrung every last drop of
pleasure from me.
He holds me down to the bed so I can't move, sucking every drop of
cum out of me while his teeth graze my sensitive clit, sending me barreling
over the edge with not a care in the world. I writhe wildly, pulling his hair
as hard as I can until he releases my pussy. Climbing up my trembling body,
Lux puts his mouth to mine and spits my cum onto my tongue, kissing me
roughly, and sucking all the air out of my lungs.
Finally, I collapse back onto the bed, completely spent. Lux looks up at
me with a satisfied smirk, his eyes filled with desire and hunger.
"That's exactly what I wanted," he says, his voice filled with
satisfaction.
I lay there, still panting and trying to catch my breath, feeling a mix of
emotions from what had just happened. Lux leans in and kisses me softly,
sending a shiver down my spine.
"Are you okay?" he asks, concern in his eyes.
 I nod, still feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. "I
just... that was... wow," I manage to say, lost for words.
"You don't have to say anything," he reassures me, pulling me into his
arms.
I realize that maybe Lux is exactly what I need right now. Someone to
help me forget about the nightmares and just be in the present—someone
who knows exactly how to make me feel alive again.

L ux and I spent the morning in bed , tangled in each other ' s arms as
if we were both afraid to let go. Around two in the afternoon, the snow
coming down even heavier, Donovan walked through the front door, a bag
of taco bell in his hands.
He shook the snow off of him, kicked off his snowy boots, and dropped
the bag of food onto the coffee table, a proud grin on his face.
"What are you smiling at?" Lux reaches for the food and pulls out a
couple of tacos, thrusting them into my hands.
"Just had a good day. I sold every bag we made up last night." He drops
a wad of cash next to the bag of food, collapsing in the broken recliner that
faces the flat screen mounted to the wall.
"Did you put the call in to re-up?" Lux asks with a mouthful of food,
hardly understandable.
Donovan nods, pulling out a pre-roll and lighting it. He looks at me and
Lux suspiciously, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I did, but it's your turn to go grab it. He won't be ready until tonight."
He passes the blunt to me and I hit it, feeling the effects of the weed
instantly.
My whole body relaxes, the pain fades, and I almost forget that Remy's
assault left me covered in bruises. I could still feel the beginning stages of
dope sickness making its way into my bones, but I was trying to hold off for
as long as possible. I wanted to get clean, and a part of me was ready, but
the majority was not. I didn't know what I needed to finally reach there, but
I was hoping that being with Lux and Donovan would help me figure it out.
 I knew one thing was certain, and that was the fact that I wanted Remy,
Bobby, and Debbie dead, and I wanted it to be at my hands. I also wanted
whoever was responsible for murdering my parents dead, too, but I had no
idea who was behind it.
Lux and Donovan were my family now, and I trusted them with my life.
Taking another hit from the blunt, I closed my eyes and let out a deep
breath. I knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but I was determined
to see it through. And as the high from the weed washed over me, I couldn't
help but smile at the two men beside me who had every piece of my heart.
They always had it, but now there was no denying it.

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THE CONDOM
DONOVAN

W
ith Lux gone, I'm left alone with Boston, planning out how we're
going to take Remy out. She teases me, licking her lips and
spreading her legs, dressed only in my t-shirt. I can't take my eyes
off of her and she fucking knows it.
"What do you keep looking at me like that for?" I ask, inching closer to
her on the couch.
"What, I can't look at you? Maybe I like what I see," she giggles, the
bruises on her face clearing up nicely.
"Look at me all you want, Little Bird." I stand up, an idea popping into
my head. "Matter of fact, get the fuck up."
She smiles and stands up slowly, knowing that she's fucking with me on
purpose. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, her bare ass in my face,
taunting me, so I slap it. When we get to my room, I drop her onto the bed,
looking down at her with nothing but admiration in my eyes. I rip my
clothes off and snatch her off the bed.
“You want me to fuck you, Little Bird? You want me to beat that pussy
up even more than I already have?” I grab her throat and squeeze it until her
face turns red, becoming aroused by the feeling of her veins pulsing
underneath my fingers.
“Ye…yes…” she speaks in a hoarse whisper, her eyes bulging the
tighter I grip her throat.
 I push her thick thighs apart and shove my hand between them,
checking to see how wet she is. She’s fucking drenched. I rub my hand over
her pussy, spreading her arousal all over her lips and swiping a layer along
her ass, before I spin her around and force her down on her stomach.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I praise her, pushing my shirt up so her body is
on full display.
I get behind her and slap her chubby little ass, leaving a bright red
handprint behind that has her moaning into the fucking pillow. After rolling
a condom on my cock, I spread her voluptuous ass cheeks apart, gathered a
mouthful of spit, and let it drop to her asshole, intensely watching as it
slowly trickled down to her pussy before dripping onto the bed.
"Why are you wearing a condom?" she asks, turning her head to look at
me over her shoulder.
"Because we're going to have a little fun with it." I smirk, giving her ass
another slap that makes her wince from the stinging pain.
And I fucking love it.
I guide my cock to Boston's tight opening and sink right into her. She
squeals and tenses up, but briefly, and then she’s rocking back against me as
I thrust brutally into her ass. I dig my fingers into the doughy flesh on her
hips, and pound into her with wicked strokes that have my balls smacking
against her pussy with each thrust. She groans and trembles, grabbing
desperately at the bedsheet.
“Fuck, Little Bird. God, you're such a fucking good little slut," I grunt
through clenched teeth, unable to conceal the vile, sadistic side of myself
that I try to keep hidden.
“Mhm yeah… I... I'm your... I’m your…slut.” She manages to speak in
between thrusts while still clutching the sheet for dear life.
I fuck Boston with brutal, vicious blows that cause her muscles to
tighten up around my cock as I slam into her. The sounds of her grating
groans are finally drowned out by the city noise, which roars in through the
open window.
Then I feel it.
My toes start to tingle, and the sensation travels up my legs, sending
sharp, pleasurable jolts to my sack, making it tighten and throb. I squeeze
her waist and slam her back against me, burying my cock deep within her
walls and shaking the bed relentlessly.
 Before she can come, my cum spills into the condom, filling it fast and
thick as my cock pulses in her ass. Without waiting for her, I pull out of her
and spin her around so she's facing me, a sadistic grin on my face as I
carefully remove the half-filled condom. The look she gives me is deadly,
but it fucking turns me on.
"What the hell, Donovan? I didn’t even get off.”
"I know. Now shut up and sit up for me."
She complies rather quickly when I speak in a firm and demanding
manner. In an instant, she's at eye level with my cock. She tilts her head
back and looks up at me as I hold the condom over her mouth. I take the
condom, one hand holding her hair, and tip it, obsessively watching my
cum pour all over her face without even attempting to get it in her mouth.
This is a lot more enjoyable.
The remainder drips down her forehead and onto her cheeks, while her
chin and tits receive the majority of it. I stand back and admire her, covered
in my cum, a panting fucking mess, and I almost come again.
Yeah, I’m fucked up.
She looks up at me, bewildered and humiliated, yet I can see something
dark and repressed rising in her eyes, a passion that matches mine.
Suddenly, I grab her face and kiss her, forcing her to taste my cum and
reveling in the vileness of it all.
She pushes me away, crawling to the edge of the bed, wiping my cum
off her face with her hand. I can see the anger and revulsion etched in her
expression; it makes her even more enticing. I know she despises me but I
can't help feeling a twisted kind of satisfaction from it.
As she gathers her strength, I sit down on the bed and watch her closely.
There's something electric and dangerous between us, and I have the
sickening desire to keep pushing her to her limits. Boston’s mind may be
screaming to run away from me, but I can tell by the fire and defiance in her
eyes that something else is drawing her closer to me. And deep down, I
know it excites her.
So I smile as I watch her fury, unable to conceal the darkness behind it.
At that moment, I realize that she’s just as messed up as I am. And maybe,
just maybe, that’s what makes me want her even more.

