Page 37 of Breaking Boston

"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.

THIRTEEN

THE MURDER

BOSTON

Isat 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 mychildhood 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 Ishouldhave 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.

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