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Monsters love their wives (Bo Sinclair x f!reader)

Hi everyone! It's been a while I haven't posted anything, so here you are!

It's basically a 2 part story with Bo fucking up very badly with his wife. Hurt/angst/comfort (maybe) type of story! Hope you'll enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing this <3

As usual, there is no description for reader, apart from being female.

Warnings: ANGST, Bo and reader arguing, Bo hurting reader out of anger (the scene is very briefly described), mentions of fear, anger, distress, murders, strong words, mentions of sexual activities, of cheating, Bo kissed another girl, reader is getting paranoid

Bo couldn’t sleep; your argument of this very morning was still resonating in his ears. He fucked this up so badly. He had never fucked it up that badly with you. You had always been special; it probably was the reason he insisted on marrying you.

And that night, you weren’t even cuddled up in his arms, your back facing him and he didn’t dare touch you. He didn’t dare wrap his arms around you and bring you against him. He was a killer, he did awful things to women, but you were his wife and it meant you were off limits. He wanted to touch you, but he didn’t want to upset you even more. He didn’t want you to be even more scared of him than you currently were. He recognised how you flinched away from him when your fingers almost touched his at dinner earlier in the night. And he hated it.

He wasn’t a good man, but he definitely tried to be a good husband to you. He knew he was sometimes - more often than he would like to admit it - failing though. It was true he hadn’t been home that often lately, that he was fucking you a little bit rougher than usual because he was working too much and it was ruining his mood, that he wasn’t praising and whispering sweet nothings things in his southern accent to you anymore, that he wasn’t cuddling with you when he was back home, that he even stopped talking about having babies with you.

You had told him you were feeling neglected. You had told him you weren’t happy with him. You had told him you were thinking of leaving.

He had been angry. So angry.

But it wasn’t the same kind of anger that made him kill people. It was a more awful anger, something that instantly consumed him and ate him alive. After such words, he panicked, he was terrified, he was desperate. He didn’t want to lose you. You were the only thing that made him happy in his life. You were the only good thing that still made him believe in God. He needed you by his side.

But he was a dangerous man, and instead of trying to fix things, he was only breaking them more. He had grabbed you by the throat and he had threatened you. He had told you he was going to hunt you down, torture and kill you in the most horrible of way if you ever tried to leave him.

You hadn’t let him see you cry. But it had shaken you the whole day, and you didn’t even cheer up when Lester came by. Your baby brother noticed how serious it was when you refused a hug from him. You never refused to hug. But after what happened this morning, you didn’t want anyone to touch you. You barely talked with Vincent either. You were upset. And scared.

You had always known that Bo was a killer and you still married him in front of the dead body of his mother. You had accepted all the craziness going on in this town, you hadn’t cared. You were in love with the man. And you had never thought you were in danger.

Bo had been a flirt with you at the instant he saw you, and you had loved the attention. He had killed your boyfriend and he had offered you a place in his home. You had accepted. You would like to say it was because you thought it would be your only way to stay alive. But the truth was, you fell in love with Bo at first sight. You believed he was your soulmate. And you had wanted to believe he was feeling the same. And the proof was that he never hurt you, he never abused you, he never forced sex on you. Of course, sometimes he was yelling at you, but you were always answering back.

For the first time you were scared for your own life. For the first time, you thought that maybe Bo was neglecting you because he wasn’t in love with you, and that he was actually planning on killing you. You felt so stupid the whole day; how could you imagine that a bunch of killers weren’t going to hurt you at the end of the line? You were nothing to them. You thought you could pretend to be pregnant, and maybe it would save you from Bo the time you needed to find a way out of Ambrose. You were so stupid.

And you were silently crying, your back to Bo, as the man was thinking what to do too.

He had felt quite guilty tonight when he had come back home and seen the bruises he left around your neck. It wasn’t what he had wanted. He didn’t want to hurt you. He needed to think of something to make things better. Maybe he could bring you somewhere, a nice dinner in a romantic setting? But he wasn’t sure it would be enough to make you forget how he manhandled you so brutally. His love language had always been gentle touch and quiet praises to you, but he didn’t know how to do that when you were afraid of him. He hoped you would feel better in a few days, and for things to be back to normal. In the meantime, he could plan something for you, to show you he was in love with you, that you had nothing to worry about and that he was sorry he neglected you. He didn’t know how to apologise, so he hoped that a little romantic surprise would convey the idea and you would forgive him for all this mess.

