Page 23 of Breaking Boston

"Hayden is dead," she says out of nowhere, and a small, sneaky smile creeps onto my face.

"What happened?" Donovan asks as she turns her head to look at him, wiping her tears.

"He was... he was murdered. They found his body near our old house." She looks distant, lost, but she won't for long.

"He deserved it for all the shit he did."

"Yeah, he was a pervert, but he didn't deserve to die the way he did," she bites back, pushing off of my chest.

She starts to walk away, her hips swaying, putting me in a fucking trance. So, D and I follow her, wanting nothing more than to console her in the ways only we can.

"He fucking touched you, Boston. He deserved everything he fucking got," I spit, unable to stop the fire burning inside of me. I can't hold the hatred in, no matter how hard I try.

"Little bird, stop," D growls, snatching her by the wrist and yanking her into his arms. She balls her fists and smacks them against his chest, but he doesn't let go.

The look she gives him is suspicious, as if she knows something that she shouldn't. I'm waiting for her to put two and two together and figure out that we're the masked men, but she says nothing, even if she does know.

"Let go of me, Donovan. Where have you guys been?" She cries, her voice broken beyond belief.

We did that. We fucking broke her.

"We've been working, Boston. But we're here now, and we're not going anywhere."

"Take me back to your place," she says in a desperate tone that makes my cock jump yet again.

"Aren't you staying here?" I ask, pretending to be clueless.

"I was, but I'd rather not. I want to stay with you guys."

D and I share another look, a secret nod of our heads. Knowing we can't take her to the warehouse, there's only one other place we can take her where the three of us will be safe—for now.

"Don't you have to get your stuff?" I ask as we come to our bikes parked in the alley, handing her my helmet.

"No, I didn't have much with me. I don't need it. I don't need anything..." Her words trail off as she looks at the moon, a shiver wracking her body. "I need to get high. I feel like shit."

"You need more than a fucking drug fix, and Donovan and I are going to make sure you get everything you need, Pretty Girl." I grin, licking my lips.

The way her big doe eyes glimmer under the glow of the moon sends my senses into overdrive, and I can't help but imagine what they'd look like when she finally feels both of us inside of her.

"Stop it, Lux," Donovan warns, giving me a hard look. "This isn't the time."

I roll my eyes at him, but deep down, I know he's right. We help her onto the back of my bike, making sure she's secure before we start off towards our place. The night is quiet as we ride through the empty streets, and I can feel the weight of the situation settling over us.

We'll get her right where we want her, I promise myself. And when we do, we'll never let her out of our fucking sights again.She's ours to break, and we're not going to let anyone else fucking break her.

EIGHT

THE REUNION

BOSTON

Seeing Lux and Donovan again, and so close, brought back so many memories that I thought my mind had buried. I didn't want them buried but their absence from my life over the years did that.

I clung to Lux the entire ride to their apartment. I felt the wind in my newly dyed brown hair, and it brought a sense of peace over me—something I hadn't felt in forever. They were back, but one question still remained, lingering in the back of my mind. How long were they going to stay this time? There was something different about them that I couldn't put my finger on, but I was determined to figure it out...afterI felt better and embraced them being back in my life. I didn't give the two masked men another thought. Why would I? I had the two loves of my life back, and I was hoping with everything in me that they were here to stay.

Lux and I follow Donovan down a dark alley, the vibration from the bike causing a stir—an ache—between my thighs that only they could satisfy.

After parking their bikes, both men grab my hands and lead me up a fire escape on the back of a rundown building, the brick crumbling like the world around me as I knew it.

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