Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Fifty-Seven

(NOTE: I don't quite remember Archer's full name. If I find what it used to be I'll change it back or change it to what it currently says.)

Second Person POV:

You looked at Jammie nervously. Unaware of what he wanted. "Y/n...I apologize for this inconvenience..." He smiled setting his wine glass down. "I would like to chat with you, regarding your husband." You got up and sat down across from Milo. "I thought we already cleared things up?" He smiled tilting his head up, "Oh, Y/n...How does Archer put up with your stupidity?"He asked getting his wine glass back in his hands, slowly sipping. "You act like you're so rich, yet, I'm sure this is the company's limo! You don't own anything here. Don't act all fancy because Archer supplies you with all this!" He chuckled sipping his wine. "Oh, Y/n. You're so funny... Ha-ha." He smiled setting his wine down. "I own a million-dollar company...Archer's thing is just a way for me to get my anger out." He smirked. You cleared your throat sitting up, "Ah...I'm sorry then." You looked at Milo seeking help, but he didn't seem to look your way. Jammie would nod, "It's not a problem! You should probably get your facts straight though before you go judging people." He took another sip of his wine, "Anywho...Can you inform me why Archer is so upset lately?" You looked at him confused, this is the first you're hearing about it... "Upset?" You asked. He nodded, "He just seems so...Unsatisfied..." You stared, "What do you mean by, unsatisfied..?" He chuckled sipping his wine. "Archer just seems so unhappy all the time...Haven't you noticed? Him being all grumpy and rude to people..." You paused, "That's normal...He doesn't like talking or interactions." He smiled sitting the wine down. "Is it?" Milo finally spoke up, "Sir...We wouldn't want to be late..." Jammie would smile looking at Milo. "Ah! You're right." He'd pick up a phone connected to the limo. "Driver, do start driving now. I don't pay you to sit around all day." You'd watch Jammie nod and put the phone back. Feeling the limo move again, you sat back. "Would you like to join us?" Jammie asked smiling. You watched Milo's hands grip his pant leg. "Sir...I-I thought it would be the two of us..." Jammie looked at Milo, making him tense up, "O-Of course, I do not mind having another person along!" Jammie smiled, "Then you should have no trouble at all." Milo frowned looking out the window. You sat up slightly, "I would not want to intrude on... whatever this is. So I wish to not join." Jammie would smile slightly, "Oh...Y/n. You don't quite have a choice." 

A while later you would arrive at a building. The building looked slightly run-down and abandoned. Jammie walked behind you as he forced you to walk down the stairs and inside. It seemed like a simple bar, with music and little lighting. You walked in and sat where Jammie told you to. Milo sitting next to you. Jammie soon walked off to go cause trouble. "Milo...Why am I here?" He shrugged. "...I was unaware that we were even coming here." You looked around seeing people at tables playing cards or drinking games. You couldn't help but notice one of the men who kind of looked like Archer. You sat there trying to listen in on their conversation. "Alright... How about...With a corpse." a man would say. The man who looked like Archer would take a drink and get up, walking off. "Eh? You take a drink when you've done it, Archer!" Archer would groan back, "I'm aware." The man would stare for a minute before realizing, "Wait a damn minute-" You got up and followed Archer, not wanting to hear another word. Seeing him walk into the bathroom, you hesitated to follow him, you felt a hand get put on your shoulder, "Sweetie, I don't think that's the best thing to do..." Milo said behind you. You shook your head, "I need to talk to him though..." Milo would sigh backing up. "If you think it's best to confront him now, then do so. I won't stop you." You nodded, opening the door and walking into the bathroom. You looked over to see a broken mirror, with Archer staring at himself in it. You walked over and saw him flinch at seeing you in the mirror. He turned to look at you, hesitant to say anything. "Did Jammie force you to do those things..?" You asked. He sighed turning back to the mirror. "I don't wish to talk about these things at the moment." You slowly nodded. "What are you doing here..?" He looked over, "I come here when I'm upset...Jammie knows that, so I came to the bathroom to hide out from him...Suppose I forgot to lock the door...Why are you here?" You sighed, "Jammie forced me." He nodded, running his hand through his slightly greying hair. "...Are you feeling alright?" He chuckled looking over, "Feeling great. Couldn't be better." You stared, "You chuckle when you lie..." He sighed. "I just...Want a restart...My life is fucking hell...I always screw up, there's always someone I upset." You stared, "Archer...That's not true..." He turned around and looked at you, "Is Lottie happy?" You paused, slowly shaking your head. "Was Charlotte happy?" You shook your head, "And are you happy?" You looked at him, hesitant to say or do anything. He slowly nodded. "I only cause trouble." He took off his ring and set it in your palm. "You deserve a better husband." You stared at the ring hearing his footsteps start to decrease in sound. You didn't want things to end up like this...You had to do something. You felt rage grow through yourself, unaware of where it was coming from. You started going towards him. He heard your increasing footsteps and turned around, only to earn a slap to his breaded face. He looked down at you, trying to read your emotions, but they were unreadable. "Archer Malcolm Reed. Don't you dare, talk about yourself like that." He sighed, "Muffin...Sweetie...Please. This isn't something I thought of overnight...It's been bugging me for years..." You stared, "So you've been thinking about leaving me for years?" "You know that's not what I meant in the slightest." He groaned. You both stared at each other, both angry. Who knew how this was going to play out.