Page 44 of Breaking Boston

"Take your masks off," she says with a stern tone, her bruised face stuck on ours intently.

"Boston, I-"

"I don't want to fucking hear it! I want to know who you are, and if you don't want to tell me, stay the fuck out of my way," she growls, her tone giving me chills.

She's determined. Pissed off. A woman on a mission. And we just poked the fucking bear. Were we ready to deal with the repercussions?Fuck no.

"I don't think it's a good idea right now," Donovan whispers, slightly afraid of her response.

She smiles, and not just any smile.No. Her smile is chilling, her teeth barred, her lips curling into a sinister grin that neither one of us feels good about.

"Fine, leave me the fuck alone and stay out of my fucking way," she says in the sweetest tone ever, giving us wicked mixed signals.

She flips her hair over her shoulder and spins around, walking away before either of us can come up with something to say. We didn't know what was on her mind, we just knew she wasn't happy. She was finally taking control of her life, but at what cost? Was she really willing to leave us behind after all this time of being front and center in our lives? It looked like it, but knowing me and Donovan, we weren't going to let her get away. Not after all the hard work and dedication we had put into watching her every move and trying to keep her safe.

We exchanged a look and without a word, we both started to follow her. We couldn't let her walk away from us.Not now. Not ever. We would find a way to make things right, to earn her trust back, and to piece together the shattered fragments of what we once had. Together, the three of us would navigate through the chaos and find our way back to each other. We owed it to Boston—and to ourselves—to fight for what we had once believed in sofiercely. And that's exactly what we were going to fucking do, no matter what it took.

SEVENTEEN

THE OBSESSION

DONOVAN

Lux and I made it back to our apartment before Boston, which made us start to obsess over where she could've gone. We knew she wasn't at the warehouse, not after the stunt "we" had just pulled with Remy. She wouldn't go back to the Taylor's house, unless she was going for revenge... which was quite possible. And we knew she wasn't at her parent's house, not after she knew they had been killed.

She still didn't know it was us. At least, we didn't think she knew.

Lux and I pass the bottle of Patron back and forth, making up half gram and gram baggies of our newest batch of heroin. The brown powder sticks to the latex glove covering my hand as I pinch out the last of the dust in the corner of the baggie. Once all the bags are made up and tied, we get out our works and mix up a shot, needing to unwind after the day we had.

Boston was still a touchy subject between the two of us, so we didn't dare bring her up. But I knew he wished she were here just as badly as I did.

"Maybe it's time to retire the masks," Lux says out of nowhere, removing the belt from his arm after he does his shot.

It takes me by surprise a little, and as I finish my shot, I clear my throat and look at him. "Why now, all of a sudden?"

"It's not fair to her, D. It's also giving her mixed signals when we're with her as ourselves and as 'D and King'. She's falling forthemwhen she should be falling forus. It's time, fucker." He snatches the bottle out of my hand and takes another swig, leaving me contemplating his suggestion.

Before I can say anything, a soft knock on our door has us looking at each other, curiosity written all over our faces. Could it be her? There was only one way to find out.

Opening the door, Lux and I breathe a sigh of relief when we see Boston standing there, covered in snow, her eyes glossy and black, and with a shy smile on her puffy lips.

"Can I come in?" She finally asks.

"You don't have to ask. Fuck, you don't even have to knock." We step aside and let her in, locking the door behind her.

Lux takes off her wet jacket and I grab her bag out of her hand, putting it beside the door. Figuring it would take her a minute to get comfortable, I walked back into the living room to sit down. Lux stays behind, though. It doesn't take long for both of them to join me, and when they do, the first thing Boston does is grab the Patron and guzzle it like its water, while Lux and I watch in fascination.

"What happened, Little Bird?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't shut down on us like she usually does.

"Remy is what happened," she admits, taking another sip. "I'm going back there to kill him."

Lux and I stare at her in complete shock, our jaws sticking to the ragged carpet that our feet are on.

"He's first, and the Taylors' are next," she continued, sticking a needle into a vein on the top of her foot, acting as calm as she could be.

Boston wasn't the type of girl to hurt anyone. She cared about people's feelings too much. So, hearing her admit that she wanted to kill not one personbut three, we were a little apprehensive to believe her... until she spoke again.

"You guys can help me or not, but I'm going to kill them. I'm going to fucking kill everyone who ever hurt me, and there isn't a damn thing anyone—not even you—can do about it."

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