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THE FIRST
BOSTON

A
fter spending a week locked in the bedroom with Lux, Donovan and
both of them at once, my body couldn't take anymore. I was bruised,
broken, cut, and bitten from head to toe, and I welcomed every
beautiful mark because of who they were from. I was slowly turning into a
fiend for them, and my addiction was growing much worse than my heroin
addiction. I was using less and fucking more, but I was happy, so fucking
happy.
Sitting on the balcony overlooking the drug deals below, I can't get
Remy off my mind. I want him dead, along with Debbie and Bobby, and I'm
getting impatient waiting for Lux and Donovan to help me. I never asked
for their help, but I was willing to let them, anyway.
Now, as I sit here and smoke, watching the snow fall and real life
happen all around me, my hands itch to feel the life drain from their bodies.
With the way we left the warehouse, there's no fucking way any of us
can show our faces, but luckily, I have an 'in'. After spending those
miserable weeks with Remy, locked away like a prisoner, I memorized his
routine night after night. He's a creature of habit, so I know exactly where
he's going to be when he's going to be there. On Friday's, Remy goes to the
strip club and goes right home afterward. So that's where I'll kill him.
This is happening tonight.
I've already mapped out our plan to make sure it goes off without a
hitch. With Lux's expertise in weapons, Donovan's skills in hand-to-hand
combat, and my determination for vengeance, we'll be unstoppable. I can
almost taste the sweet revenge as I grip the handle of the knife in my
pocket, envisioning the look of fear in Remy's eyes as I take away the life
he stole from me.
I take one last drag of my cigarette and stub it out, feeling a surge of
adrenaline as I stand up. It's time to put an end to this once and for all. With
a determined stride, I head back inside to meet Lux and Donovan, ready to
take back my life.
Tonight, Remy will pay for his sins, the Taylors will pay for theirs, and
I'll finally be free from the chains of the past.
"What's on your mind, pretty girl?" Lux smiles, putting his needle away
after having just done a shot.
"Remy," I say, sitting down to do mine. "Tonight is the night, whether
you're with me or not." I push the plunger down, the heroin flowing through
my veins.
They share a concerned look, but I refuse to let it bother me. I've made
up my mind and there's no changing it.
"Look, whatever you have to say, fucking say it." I glared at them,
annoyed by their silence.
Donovan gets out of the recliner, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
Looking right at me, he takes a sip and says, "Are you sure you're ready for
it, Boston?"
"Of course, I'm more than ready. What the fuck is that even supposed to
mean?"
"Relax, pretty girl. All he means is that taking a life changes you,
Boston. Once you cross that line, there's no coming back from it. You'll
have to live with a murder on your conscience, and that shit ain't easy." Lux
locks his fingers around my bruised wrist and gently tugs me onto his lap.
Donovan sits down and nods, agreeing with Lux, and he curls his arm
around my waist to hold me where he wants me. I try not to wiggle,
knowing it'll get him hard in seconds. Frustration surges through me as I
look at them, letting the weight of Lux's words sink in.
"I know all of this, guys. I've prepared myself for it. I've trained for it.
And I've been plotting it all of my life. I've made peace with the fact that I'll
never be the same, but honestly, I don't want to be who I am anymore. I
want to be someone different." I lay my head on Lux's shoulder, the air
silent and thick with tension.
 Donovan gets up and kisses the top of my head, nodding, "Alright,
Boston. We're in. We'll take down those bastards and get you the freedom
you deserve."
I take a deep breath and feel a sense of relief wash over me as I look at
the two men who have become my partners in this mission. Their support is
more than I could have asked for, but it's always been that way with the two
of them.
As we begin to go over the final plan for tonight, my heart races, and
I've never felt more alive.