He had no idea how much he fucked up. He hoped that a part of you still understood that he cherished you even if he failed at showing it lately.

The next morning, you woke up with a delicious scent of pancakes travelling in the whole house. You rubbed your eyes and noticed that Bo had already left the bed, like everyday for quite a while now. There was a time when he was waiting for you to wake up, so you could make love, and then have a shower and go to work. It seemed like it was in another life. You went downstairs and you heard Bo and Lester bickering.

“Look boy, ‘m glad ya like my pancakes, but they ain’t for ya” you heard Bo said to Lester with annoyance.

As you entered the room, you saw Lester pouting at his big brother before smiling at you when he noticed you. His eyes flickered from your face to the bruises on your neck and it made you feel self conscious.

“Hey” you quietly said to the two men “You’re early Les” you said and the brothers internally cursed themselves.

You were always so observant and good at noticing when something was amiss. You didn’t really realise how much it helped them with the tourists; but more than once you told Vincent or Bo that you thought you saw another tourist in the car or that you saw something missing in one of the abandoned houses, etc. And it was always right. More than once, your little commentaries prevented them from letting a tourist escape them. They never told you, but they trusted your words. And if Lester was here that early it was because Bo asked him to come over and to keep an eye on you. He knew you were close to his kid brother and he hoped Lester could cheer you up and make you forget about the incident and even more, make you forget about leaving.

“Well yeah, there’s been quite a lot of tourists lately, so better to be prepared early” he explained and you didn’t comment, half believing him

“Wanna pancakes, love?” Bo asked you and you simply nodded before thanking him as he served you.

You weren’t too sure what was going on, and even if you weren’t too hungry you didn’t want to upset Bo. You still couldn’t believe the man hurt you. It never happened before or you wouldn’t have agreed to marry him. What has your life become? Lester grabbed the leftover pancakes and you both ate as Bo was drinking his black coffee. You were all so silent. Vincent soon joined you all and his eye observed you for a little while, making you feel uneasy once again.

You wondered if his brothers already knew that Bo was planning on killing you. You weren’t too sure they would protect you. You used to believe that you were loved, that you were part of the family, but you weren’t so certain of it anymore. You forced yourself to eat as you silently listened to the boys planning on what to do today. You were relieved when Bo left, soon followed by Vincent. Lester stayed to help you with the dishes.

“Hey” he whispered to you, making you look up at him

“Yeah?” you asked

“Bo’s an asshole but he loves ya, ya know that, right?” he told you and you looked back at the dishes you were cleaning up to not face Lester as you were going to lie to him

“Of course I know” you said

“He didn’t mean what happened” Lester continued as he wasn’t fully convinced by your words “And he cooked pancakes for ya this mornin’” he tried to smile

“Don’t think a few pancakes can fix what happened” you whispered to yourself

“What did ya say?” He asked as he hadn’t been able to catch your words. You simply shook your head and gave him a very sad smile

“I’m just tired, I haven't been able to sleep a lot last night.” you replied

“Got it. Maybe ya could go have a nap. Bo won’t mind. No one will mind” Lester told you but all you could hear was that they were planning to kill you in your sleep.

You were certain of it. There must be a reason why Bo started neglecting you and treating you that way. He was tired of you, he didn’t want you anymore and he was looking for a way to get rid of you. Of course, when you told him you were going to leave, he got mad because you made the mistake of thinking you had that kind of power. You were nothing here.

“I need to clean up around” you finally said and Lester nodded.

He wasn’t stupid; he could tell he didn’t reassure you at all. He really wasn’t impressed with Bo. He just hoped you weren’t going to do anything stupid either.

You both finished cleaning and tidying up the kitchen. Lester left for a quick errand but he promised you to be back soon so you could spend some time together. You faked a smile as you were certain Lester was just here to prevent you from running away too easily.

