𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ║𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩?

[Summary] Your quick thinking works, and the boys take you home on Laddie's behalf, but you're still trapped in their web, and you must keep fighting to survive.

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The drive to your house was insufferably silent. The tension in your car was palpable. Your heart thudded in your chest as you wrung your hands in your lap, your mind racing as you mulled over ways to survive this.

At this point, you didn't know what the boys were capable of, and like David said, "this isn't over." You were still injured and in their clutches, with Laddie being your only saving grace. But only for so long, the little guy had to sleep sometime, and you knew when he went down for his nap, you were screwed.

Your stomach flipped at the thought. You felt like you were in a nightmare. This couldn't possibly be real. A week and a half ago, you were professing your love for the man beside you, tirelessly planning to throw him an exceptional birthday party, and yet here he was, menacing you.

David had to have pushed you. You were concussed and couldn't trust your memories, but it had to be so. If he was willing to force you to imbibe in liquor for whatever insidious reason, then was it so far-fetched to believe that he is the reason for your injuries?

Not at all.

You had to find help. But how?

David already confiscated your phone, storing it away in the pocket of his trench. Your landline was the only option, but you knew making a call would be challenging with them watching your every move.

Pulling into your driveway, David parked your car as Marko and Paul pulled up behind you on their bikes. The wild blonds flanked your vehicle during your journey, serving as your escorts while David functioned as your chauffeur and Dwayne as your enforcer. You could feel his eyes on you during the drive as you gazed out the window, his brooding stare making your hair stand on end.

Your breath hitched, and your heart rate sped up as the boys exited your car, the platinum blond strolling to open your front door while the brunette helped you into your home. Dwayne opened the passenger door, scooping you up and holding you to his chest.

You began to hyperventilate and cry, uncomfortable in his embrace.

The brunette's arms used to be a sacred place, somewhere you cherished being because you felt safe. He was usually so tender with you, but your mind kept flashing back to hours ago when his large calloused hands ruthlessly pried open your jaw.

"Shhh, Mama," he whispered into your ear, "wipe those tears. You don't want to upset our son."

You nodded, wiping your face with the back of your sleeve before the little boy could lay eyes on you. Dwayne gently placed you on the sofa before flicking the light switch, causing beams of brightness to flood your home.

You grimaced for a moment, having endured the ambiance of dimly lit candles for a week. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust as you took in your surroundings. You were thankful to be home but had to put a plan in motion to get away from the boys.

Timidly, you watched as the four filed into your house, carrying your poor stressed-out cat and your bags, milling about like they owned it. When David shut and locked the door behind him, pocketing your house and car keys with a smirk, your chest began to ache with fear.

"Laddie, why don't you go upstairs with your Papa and get washed up while your Uncles and I talk to your Mama?"

"Okay, Uncle David," Laddie replied as he grabbed Dwayne's hand, skipping up the stairs with him.