Page 23 of Yours to Break

He has to understand. “If a teacher fucks a student, is that okay? If a doctor fucks a patient, is that okay? No, it’s not. And almost every time, there’s more than just one victim.” I pleaded with him, my voice wavering, “Lane, would someone with your best interests in mind really keep you from contacting your own parents? What is he worried about you saying to them? If he wasn’t doing anything wrong, he wouldn’t care.”

“Please, go. Just go, please. I can’t—I can’t—” Lane’s breaths came quickly, signaling an oncoming panic attack.

I was failing.

I was failing the one person who’d shown me such beautiful, unconditional love.

“Lane, please. Come with me. Don’t become just another victim,” I miserably begged, standing up and taking his hands in mine. “Please. For me.” My heart stuttered as he shook his head.No, no, no.“Think about it. I’ll help you.” He opened the door, gesturing for me to get out.

My feet moved before my brain caught up, and I walked out.

I left.

Ileft him.

Was he going to die thinking that I thought he… that he “smiled and went along with it” when he was coerced into incest? Would he die thinking that?

I slid down the door, falling to the floor with my knees pulled to my chest.

I didn’t mean it.

I didn’t mean it, Lane.

I wouldnever.

10

Hayes

You couldn’t imagine my pleasure when I received a call from Greyson, demanding that Hudson and I abduct Oliver immediately for potentially aiding in Lane’s escape.

I was sorely tempted to jerk off during the call, but I’d managed to wait until after.

The only reason we had been waiting and playing it safe with some light stalking and dinner dates was because Greyson always got on us about consent and all of that shit. He was a complete hypocrite, but that actually worked to our favor in this case. He’d been against us kidnapping Oliver prior to all of this, but funnily enough, now he was giving us direct orders to do just that.

It was late—maybe an hour or two past closing time—when we stealthily climbed the steps leading to Oliver’s apartment.

We had a few options on how to proceed. Ultimately, we decided to just knock and see if he was awake; if he was, he’d most likely open the door for us, forgoing the need for us to pick the lock.

Did he completely trust us yet? No, definitely not. But we had started to build a rapport with him, so I was sure he’d let us in.

We hid our weapons; mine in my jacket, and Hudson’s on his back, tucked into the waistband of his jeans. Schooling our features so we appeared friendly and non-threatening, we stood vibrating with rare excitement as Hudson raised his fist to rap on the door.

We shared a satisfied look when we heard the light padding of Oliver’s footsteps from inside the apartment.

Unbeknownst to Oliver, the metallic click of the door unlocking sounded so similar to the locking mechanism on his new collar. The door slowly creaked open, exposing a rather tired-looking Oliver; his eyes foggy with sleep as he looked up at us through long, dark lashes.

“Hayes? Hudson? What are you doing here? We didn’t have plans, did we?” Oliver yawned, rubbing his eyes before looking at us more clearly.

“Oh, we have plans; they’re just a surprise for you,” I drawled, smiling at his confused frown.

I then pulled my handgun on him.

It took a few seconds for Oliver to process the gun pointed at his head. When he did, all color drained from his skin. His body began to tremble, and his breath came faster.

“I-I–Why…p-please, n-no,” he stammered, his eyes wide with fear. I watched intently as they pooled with crystalline tears.

“It’s alright, pet. We won’t hurt you. All you need to do is behave,” I cooed. Hudson stepped forward, grabbing Oliver’s arm as he tried to jerk away from us.

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