I gripped the handle of my knife and peered into the open window to
Remy's bedroom, seeing him passed out cold with the TV remote in his
hand. Lux and Donovan stood on either side of me, ready for anything. We
didn't know what we were walking into, but we were as ready as we'd ever
be.
"Are you sure you still want to go through with this, Boston?" Lux asks,
a blunt tucked in the corner of his mouth, smoke from the cherried end
swirling up toward the sky.
"I'm sure. He's getting what he deserves. I'm just surprised somebody
hasn't already done it." I spit into the pile of snow beneath my feet. "God
fucking knows he's done worse shit to others than what his ass did to me." I
shrug, not feeling an ounce of remorse for what I'm about to do to him.
I can only imagine what he would've done if the guys hadn't come. How
long would he have kept me locked away with him? How many more
beatings would I have gotten? How much worse would they have been?
Nausea begins to swarm in my stomach, slowly creeping up my throat. I
swallow, but it doesn't stop the anxiety that consumes me, making my hands
shake like a drunk's.
"What's wrong?" Donovan begins to worry, his voice full of concern.
When I don't answer, my eyes stuck on a sleeping Remy, Lux grabs me
and turns me to face him, his hands holding my cheeks firmly.
 "Boston," he whispers. "Look at me, pretty girl. Look into my eyes like
you used to do when we were younger."
I look at him, holding back tears. A perfect storm of emotions brews
inside of me, cementing me to the spot where my feet are buried in the
snow. I can't move. Fear has crippled me completely, and I don't know what
to do. I can't back down, but can I really go through with it?
"Fucking look at me," Lux growls now, snapping me back to focus and
my fucked up reality. "What is it?"
"I can't... I um." I panic, not knowing what to say, but I catch the look
that Donovan and Lux share.
And it fucking pisses me off. It says 'I told you so', and I don't like it.
I snap out of it, ripping myself out of Lux's hold, taking a few steps
closer to the window.
"I'm fucking doing this. Either you're with me or not."
"What the fuck was that, Boston? Are you having second thoughts?"
"Not anymore, Donovan. Not anymore," I say resolutely. "Let's do it."
Lux and Donovan exchange a glance before nodding in agreement. We
all know that Remy can't continue hurting people, especially not after what
he did to me.
I take a deep breath and climb through the window, followed closely by
Lux and Donovan. As I approach Remy, a surge of anger and determination
fills me. It's time to make him pay for everything he's done.
I grip my knife as the guys stay close beside me, guns drawn and ready,
just in case. I step closer to Remy's bedside and cringe when I take a good
look at him, the evil, predatory monster that he is. I gather my composure,
breathing in slowly through my mouth and out through my nose.
Suddenly I can't remember if I'm even breathing right. Is it in through
my nose and out through my mouth, or do I have it right?
Focusing on my breathing to get my mind off of what I'm about to do, I
slowly bring myself back to the moment and get into position.
Without hesitation, I raise the knife and bring it down towards him,
plunging the blade into his chest. His eyes fling open in utter shock, but I
miss the look that follows as I repeatedly bring the knife down, stabbing a
different part of his body each time.
"What th-"
I stab him in the throat before he can finish, blood spurting everywhere.
Instinctively, his hands cover the wound as he squirms and kicks, trying to
fight me off. But without the guys' help, I manage to subdue him with
slashes and stabs, losing control over the moment. I take all my anger out
on Remy, mutilating his body more than intended.
I feel a tug on my arm, and I stop, turning to see who it is.
"Hey, I think you're good, pretty girl," Lux says with a smile, shock
dripping from his voice.
"Not yet." I grin, covered in Remy's blood, and turn back around to face
his motionless body.
Putting the bloody blade to his throat, the point right below his right ear,
I laugh, losing my mind. "Fuck you, Remy. I hope this fucking hurts as
much as you made me hurt." I swipe the blade, pressing deeply into his skin
as I make a gash from ear to ear.
Lux tries to stop me, gently grabbing my arm and pulling me away from
Remy's bloody, lifeless body. "Enough, Boston. It's done now," he says
softly, concern etched on his face. "Let's get out of here before someone
realizes what we've done."
I follow him numbly, my mind still reeling from the violence I've just
committed. As we make our way out of Remy's house, my hands remain
stained with his blood, the weight of what I've just done settling heavily on
my shoulders.
The adrenaline that had fueled me through the attack begins to wane,
replaced by a sense of emptiness and despair. I know that what I've done
will haunt me for the rest of my days, but at the same time, a small part of
me feels a sense of twisted satisfaction—satisfaction in knowing that Remy
will never again be able to hurt anyone the way he had hurt me.
I also understand that the cycle of violence and revenge is never-ending,
and the darkness that now consumes me is a heavy burden to bear.

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THE BINGE
BOSTON

T
he way his hands run down my body sends an intense burning over my
skin, one that has all the cares in my mind flying out the fucking
window.
When I turn to face him, he tightens his hold on my waist and uses his
other hand, dragging his fingertips across my collarbone. He licks his lips
eagerly and casts his eyes around my face before settling on my lips. Our
mouths fuse in an instant, and our tongues twirl in a heated battle. A slight
moan escapes my throat, traveling directly into Donovan's as he cups my
cheek and deepens the kiss.
Before I know it, one thing leads to another. I take the lead and deepen
the kiss, straddling his lap and pinning him against the couch. He presses
against my flesh with his hands, kneading it like dough. I move my hands
up his stomach, tracing the defined muscles that cover his abdomen. They
look like they were sculpted in marble—tight and precise, almost like they
were painted on. Another sultry groan escapes my throat as he bites my
bottom lip and then brushes my teeth with the piercing in his tongue.
"Fuck, Boston. Are you sure you're okay?" he pants as our mouths part,
but only for long enough for both of us to rip off our shirts and toss them to
the ground in a heap.
"Fuck me, please, so I forget," I beg, unafraid of seeking solace, even if
it means taking a risk.
 “Damn, baby girl. Hearing you fucking beg me is enough to make me
come," he snickers as he holds onto me and flips me to my back, laying me
on a pile of clothes on the couch that I’ve been meaning to fold.
He hovers over me, his gaze deep in mine, as he sweeps his hand down
my body, resting it right between my thighs. He touches me, and I buck my
hips as his palm rubs my pussy and his fingers caress my clit. He flings
open my legs and lies down between them, maintaining a fixed gaze on me,
and causing my body to tremble slightly. My toes curl up against the couch
cushion as his finger circles my opening, spreading my arousal in a tease
that sends my legs trembling.
He aligns the tip of his cock with my opening, and then slowly presses
himself inside the warm, moist space, making my back arch as he does so.
As Donovan pushes, squeezing his hard, veiny cock between my walls,
images of me killing Remy replay in my head, and I find it impossible to
stop thinking about them.
In an effort to forget about the sin I just committed, I grab Donovan by
the back of his head and pull him down so that our lips once again come
together. He repeatedly hits my spot with the tip of his cock while grunting
into my mouth, but the more I try to reach my climax, the further away it
gets. He slides out of me and slams back in, stretching me even more and
leaving a lingering, unpleasant burn in his wake. However, the pain makes
me feel alive. It helps me realize I'm not dead, and I find myself looking for
more of it as I dig my nails into the skin on his back.
Donovan fucks me into oblivion with vibrant, shallow strokes, spilling
his cum into me as his body spasms on top of mine.
"Come for me, Little Bird. Soak my cock with that sweet, sweet cum,"
he grunts, fucking me through his orgasm.
I close my eyes and try to focus, feeling my orgasm slip away. Before
long, I feel a hand wrapped around my throat, flinging my eyes open.
Donovan grins, pounding into me to try to send me over the edge. And
finally, with one final, deep thrust, my pussy grips his cock like a vice and
soaks it with my cum, my body writhing underneath him.
While I'm lying here, gasping for air, my chest heaves, and contractions
rip into my lower belly, leaving me with a tight, fulfilled feeling inside.
"What was that about?" Donovan asks, leaning his back against the
headboard, lighting a cigarette.
 I shrug, still trying to catch my breath. "I don't know. I just couldn't get
there." I frown, still reeling in the high of my climax that I almost didn't get.
"You're stressed, baby. The other night took a lot out of you. Killing
someone isn't easy, little bird, and you fucking killed that motherfucker," he
laughs, smirking flirtatiously.
"I'm not finished either." I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, my
feet hitting the cold floor. "The Taylors are next."

