Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Archer's POV:

I sat in the car with Y/N. Mio was in the operating room, getting replacement organs from donors. We sat in silence, listening to the radio speak its nonsense. "Do...You think Milo will be okay?" Y/N asked nervously. I looked over. "Yeah. I'm sure that good luck sex you gave him is going to help him." Their eyes shot at me in a panic. Then they slowly looked down. "I'm sorry...I know I can't make up for that." I nodded, my hands clenching the wheel. "Milo would be dead right now if I didn't care so much about him." We sat in silence again. I pulled into the driveway seeing Jammie sitting on the porch."I forgive you..." I saw Y/N look at me with surprise. "You...Forgive me?" I nodded. "I wasn't fully honest with you...Especially with that asshole." I said looking at Jammie. I heard Y/N chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll make sure Jammie doesn't bother you anymore." "Ah! Y/N! You're so cuteee!~" I heard Jammie say. "What the hell are you doing here..." He frowned, "Not happy to see me?" He whined, then it turned into his annoying giggle. "I'm here to see the poor, Millo. Poor guy must be suffering." I heard Y/n scoff. "He's still in the hospital, besides, I don't think Milo wants you here." Jammie would giggle, "How was Millo? It looked really intense on the couch." I felt my fist clench up. Seeing Y/N tense up, "How...How did you..." He gigged, "I've got cameras in Millo's house, silly!" Y/N took a step back, "You...Why!?" I heard them ask. "Security reasons...I also wanted to see if I could catch Mio jerking but, unfortunately, I couldn't." I growled staring at Jammie. "Awww...The big bad wolf is angry...I can't help but notice how hot angry looks on you." 

Second person POV:

You watched Archer loosen up. "Aww...Trying to not look hot for me?" You shook your head standing in front of Archer. "Why don't you shut your nasty trap, you judgemental fur-coated slut being bitch." Jammie stared at you for a minute. "Filthy skank!" Jammie ran over and attacked you, choking you out. You saw Archer grab Jammie pulling him away, but Jammie would break from his grasp and just do it again. After a minute Jammie couldn't get out of Archer's grasp. Leaving him helpless. You sat up watching Jammie try to break free over, and over again. "Jammie," Archer said plainly. "Yes, my sweet angel?" Archer stared blankly, "Never call me that, and I want to have a serious conversation with you, meaning zero euphemisms, innuendos,  or swears." Jammie would sigh. "Don't make me be serious, angel." Archer would groan, "I thought you were better than this..." Jammie would look at him confused, "You did? Why?"  Archer would put Jammie down and help you up. "Look, I want all of us to get along, whether that is me and Y/N stay happily married in our house without you. Or we stay work friends, and you don't come to our house unless invited." Jammie would laugh, "You can't be serious." You'd sigh, "Whether or not he meant it, He has a point..." Jammie looked at him surprised, "Archer..." He shook Jammie off. "I'm going to fix things with Muffin, and I don't want you messing with things." He started to walk into the house, "Come along, Muffin." You nodded following Archer, looking back and seeing Jammie devastated. You looked at Archer nervously, "Are you...Sure about your decision..?" He unlocked the door looking back at you, "Of course. Now, after you." You'd walk into the house and Archer would follow after you. "Seems like I'm always saving your ass from Jammie." He teased. You looked over smiling, "Well, It's an ass worth saving." He smirked, "You're damn right about that." You'd giggle feeling yourself fall into his hands. "I've missed this..." You said sighing with relief. He smiled looking down at you. "I missed this too." He leaned in to kiss you, then you got interrupted by crying. He let go and walked away, most likely to see why Archey was crying. You looked around to see the house, nothing really changed, except the fact that there was more liquor than there was before. You sat on the couch feeling yourself sink into where Archer sits. You heard the front door unlock and a feminine voice giggle. You sat up to see Lottie with a young female. "Why don't...We go to my room? My father is rarely home anyway..." She paused, "You still live with your father?" Lottie nodded, "Saves money, dorm rooms are so expensive." She smiled rubbing Lottie's shoulder. "You're in college..? That's amazing!" Lottie smiled, "C'mon, Let's go." You watched them walk towards the hall and Archer came out of the room. Archer stared at Lottie for a minute before waking past her. He held his hand out to you, "Why don't we go out and have a nice evening together?" You looked at him surprised, "What about Archey...And Lottie just-" He held his finger to your lips, shushing you. "It's all been taken care of. Don't worry." You nodded and followed Archer outside. "I thought Lottie was married..." You said nervously. "She got divorced and is...Trying to find herself at the moment." You nodded, "Are you just trying to be supportive?" He nodded getting into the car. "If it's bothering you...You should talk to her about it." You said getting into the car. He sighed, "Of course, it's bothering me, no father wishes to hear about their daughter having 'relations' with multiple people a week...I won't get involved though...I know deep down she needs the attention, so...I'll keep my mouth shut for a while..." You looked at him surprised. "I only wish the best for Lottie, even if she leaves behind the family she started..." You nodded as he pulled out of the driveway and drove off into the city. "You remember the last time we went out on a date?" He smiled. You nodded, "You proposed to me on that date. It was the first one too." He laughed, "Second, the first date was the hospital." You gasped, "That was not a date!" He smiled looking through the windshield. "Definitely was."