Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Seventy-Seven

Archer's POV:

I poured myself a cup of coffee, turning to see Milo in his wheelchair, looking at me. "None for me, Reed?" I looked over, taking a sip, "When you clean up your dog's shit in my yard, then we can talk about coffee." He chuckled sitting up. "Well, I can't really walk, remember, Reed?" I set my mug down picking up a magazine. "You know, the doctor said that you can try to walk now that it's been a few months," I lifted the magazine to hit his head with a magazine, "that," hit "means" hit "get" hit "your" hit "lazy" hit "ass" hit "up." He held his head looking down at the floor, whining. I looked at the magazine, seeing it was a SweetGirls magazine. I stared at the SweetGirls magazine. That was a magazine filled with female nudity and sexually oriented material. I looked back at Milo, "Why the hell did you bring this smut into my house?" Milo stared up at me, "I would never look at such filthy things! Those poor women putting their bodies out for display..." I looked at the magazine again, looking at the address. It was under Lottie's name. I groaned putting it face down. I haven't really talked to her since Thanksgiving...Even if it was past Christmas. I looked back at Milo. "Y/N, Angel. Can you please help me? I wish to try to walk." He smiled looking at Muffin. Muffin smiled looking at Milo, "Sure thing, Milo." Muffin helped up Milo, him wobbling, I shoved him making him go forward, him trying to catch his balance. Muffin looked back at me with an upset face. "Archer! Why would you do that!?" Milo looked at the ground nervously, "I...It's quite alright, Angel...I need to get back to walking anyway." Muffin looked at me shaking their head. "No! Milo, you don't need to be a gentleman to him! What he did wasn't right!" Milo slowly turned to face Muffin and me. "No Angel, It's alright. Really." He smiled. "I need to walk to get used to going back to work, anyways." Muffin sighed leaving the room. Milo looked at me with furry in his eyes. "Put me back in the wheelchair." He demanded. I shook my head. "Not until you agree to the deal." Milo sighed looking at me. "Sure..." The plan was simple. Milo would stay here, with Y/N, regardless of how much I dislike the thought of them being alone, and I would go and talk to her. Milo could walk okay. His medicine had recently made it so he wasn't in as much pain as before. So he could walk, and get normal tasks down. Tomorrow Milo will go back to work. And we'll tell Y/N that it's for therapy on the waist down. Even if it isn't. I helped Milo into his wheelchair. Regardless of whether he needs it or not. I looked at Milo, he chuckled and nodded. We had training for the scene and acted out conflicts. Y/N walked out of the room. "Archer...I thought about it but-" I grabbed the cup of coffee I was drinking before, pouring it onto Milo's lap. Milo winched slightly. "Keep your fancy talk for those pathetic women who fall for your acts," I yelled out. I grabbed my keys and looked back at Milo. He smiled looking at me in pain. "It'll be you next." He hissed. I stormed towards the door. Y/N coming over to Milo. "Archer! Why the hell did you do that!?" "D..Don't worry, Angel...He's just being his usual self," He smiled, "He shuts himself off from the world and avoids other people. That's what he does all the time. Leave him be. It's like he doesn't want to live, but he can't bring himself to die either. That's how it has been, and always will be." I opened the door and looked back at them. I groaned, "I'm sick and tired of him leeching off us. I want him back in his apartment by Saturday." I winked at him for taking the fall and walked outside slamming the door behind me. Everything was lining up perfectly.

Second Person POV:

"I'm sorry Archer did that to you." You said wiping the coffee off his pants. He chucked slightly messing with his gloves. "It's quite alright Angel..." They shook their head. "Nope! I'm sick and tired of Archer bullying you like you guys are children. I'm going to call him right now ." You reached for your phone. "That's not necessary, Angel!" He said nervously smiling. "I'm extremely fine! Just smells like wrong man in here..." You paused looking at him, What's wrong man? then you realized, "Oh...Milo..." You looked at him nervously. He looked up at you, "Aren't you going to ask, Angel?" He smiled desperately.

Milo's POV:

If I play my cards correctly, Y/N won't call Archer, and Archer will have all the time he'll need. Y/N pulled out a chair and sat next to me. "What's wrong, Milo..?" I sighed looking away, "I just kinda...I feel useless in this wheelchair. And it makes me upset.." "And Archer's tantrums aren't helping you, are they?" Y/N asked looking over. I smiled, "Archer is fine, don't worry about him." I smiled. Y/N sighed looking at me. "Are you sure..?" They got up getting a mug.  "You seem to get upset when he yells at you and threatens to kick you out..." I chuckled, He should really change the story every once in a while. "It's alright, Angel. I'll protect you from the evil Archer and his horrid tantrums!" I smiled putting my hand on my chest. Y/N smiled looking away. "Here you go Milo, a nice cup of hot tea..." They said handing me the mug. "Er...Thank you angel, but...this is cold." "Uh, nice cup 'of tea?" They smiled. I took a sip and paused. "Does this have salt in it..?" They nervously smiled. "Cup of tea." I took another sip. "Is this... even tea?" "Cup." They finally said.

Archer's POV:

I looked at the door of the coffee shop, and there she sat. It was time to try once more. I walked over to her sitting down. She scoffed immediately, "I thought I told you not to call me any longer, I told you I wasn't going to tell anyone..." I sighed, "It's more complicated than that...You contain too much information about the company. The nursing, the assassinations, how much power we hold in the world..." She looked around, "This is a fake coffee shop, isn't it...You set it up, and everyone around us is a part of the company." I chuckled, "See how smart you are, we need you." Lacey sighed, "I'm not the kind of person who gets easily walked over. Not any longer." I nodded, "And that's good. You can see through to the truth. That's why we need you." She sighed holding her head.