I' ve been lost and stuck in a fog for the last few days . E ver since I
killed Remy, I haven't been myself. But I was warned about it, and I didn't
listen.
There's a newfound sense of power running through me, and it fuels the
fire inside of me even more. The thirst for blood is consuming; it's all I can
think about. And as I sit here, wrapped in a towel after just getting out of
the shower, my mind is already plotting my next kill.
The Taylors didn't only break me, but they broke Lux and Donovan, too.
And I know they want them dead as much as I do.
After getting dressed in my ripped black jeans and a black cropped
sweater, I do another shot, stuck in a deep binge that I can break out of. My
mind is clouded with rage and revenge, and no matter how hard I try, I can't
seem to snap back to reality. Killing changes a person, and now I finally
feel alive for the first time in my life.
Grabbing the journal my parents wrote for me, I flipped through to the
page I left off on and began reading, feeling the stress and anxiety melt
away from my body. A smile forms on my lips, and my breathing slows, all
the anxiety within me slipping away.
I'll find out who killed you, and I promise I'll kill them. I whisper aloud
as I read, doing my best to hold in my tears.
I put the book down and get up, making myself a cup of coffee. On the
counter is a handwritten note, and it catches my eye almost immediately. I
pick it up and study the writing, feeling in my gut that I've seen it
somewhere before. The note is from Donovan, telling me he and Lux would
be back later. But that's not what gives me a chill that spreads to my bones;
it's the writing itself.
I shiver and crumple the note up, shoving it into my pocket. Grabbing
my cup, I take it onto the balcony, lighting my morning blunt to soothe my
anxiety and hopefully rip me out of the depression I've been stuck in. The
snow has stopped falling, but the glistening blanket covering the city is still
there. Everything is covered in white, and it's fucking beautiful.
The cold air around me clears my head a little, and I take a deep breath
in, feeling the tension slowly release from my body. I take another drag of
my cigarette and watch the smoke swirl into the air, feeling a sense of calm
wash over me for the first time in days. As I stand there, gazing out at the
city, I hear the door inside the apartment close. I don't have to turn around
to know both guys are watching me; I can feel their gaze burning holes into
my back.
"I want to go to the Taylor's house tonight." I breathe in the cold air,
feeling the burn in my chest.
"So soon? The cops are out heavy right now since they discovered
Remy's body." Donovan steps closer, placing his hand on the small of my
back.
"I want it done so I can move on. I'm ready to get my life back."
A silence falls around us and an uncomfortable feeling finds its way into
my stomach, making me feel off. I can't explain it. Lux comes to the other
side of me, kissing my cold cheek, my eyes still stuck on the piles of snow
below.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" My heart thumps wildly,
sounding like there's a bass drum inside my chest.
They remain quiet, confirming my suspicions, but I don't let the betrayal
define me. Not yet, anyway. I turn around and brush past them, keeping
quiet so I don't blow up. Inside, I sit down and do another shot, followed by
a line of coke that they just brought home. The drugs invade my body,
making me feel invincible, giving me strength I never knew I had. I know
this has to stop, and it will, but not before the Taylors are dealt with. They're
the last piece of my puzzle, and until they're dead like Remy, I won't ever
have the peace I've been desperately searching for.
They'll pay for what they did. I'll make sure of it.

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THE JOURNAL
BOSTON

M
y thoughts won't stop wandering back to the note that Donovan had
left for me a few days ago. I can't get the writing out of my mind
and how it looked so similar to the writing in my parent's journal.
Could it be a coincidence that two people have the same exact penmanship?
Sure, but I highly doubt that's the case.
I pull out the wrinkled piece of paper and open the journal, comparing
the script written on both. As gasp falls from my parted lips as I look them
over, noticing that they're the exact same. I flip through the pages, noticing
a different writing mixed in and my heart sinks.
Motherfuckers, I mutter, flying off the bed.
Searching through my bag, I pull out a letter that Lux had left for me a
long time ago, hoping the writing doesn't match that in the journal... but it
does.
The feeling of betrayal has never felt so strong before. Everything
inside of me ignites, turning to a wildfire of rage as I throw the book across
the room, sitting on the bed with my head in my hands.
They fucking played me. They betrayed me. They wrote the journal and
played it off as if it was my parents who wrote it. But how? I had the
journal before I showed up at the Taylors'.
Didn't I?
I try to rack my brain for memories, but there are none. Pacing the floor
near the open window, darkness begins to take hold over me, sucking me in
deeper than I'd ever been before. I didn't think my life could get any darker,
but I was wrong.
The betrayal runs even deeper than I imagined. How could they have
orchestrated the whole thing? What else have they manipulated or lied to
me about? I feel a deep sense of loss and confusion. As I try to gather my
thoughts, I realize that I need to confront Lux and Donovan, but I have to be
smart about it. The way my emotions are running fucking wild, I don't
know if I'll have the patience to be smart about it.
I want fucking answers and I want them now. I'm done being the girl
everyone walks all over. It's time for me to walk all over them.
Lux Kingsley and Donovan Hades are beautiful fucking monsters
consumed by darkness, temptation, and sin.
They promised to ruin me, to break me. But they can't break what's
already broken.
They protected me and then made me believe that I was nothing but a
pawn in their wicked game. So I'll play along, determined to win.
They underestimated the strength that lies within me—the
determination to find the truth.
The darkness they tried to drown me in will be no match for the
darkness I carry within.
I will not be broken any longer.

I sit in the dark in the living room , high out of my mind , my body
numb, my anger fuming. Holding the pistol that Lux gave me in my hand,
cocked and ready to use, I sat here and waited for Lux and Donovan to
arrive home.
I don't have a plan yet, I'm too worked up to think straight, and the
drugs certainly don't help. Stil, I do another shot and light a blunt, still
trying to grasp the fact that they lied to me about something so... big.
Suddenly, the door opens and they stumble in laughing, flipping the
light on. They freeze in their tracks when they see me sitting in the recliner
in the dark, realization on their faces. The journal sits on the table beside
me, along with the notes, proof of their matching handwriting. I keep the
gun in my hand and my finger on the trigger, waiting to see if I'll be able to
pull it.
In my eighteen short years, I've learned that love doesn't exist. Those
who say they love you usually want something from you. They're lying to
gain control over you. Love doesn't exist, only lust. So what was it that I
thought I had with Lux and Donovan if it wasn't love? Lust? Possibly, but I
don't have time to sit here and figure it the fuck out.
"Uh, Boston, what's going on here?" Donovan asks, approaching
cautiously with Lux beside him.
"Why don't you tell me?" I begin, taking a sip of the cold beer in my
other hand. "And let's cut out the fucking lies, aye?"
They share a look with each other, a sudden realization passing between
them as they notice the journal-the reason we're here, in this position.
"Boston, w-"
"Shut the fuck up, Lux. Both of you sit down," I scream, pointing the
gun at them, my hand never steadier.
They listen, putting their hands up in surrender, guilt clouding their
gorgeous eyes. I stare at them, my heart shattering into pieces, while still
trying to remain calm to see this through. I take another swig of beer,
enjoying the burn from the carbonation as it slid down my throat. Taking a
deep breath, I put the beer down and pick up the useless journal, whipping
it at them without looking to see where it lands.
"Why?" I ask, my voice cracking. "Why did you fucking do it?"
Lux sighs, shaking his head. "We thought we were helping you. Your
parents weren't who you thought they were." He runs his hands through his
hair, frustration and shame written all over his beautiful face.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Boston," Donovan says. "Lux is right. Your parents were fucking
monsters who preyed on children... including you."
I stand up in a fit of rage, power surging through me as I grip the gun
tighter, wanting everything to stop.
"You're lying," I sob, unable to comprehend what they're saying.
"We're not fucking lying, Boston! Your parents were child molesters and
child traffickers! They fucking hurt you, they hurt countless other children!"
Donovan screams, charging at me. His hand wraps around my throat and he
pins me against the cold, balcony door.
 I struggle against him, tears blurring my vision as I try to comprehend
the truth of their words, his hand tightening around my throat.
"Stop fighting me, Boston! I'm trying to protect you, dammit!"
The gun drops to the ground and I reach for anything to defend myself.
Lux grabs Donovan and pulls him off of me, giving me the chance to
escape. I ran out of the apartment, stumbling down the stairs and out onto
the street.
I need to process this, to make sense of everything. My whole life has
been a lie, and the people I trusted most have betrayed me. I feel lost and
alone, not knowing where to turn or who to trust. But one thing is for
certain, I need to confront my past and find out the truth about my parents.
Only then can I truly understand what love and trust mean.