As you were alone in the living room, you saw a car you didn’t know arriving in Ambrose. You guessed it was some tourists, and you thought it was going to be the perfect timing to leave. You hadn’t really planned your escape, but you were absolutely way too scared to think. You just needed to leave. But you also needed a car, because you weren’t going to go far away without one. You looked for the keys but found none in the entrance and you guessed Bo took them all to his garage. It wasn’t unusual but you seemed to be really out of luck lately. You decided to go to the garage then, and you hoped Bo would be too busy with the tourists to notice you taking anything from him. And then too busy killing them, to realise you were escaping Ambrose.

You told yourself you became quite good at playing with the tourists. You often made out with Bo in front of them; you both enjoyed that and you always had sex in front of their soon to be dead bodies in the House of Wax. You shook your head, trying not to realise how insane you were. You needed to focus on grabbing the keys and to have the confidence that if you were able to toy with the tourists, you could also do that with Bo.

You put your shoes on and left the house. You were determined. You walked to the garage and were ready to greet whoever was there, when the words died in your throat.

The girl who just arrived was kissing Bo.

You felt your heart absolutely shatter in your ribcage. A very small part of you had thought that Bo was still a little bit in love with you, but because he was an insane killer, he couldn’t help and hurt you. But this... Seeing him cheating on you. It made so much more sense now. He must have fucked with so many girls lately; so of course he didn’t care about you anymore. Your throat was so tight, almost suffocating you.

Bo pushed the girl away from him, but you couldn’t see his face as he had his back to you. You couldn’t see his eyes glistening in anger even though he tried to keep smiling at the tourist to not scare her off.

“Ya took me off guard, darl”” he said to the woman who giggled, not noticing you as she only had eyes for your husband. You wanted to slap him for calling her “darl” and you hated her giggling so much.

“Maybe I can take you off guard somewhere else” she offered and it made you want to vomit. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her face so close to his.

You just watched the scene, forgetting about your plan, forgetting about where you were. You didn’t even hear Lester coming back, and you jumped when you felt his hand on your shoulder. Soon enough your eyes were back on Bo and on the girl. And you cringed so hard when his hands moved on her hips.

“Sure thing, ’m gonna show ya somewhere special” he charmingy told her and she laughed even more as he guided her in his garage basement. Lester tried to tug you away from here, perfectly aware of what you were thinking.

“He’s just gonna kill her, Y/N” he told you as he guided you back to the house. You didn’t have the strength to answer. If he was cheating on you, you could only be even more certain that he was going to kill you very soon. Your lack of answer worried Lester a lot. “Y/N, Bo ain’t cheatin’ on ya” He insisted and you let out a sob.

“He kissed her. I saw it.” You replied, your eyes full of tears. You had been so stupid to believe he loved you.

“It… It probably wasn’t what ya thought it was'' Lester tried. He was silently cursing Bo but for the moment he needed to reassure you as he opened the front door for you. You laughed such a dry and broken laugher that Vincent climbed the stairs from his basement to check on you. “Maybe ya should go have a nap now, sweetheart” Lester offered as Vincent came closer, wondering what was going on for things to seem even worse than this morning.

“So ya can kill me in my sleep?” you asked. You were being stupid, but you were too heartbroken to care at the moment. The boys exchanged a look.

No one is gonna kill you, sister. What are you talking about? Vincent signed to you and you started to cry at the use of the word “sister”. You pushed both the men when they tried to touch you to comfort you.

“No, you’re right, Bo probably wants to do it himself.” You continued “He could have at least killed me before starting to fuck other girls.” You continued and Vincent sent a look to Lester.

“Y/N saw Bo kissin’ the girl who just came in” Lester explained to his brother before Vincent turned back to you.

I’m going to bring her here, and Bo will slice her throat open for you, if she isn’t already dead. I promise you my twin hasn’t been cheating on you. And he is even less planning on killing you. You are his wife. You are off limits; he told us this countless times. You are family. Believe me, please. Vincent told you but you shook your head

“Bullshit.” You whispered, which made the masked twin sadly sigh.

He really didn’t want to deal with Bo’s mess today.

Vincent left the house as Lester sat you down at the kitchen table and gave you a tissue to dry your tears. He knelt in front of you and Jonesy arrived from the basement as well and sat next to you on the floor.

“Y/N, things’ll go back to normal very soon, ‘m sure of it” he whispered to you as you quietly petted Jonesy. You didn’t answer.

There were only two options left for you.

Or you found a way out of this mess.

Or you killed yourself to not give Bo the satisfaction to do it himself.

PART II

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