Page 22 of Breaking Boston

Whatever it took, I would be there for her, and nothing would stand in my way. Nothing.

It didn't take longfor Donovan 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.

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