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THE REVENGE
LUX

"S hesearched
wasn't supposed to find out this way," I yelled at Donovan as we
the streets of Lynn, looking for Boston. It wasn't snowing,
but, fuck, it was cold. We pulled our hoods over our heads and kept
them down as we walked, trying to figure out where she could've gone.
"Trust me, don't you think I fucking know that?" He spits, his tone
chilling. "Where the fuck did she go?"
"I'm not sure." I look around, trying to track the hundreds of footprints
in the dirty snow. There's no telling which ones are hers, if any.
"We should've told her sooner. We shouldn't have let it get this far." I
kick a discarded box in my way, scaring a stray cat that runs down the alley
we're walking past.
"There's nothing we can do about it now. We need to focus on finding
her." He lights a cigarette, shoving one hand through his dark hair
anxiously, both of us trying to think about where she could possibly be.
As we continue our search, the tension between Donovan and me is
palpable. We both know that she must be feeling lost and confused right
now, and the guilt of keeping the truth from her is weighing heavily on us.
The harsh reality of our situation hits me like a punch to the gut—we were
fooling ourselves if we thought we could keep this secret forever.
"Do you think she went to the Taylor's?" Donovan asks, flicking the ash
from his cigarette and squinting ahead into the bleak, wintry landscape.
 "It's worth a shot," I reply, quickening my pace as we head in the
direction of the house of horrors we grew up in. The possibility that she
might have sought solace in the familiar surroundings of the home fills me
with a sense of urgency.
As we approach the house, I catch a glimpse of something familiar
through the bare trees. There she is, sitting on the front step, staring out into
the distance with tears in her eyes. Relief washes over me as I hurry
towards her, wrapping her in a warm embrace.
"I'm so sorry; we should've told you sooner," I say, feeling the weight of
our deception lift off my shoulders. She nods, her shivering form leaning
into the warmth of our presence.
"There's nothing to talk about right now. I want to hear it from Debbie
and Bobby," she says, her tone stern and commanding, leaving no room for
dispute.
She stands up, a gun in her hand and a lost, torturous look on her
beautiful, tear-stained face. She walks up the few steps, and we follow,
taking a deep breath and bracing ourselves for whatever might lie ahead.
Opening the door, we walk through the dark house on a mission, going up
the creaky stairs without even trying to stay quiet.
"Do you have a plan?" I ask, hoping she does because I don't.
"Not really. I want to know the truth, and I know they fucking know it."
She turns to look at us, a dark, distant look filling her eyes. "And then I'm
going to kill them so this can all be over," she sighs, turning back around to
face their bedroom door.
I feel the blood drain from my face as I realize how deeply she has been
affected by our deception. The gravity of the situation hits me like a ton of
bricks, and I glance over at Donovan, who looks equally horrified.
As we reach the bedroom door, I try to find the words to reason with
her, to beg her, but she's already pushing open the door, her grip on the gun
tightening as she steps inside. Donovan and I exchange a look before
following her into the room, unsure of how this is going to play out.
Debbie and Bobby look up in shock as we enter, their expressions
quickly turning to fear as they see the gun in her hand. I can see the
realization sinking in for them, and I know that whatever comes next, it'll
free the three of us from the demons we've carried with us for so fucking
long.
 "What the fuck are you doing here?" Booby snaps at us, his bloodshot
eyes glued to Boston's, who's holding the gun.
"Shut the fuck up, Bobby. It's my turn to fucking talk," Boston growls in
the sexiest voice I've ever heard, and it makes my cock twitch.
Bobby laughs, Debbie glares at Boston as if she's about to lunge at her,
and me and Donovan lean back against the wall, watching to see how it all
plays out.
Boston starts pacing at the end of their bed, waving the gun as she
mutters to herself—on the verge of a mental breakdown, it seems. But she
knows what she's doing. She might be hurt and pissed, but my girl knows
what the fuck she's doing.
"I want to know about my parents," she says, turning to face them as
they both sit up in bed and light a cigarette.
"There's nothing to know. You were taken away, and that was that."
Debbie shrugs, obviously trying to hide what she knows.
But we know.
"Bullshit." She cocks the gun and aims it at Debbie's knee. "Tell me the
fucking truth," she sighs, acting as if she's bored.
It's truly fascinating to see her in action, even if she is committing the
worst sin of them all.
Debbie must think she's joking, because she laughs, coughing her lungs
up in the process.
"Stupid girl," she says, but before she can say anything else, Boston
fires the gun, the sound of recoil echoing in my ears as the bullet pierces
Debbie's knee. "Ahh, fuck!"
"I'm not here to play games, as you can see," Boston admits, firing
another shot to Debbie's other knee before pointing the gun at Bobby.
"Fuck, you're crazy!" Bobby gasps, not knowing what to do.
But as Boston raises the gun to shoot him, he throws his hands up in
mock surrender and shakes his head in disbelief.
"Fine, what do you want to know? Just don't fucking shoot me."
"I want to know why I was placed in foster care."
"Boston, your parents were fucking sick. They got off on molesting
little kids," Bobby gags on his words, which makes no sense because he had
no problem doing the same shit to the three of us.
"Keep going," she says with tears in her eyes, my heart breaking as I
look at Donovan and shake my head.
 "They tried to sell you to a predator, but the FBI got involved and
stopped the child trafficking ring they had going. They took you and six
other children out of that house before they arrested your parents." Bobby
hangs his head, noticing the look of utter betrayal and disgust on her face.
Turning to face us, Boston smiles as much as she can, but it doesn't
quite reach her eyes. Her shoulders drop as she sighs, looking utterly
defeated.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I should've believed the two of you, but I
didn't." She turns back around, raises the gun, and empties the clip into
Bobby and Debbie, catching us completely off guard.
The room is filled with the echoing sound of gunshots as we watch in
shock and horror, unable to move or speak. Boston drops the gun to the
ground and turns to look at us, her eyes wide with a mix of sadness and
determination.
"We need to leave," she says, her voice steady despite the chaos around
us. "We need to get out of here before the police arrive."
Donovan and I nod, and we quickly follow Boston out of the room and
down the stairs. We don't speak as we make our way out of the house, our
minds still reeling from the events that have just unfolded. Once we're
outside, Boston takes a deep breath and looks at us with a haunted
expression.
"We need to figure out what to do next," she says, her voice trembling
slightly. "But first, we need to get as far away from here as possible."

