Page 21 of Breaking Boston

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.

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