3rd person pov

The night went quietly after (y/n) had gone to their room. They knew there was no point in fighting anymore. Not physically at least. The window was barred and most likely one of the three brothers would be outside their door if they tried to walk out. For some reason it didn't bother (y/n) as much as they thought it would. Yes she cried herself to sleep, but she did that most nights. No this situation gave (y/n) a strange sense of calm. Like the kind of calm someone feels as the sky turns grey before a drizzle of rain. The calm before the storm.

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Reader's pov

"Hey wake the fuck up!" I jolted up. Bed head hair in my face. "Eh?!" Someone knocks on the door, no pounds on the door. "Wake the fuck up! I'm not bringing you your fucking food!" Bo booms. Getting out of bed I stretch. "You better not be fucking dead!" I open the door showing that I was I my pajamas. A tank top and bottom underwear. "Nah bitch that'd make you happy." I reply leaning on the door. Bo looks at me for a moment and I roll my eyes. "You gonna let me put on some pants? Thank you." I slam the door in Bo's stupid, pretty, face. This is why I don't trust conventionally attractive men. They're fucking crazy. After throwing on my pink juicy track suit I open the door once again. "Now I'm ready to eat." I tell Bo and walk down to the kitchen.

I could feel Bo's eyes on me. "Still can't kill me fuck face." I smile at him as we enter the kitchen. Taking a deep breath I can feel my mouth watering. "Are you making waffles?! I will litterally kiss you if you're making waffles." I squeal and Bo scoffs. "Morning (y/n)! We wanted to make you something special!" Lester greets me with a big hug. He stinks but it's semi OK today. Maybe because of the waffles. "Aww really? You guys shouldn't have." I tell Lester as Vincent takes a waffles out tbe iron. "Holly fuck they're chocolate chip." Lester chuckles shyly and rubs the back of his neck. "Heh yup, we didn't know what kind you liked or if your lergic to anything, so we just went with the safe bet." "Suddenly staying here doesn't sound so bad." I mumble to myself as Lester takes my hand and leads me to a chair. "Good morning Vincent." I smile softly. Vincent had his long hair up in a bun and had on a black t-shirt with jeans. Looking back over at me he nods, still wearing his mask.

Bo starts mumbling something under his breath and I turn my head to look at him. "Aw is someone upset they didn't get a good morning?" I smirk over at him. Bo just rolled his eyes at me and I smiled before turning back to Vincent and Lester. "So what am I doing today? Don't think I'll be able to be a lone, hu?" I ask twirling my fork. "Well see, Vincent has a project goin and I got work soooo." Lester trails off as he motions his head to Bo. Sighing I look over at Bo. "You're gonna kill me aren't you?" "Not today." He says calmly before drinking his coffee. I nod and get up to help Vincent. Together we set everyone up for breakfast. "So what's the project if you don't mind me asking." I whisper to Vincent as he sits next to me. Staying quiet I smile. "I'll see when it's done hopefully."

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The food was actually really good. You'd be surprised how easy it is to fuck up waffles. Once Bo had gone off to get ready for the day I looked over at Lester. "Phone, please." I whisper. "Here, text your mom then I'll bring it back when I come home." Lester whispers back handing me my phone. "Thank you." I smile and send mom a simple 'have a good day' text. She'd be at work today so I wouldn't be getting a reply till she got off at around 5. Discreetly handing the phone back to Lester I thank the two again and go up to my room.

Walking passed the upstairs bathroom I hear the door open. "Wear something classy, you're going to church." Bo calls out. I turn around and my eyes widen at the sight infront of me. Bo had just gotten out of the shower by the look of it. THE MAN HAD NOTHING ON BUT A FUCKING TOWEL AROUND HIS WAIST!!! "Uh, can, can I ask why we're going to church?" I stammer as I try to keep eye contact with his face. "No, something classy. And black." "I didn't pack any black. Besides my jacket." I reply quickly as Bo leans on the door frame. He sighs and rolls his eyes. "'Corse you didn't." I glare at him before he goes back in. Getting into my room I grab a pillow and scream into it. "What the fuck brain?!" I throw I pillow across the room and sigh before opening my suit case. "Okay, classy. Not just classy. Church classy." I roll my eyes. Never been a fan of going to church. Maybe been a total of 5 times in my entire life. Always found the whole thing kind of dumb.

I jump around getting a pair of high waisted jeans on. After putting on a belt I pull out my white button down and a slim gold necklace with a diamond and diamond earings. Putting on my white heels I sit on the bed and start my makeup. Simple gold eyeshadow. Went for a Marylin Monroe look, red lip and all. After putting on my lashes I styled my hair and walked out. My heels clicking on the stairs I hear a gasp. "Look at you." Lester beams as he stands next to the front door. I smiled at Lester and looked around. "Where's Vincent?" I ask. Lester just stared at me for a moment. "Les." I wave and the small man shakes his head. "Oh! He went off to work on his project. He'll be back later tonight." I smile and hear steps coming down the stairs. "Come on, let's go." Bo tells me as he walks past me. He looked pretty good. Bo was wearing a black suit, had his hair slicked back, and had his ring on his right hand. He was fiddling with it as he stood by the door. "On my way."