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THE FRUIT ROLL-UP
DONOVAN

A WEEK LATER

S
nowflakes pummel the city and ice coats the streets; the blizzard is the
worst Lynn has seen in years. The power has been going off and on,
and almost everything is shut down. While everyone is going to
Christmas Eve mass, the three of us are held up in our apartment, lying low
from all the police presence and news coverage of the murders.
It doesn't feel like Christmas, not when everything around here has been
so dark and gloomy.
Boston has barely said a word to us unless she absolutely has to. Lux
and I are constantly wondering if she's taken her own life while locked in
the bedroom, but her sobs always answer for us.
I feel like shit for the way everything went down. When she found out
we were the ones who wrote the journal she thought was from her parents,
that was the final betrayal for her. We still haven't figured out how to pull
her out of the slump, and fuck, we've been trying.
The guilt sits heavy in my stomach, twisting and turning with every
passing moment. The blizzard outside seems to match the turmoil within
our apartment. As the snow falls heavier and the wind howls louder, I can't
shake the feeling of dread that hangs over us.
 But we can't give up. We owe it to Boston to help her through this, to
make things right somehow. And maybe, just maybe, if we can weather this
storm together, there might be a glimmer of hope on the other side.
As I sit by the window, watching the relentless snowfall, I know that we
can't let darkness win. We have to find a way to bring back the light for
Boston.
"Should we go in there and see if she wants to come out?" Lux asks
quietly, breaking the suffocating silence looming over us.
"I don't know. Maybe sh-"
The sound of the door creaking open from the hallway makes my words
trail off, and we anxiously look, waiting to see if it's her coming out.
It is.
She walks into the living room, wearing only a red shirt she took from
Lux and her hair in French braid pigtails with green bows tied at the ends.
My jaw drops and I can't look away, neither can Lux. Red and white
stockings cover her legs, stopping just below her knees. I swallow hard,
smiling, taking in the beautiful fucking sight.
"Merry Christmas Eve," she says in a soft tone, her voice slightly
shaking.
"Get over here, pretty girl. You can pretend I'm Santa while you sit on
my lap and tell me all the things you want," Lux growls, a grin on his face
as he pats his lap for her to sit.
She sits down and smiles for the first time in so fucking long. Pulling
her lip between her teeth—a sign that she's either nervous or turned-on—
she bats her long, innocent lashes at me, making the urge to grab her and
fuck her as strong as ever.
"Now, have you been a good girl, Boston," Lux whispers in her ear. "Or
have you been a naughty girl this year?"
She giggles and shrugs innocently, making me want to reach out and
pull her into my arms. But I stay put, knowing that she needs to feel safe
and in control.
"I think I've been quite naughty," she says with a mischievous glint in
her eyes.
Lux winks at me and I can't help but chuckle, feeling some of the
heaviness of the past weeks lift off my shoulders.
"Well, now you're about to see what naughty girls get," I say, smiling at
her.
 The blizzard continues to rage outside, but inside, there's an undeniable
warmth that has nothing to do with the crackling flames.
Unwrapping a fruit roll-up, Boston eyes me mischievously, licking her
lips as she watches me eat it. She squirms on Lux's lap, his fingers tickling
the inside of her thighs.
"Got anymore of those?" she asks, pointing to the sticky mess in my
hand.
"Kitchen," I mumble, trying to chew through my words.
She gets up and skips to the kitchen, the shirt raising and showing off
her plump little ass cheeks, giving us a show.
She returns with another fruit roll-up, a devious look in her lustful blue
eyes as she kneels in front of me. Lux stands behind her, hand down his
pants, wrapped around his cock, waiting to see what she's about to do.
Taking it upon herself, she pulls my sweats down, my boxers with them,
letting my cock spring free, smacking against my lower stomach. She
laughs, her eyes sparkling like glitter as she opens the rainbow colored
snack and peels the film off of it.
"Even though I've been a naughty girl," she whispers, wrapping the fruit
roll-up around my cock. "I can be a good girl for you too." She licks her
lips, cradles my balls in one hand, and guides my dick to her mouth with the
other.
"Fuck, Little Bird, you are definitely being a good girl right now," I
groan in utter ecstasy as she rolls her lips down my cock, sealing them
around the sticky coating.
Its a weird feeling, having a fucking fruit roll-up around my dick, but as
she sucks and slurps on it, it feels like nothing I've ever felt before. As much
as I want to lean my head back and close my eyes to enjoy it, I'm too
fascinated, and I have to watch her. Her tongue swirls in circles, then licks
up and down, turning the color of the fruit roll-up.
"Jesus, pretty girl," Lux moans, stroking his cock as he stands behind
her. "I'm curious to see what you're going to eat off of my cock." She turns
to look at him, massaging my balls as my cock throbs.
"Maybe I'll use some chocolate syrup," she teases, her voice dripping
with desire. "Or maybe whipped cream." Lux's breath hitches as she
continues to stroke and suck on me, the sensation almost too intense to
handle.
 As she takes me in deeper, her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the
hunger and passion burning within them. I reach out and tangle my fingers
in her hair, and she moans around me, sending shivers down my spine.
Lux moves closer, his hands trailing along her body, adding to the fire
that's already consuming us. The kitchen is forgotten, the world outside of
this room ceases to exist. All that matters is the three of us, lost in this
moment of raw, unfiltered desire, and me with a fucking fruit roll-up stuck
to my dick.
By the time the fruit roll-up is gone, I can feel a tingle begin in my toes
and travel up my body. She takes me deeper down her throat, each piercing
in my cock scraping against her insides. Pushing her head down, I thrust my
hips, choking her as my cum spills down her throat. She doesn't gag this
time. She swallows every drop, her tongue still gliding around my piercings
as I fill her mouth with my hot, thick seed.
"Don't spill a fucking drop, Little Bird. Be a good girl and swallow
everything I'm giving you," I demand, feeling her throat constricting around
my dick as she swallows with me in her mouth. I grunt and groan through
every delicious second, panting heavily as she slides me out of her mouth
and licks the remnants of my cum off her lips.
"Did I do a good job, baby?" she asks, batting her lashes in a teasing
manner.
"You did fucking amazing, Boston." I nod, cupping her cheek, my
thumb swiping across her bottom lip. Lux and I exchange a knowing look,
completely enthralled by the woman sitting in front of us.
"Pretty girl, you always do a good job," Lux says, leaning in to kiss her
as I stroke the side of her face. "But now it's my turn to taste you."

