Page 16 of Breaking Boston

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 ourparts. 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.

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