Page 12 of Breaking Boston

"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 rageand 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.

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