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THE CUM-CUBES
LUX

W
hile Boston and Donovan are in the bedroom, I sneak into the
kitchen and open the freezer, taking out the ice cube tray filled with
a frozen surprise I left a couple weeks ago. With a devious grin on
my face, I take the tray to the bedroom, finding them both sprawled out on
the bed, completely naked, waiting for me.
"What's that?" Boston asks, propping herself onto her elbows. Donovan
just grins, knowing all about it.
"A special kind of ice I'm going to run all over your body," I tell her,
cracking the tray so the cum-cubes pop loose. I drop my pants and kneel on
the bed, taking a cube and running it over her lips. She licks them, giving
me a curious look as she tries to figure out what it is. I push a cube into her
mouth and rub another over her nipples, making them cold, hard, and perky.
"Suck on it, pretty girl. Let it melt on your tongue for me." I smile,
watching her do exactly as I tell her without hesitation.
With Donovan beside her, he grabs a cube and continues to tease and
torture her nipples while I take one and run it down her body, watching it
melt against her fiery skin. She shudders, moaning as I move the cube
lower, pushing it between her dripping pussy lips. She gasps, arching her
back from the cold sensation.
"Lux," she says, swallowing the liquid as it melts in her mouth. "What's
in those ice cubes?"
 "Why don't you tell me?" I chuckle, pushing a cube into her pussy,
watching my cum drip out as the heat from her cunt melts it.
"Did you really make ice cubes out of your cum?" her jaw drops, my
cum dripping from her parted lips as more of it spreads all over her skin
from each cube that melts on her body.
"I sure the fuck did." Sliding two fingers inside her, I push the melting
cube of my cum deeper, feeling the icy liquid coating my fingers with each
thrust.
"Wow," she moans, bucking her hips to chase my fingers as they probe
her from within. I curl them, scraping my nails against the swollen bud
inside of her, the one that makes her unravel before our eyes.
Covered in my cum, I admire every inch of her glowing skin, feeling
her cunt grip my fingers as Donovan teases her nipples with his teeth.
"Merry Christmas to me," Boston moans again, clenching around my
fingers even tighter.
I get at the end of the bed and grab her hips, pulling her down so she's
lined up with my cock. "Merry Christmas, indeed," I growl, sliding into her
cold, wet cunt in a single thrust that pushes her toward the headboard.
Instead of Donovan sliding into her ass, he stands at the edge of the bed and
turns Boston's head, easing his cock into her mouth... without the fruit roll-
up this time.
Boston's eyes widen in surprise, but she eagerly takes him in, her lips
wrapping around his length as she moans around him. I move in a steady
rhythm, my cock gliding in and out of her slick warmth, the icy residue
from the melted cubes adding a delicious sensation to every thrust. With
each brush of my fingers against her swollen clit, she moans and sucks
harder on Donovan's cock. Together, we bring her to the edge of ecstasy, the
combined sensations of cold and heat overwhelming her senses until she
arches and shudders, crying out around Donovan as she reaches her peak,
gripping and soaking my dick.
Donovan and I come together, but he fills her mouth.
"Don't swallow," he orders, sliding out of her mouth and capturing her
lips, sucking his cum out of her mouth.
I pull out of her pussy and aim for her throat, spilling my cum all over
her glimmering skin, giving her another pearl necklace that she wears
proudly. Donovan climbs between her legs and lowers his head, putting his
mouth against her pussy. As he looks at her, he spits his cum into her tight
hole, watching her eyes light up in surprise. Taking his fingers, he curls
them under her ass, catching his cum as it drips back out of her pussy. He
then brings his fingers to her mouth and pushes them inside for her to clean
off.
"Good girl. Suck our cum off my fingers. Make them fucking shine,
baby," he growls as her tongue twirls around his fingers and her cheeks
hollow out from sucking them clean.
When he pulls them out, I scoop my cum from around her neck and
paint her tits with it, using the remnants on my fingers to coat her lips to
make them shine for me.
As she collapses back onto the bed, spent and breathless, I join
Donovan at her side. We take turns kissing her, tasting the mingled flavors
of her and our cum on her lips. She smiles lazily, thoroughly satisfied, as we
admire the glistening trails of melted ice and cum on her skin. With our
bodies entwined, we revel in the warmth of the bedroom and the passion
we've shared, knowing that this Christmas surprise will be a memory we'll
cherish for a long time to come.
“Merry Christmas, pretty girl.”

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 TWENTY-SEVEN
THE LAST SHOT
BOSTON

M
ixing up a shot, I put the last of the heroin in the spoon and toss the
baggie into the trash. I take my time with the process, knowing this
is going to be the last shot I ever do. My heart thunders like a
fucking bass drum, threatening to burst through my chest from the force.
My hands are sweaty. My anxiety is through the roof. Everything is worse
than usual. But I'll get through it, like I always do.
I find a vein with no issues, seeing the red flush right away. Breathing
deeply, I smile and push the plunger slowly, watching the heroin flood into
my veins for the last time. I break the tip and drop the syringe into the trash,
saying goodbye to the closest friend I've ever had. Heroin had been with me
through everything. It mended my broken heart. It took away my pain. It
was my lifeline for so fucking long.
But it's time to say goodbye, old friend. Thanks for the memories, even if
they weren't so great.
I push the emotions aside and step onto the balcony, a cold gust of wind
slapping me across the face. I relish it, smiling as I sit down in my usual
seat and kick my feet up on the railing.
The police still have no leads on the three murders I committed; they
figured since they were nothing but scum, they weren't so worried about
finding the killer. I've been watching the news like a hawk, but each day
coverage dies down a little more, making the events just a distant memory
in the back of my mind.
 But I'll never forget. I don't want to. I want to remember every fucking
detail, the look on their faces when they took their last breath. The details
don't haunt me, it's more so knowing there's still so much out there that I
don't know.
Like who killed my parents...
Deep down, I know who killed them, but I think they're too afraid of
how I'll react if they were to tell me.
Some secrets are worth staying buried, and this is one of them. I don't
need to know everything. I know what matters, and that's enough for me.
Sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette, the sun shines for the first
time in weeks, melting the snow blanketing the city. A chilly breeze whips
through, making me shiver, but I've never felt more comfortable.
The warmth of the sun on my face feels like a sign of hope, a reminder
that life goes on despite the darkness that lingers within me. I take another
drag of my cigarette, exhaling slowly and allowing my thoughts to drift.
As the snow continues to melt, revealing the pavement and the greenery
underneath, I can't help but feel a sense of renewal within me. It's as if a
weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I find myself slowly letting go
of the need to seek out the truth about everything. Maybe some secrets are
better left buried, locked away to never be spoken of again.
Hearing the guys enter the apartment from behind me, I stub out my
cigarette and stand up, ready to embrace whatever comes next. I walk
inside, a smile on my face as I walk into Lux's open arms. He kisses the top
of my head and tightens his hold on me as Donovan hugs me from behind,
sandwiching me in between them.
"Are you ready, pretty girl?" Lux asks, a gleam in his eyes that I haven't
seen before. Nerves consume me and my anxiety starts to bubble up inside
of me, but I know this is the right decision.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Are you?" I ask, looking between both of them with a
nervous smile. They both nod, a smile on their face as we stay entwined in
each other's arms.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Donovan says calmly, a nervous look
flickering in his green eyes.
"Yeah," Lux sighs. "I think this is what all three of us need. And I think
when we get out we'll be stronger than ever." He smiles, trying to assure me
that we're doing the right thing.
 Right after Christmas, the three of us decided to check ourselves into
rehab, hoping to break the cycle of addiction and clean ourselves up.
Although it's scary, especially having to leave each other, it's the next step
in our lives that we have to take if we want to survive. We know addiction
only leads to jail, institutions, or death, and none of those are what we see
for our futures. I don't know what the future holds, but I know that we'll be
together no matter what.
They hold me tight, feeling like maybe there's hope for us after all.
We've made it through the storm, and the light is finally breaking through
the darkness.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like everything is going to be
okay.

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 EPILOGUE
BOSTON

NINE MONTHS LATER

T
he heavy weight of years of trauma and personal baggage lifted off my
shoulders in just nine months.
It took nine months for me to kick the dope habit I had for five
years.
It took nine months to come to terms with everything that's happened in
my life, and to me.
It took nine months for me to finally feel like a different person—a
changed person.
I wasn't expecting shit when I checked myself into rehab. Deep down, I
wasn't ready to get clean. I had reservations—meaning I already had plans
to use when I got out. There was always that "one more time" kicker that
was going to fuck me.
I wasn't expecting them to heal me—no one could. I thought I was too
broken to be fixed, and I had come to terms with that. And I wasn't
expecting to move past the trauma from Bobby and Remy. I thought I
deserved everything that happened. Life was fucking me in every way
possible, and I saw no hope in sight.
I was content with the way things were. Me, Lux, and Donovan had the
life. We had drugs all the time, so we weren't sick. We had money to do
whatever we wanted. We had a roof over our heads and food in the fridge,
and we got to fuck whenever we wanted. It was the life. I could've stayed
there with them forever and I wouldn't have regretted it.
We loved each other so fucking much that we became codependent, and
that's never a good thing—especially with addicts.
The idea of going to rehab came from a place of desperation. I was
spiraling, and I didn't even know it. But those nine months changed
everything. The therapy, the support from the staff and other patients, and
most importantly, the internal change that I allowed to happen. I let down
the wall around my heart. I faced my demons. I forgave myself. I forgave
others, and I learned to love myself for the first time.
Leaving rehab felt like stepping into a new world. Everything felt
different, even the air I was breathing. There was a sense of hope that I
hadn't felt in a long time. I was scared, of course, but I was ready to take on
life without the crutch of drugs. I was ready to truly live.
We lived for the first time in our lives—truly lived.
Drugs aren't a part of our lives anymore, but we'll never forget where
we came from.
Now we live in a beautiful apartment in Boston, but we'll always
remember the rundown one in the ghetto.
Still undecided about the future, we're at least working toward it, not
stuck in the chains of our demons.
The first time I laid eyes on Lux and Donovan, I fell in love—I was
only ten. There was something about them that I was drawn to, and it wasn't
the darkness that consumed us.
It was the light.
Lux Kingsley and Donovan Hades broke me in the worst ways possible.
They used me as a pawn until I fought back. And they loved me harder and
deeper than fucking anyone.
But I needed to be broken. I needed to be played. And fuck, I needed to
be loved.
My monsters broke me into fucking pieces, but they put me back
together better than I was before. They fixed me, completed me, and
showed me what it was to love.
Now, I wake up every morning and look at Lux and Donovan, and I
can't help but feel grateful for the love they've given me. We're moving
forward—all of us—and I can see a future with them by my side. It may not
be perfect, but it's ours, and that's all I need. We're healing together,
growing together, and learning to live without the shadow of our pasts
weighing us down. I never expected to find hope, love, and a sense of
purpose, but here we are. We may not have it all figured out, but we have
each other, and that's more than enough.
The future is uncertain, but the three of us are ready to take it on, one
day at a time.

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 THANK YOU

Thank you for all the support I received during the writing process of
Breaking Boston; it's been phenomenal. To everyone who ARC read and
reviewed, and those who took time out to buy my book, thank you. My
smut sluts, street team, ladies, you're all amazing. Thank you so much for
the love you've shown me during Breaking Boston, Trick or Treat, and my
entire writing journey. Special thanks to my husband and my kids for
working with me while I spent countless nights and days writing my heart
out. I love you all so much.

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 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

KM ROGNESS

At 34, with a husband of 8 years and a boy mom of 3 (and a new baby on the way), Kasey Rogness is
an Indie/Trad author of dark, twisted romance novels—the darker the better. More morally black than
morally grey.

Her books are raw, smutty, dark, and twisted, with plots that leave you second guessing your sanity
with every line you read.

She has no triggers, so expect to find a lot of dark ones in her books. Her favorite tropes are stalkers,
masked, bullies, MFM, forbidden, & enemies to lovers...
KM went through the foster care system and was adopted along with five other siblings of hers. She
was raised in Massachusetts but currently lives in North Carolina. She grew up writing, mostly in her
journals, but over time she started to put her own struggles and personal experiences into the dark
romance books she writes today, trying to bring awareness to certain topics that she's been through.
She started out on Chapters Interactive Stories, where lovers of dark, smutty romance fell in love
with her many books.
And she hopes you fucking enjoy them too!

Stay dark, stay twisted, and stay smutty

-Kasey-

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 ALSO BY KM ROGNESS
Trick or Treat is a MMFMM Erotic Horror, and the first book I ever published.

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