Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Lacey's POV:

I stared at Archer, exhausted from the questions and begging. Archer kicked out everyone else in the room hours ago. Leaving him to get on personal levels. "Lacey. This is quite literally life or death. If you choose life, you can live your normal life, just doing tiny favors. And if you choose not to join, you'll leave everything and everyone you've been around for the last four years." I smiled looking down. "Do you remember in my cafe...We used to sing songs on the radio. Trying to see who could remember the most lyrics?" he stood up rubbing his face, "Course I remember. That was embarrassing as hell..." I smiled, "I'll join," "Thank god..." he looked at his watch, "If. You sing with me again." He started at me, groaning. I shrugged getting up, "Guess I won't join then." He sighed putting the coffee mug down, "Fine..." I smiled, "You have to make it up as we go." He groaned clearing his throat. "Thanks, Laces. I was hoping my singing voice would die off." (Play the song at this point.) I smiled, looking at him, "Alright...I'll join. But I don't want anything close to me having to see death." He chuckled looking back at me, "You start tomorrow, Laces. Get some rest." I sighed slightly walking off. "You've got a nice singing voice, use it more often." He chuckled, "Nope."

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I was assigned files and given my name, requested by Archer, "Laces." I wanted something a little more...Nicer? "Welcome to our organization!" A man with brown hair said. He held my hands, "It'll be a pleasure working with you." I smiled, "Thanks..." "Leave her be, Milo." Archer demanded. He let go of my hands and smiled at me, "You'll do great!" He smiled. A woman walked over to the computer and sat down, she looked exhausted. She was around... basically everyone's age who wasn't Archer. The Milo guy looked over at her, his face growing a smile. "Ms. Angela! It's a pleasure seeing you again!" She looked over and smiled, "Ah, Milo. It's nice to see you walking again. I missed you." Milo's face flushed, "Ah! You missed me?" He smiled. She chuckled, smiling, nodding at him. "Well, I've got to get back to doing files." She said turning to the computer. "Ah- wait- Ms. Angela?" Milo asked. She looked over at him. "Hm?" He looked at her nervously, "Er...I..." "What is it, Milo?" He looked at her nervously, "You're probably uh... busy this weekend, right?" She looked back at the computer, " Let's see... On the weekend I'll be...burying bodies so you don't go to jail." She smiled. He nervously smiled, "A-Ah good... So we're both busy!" It was silent between them both. The computer started to ding, "Ah- I've got to get to this work, goodbye Milo." She went back to her work, "Ah... good..bye." He turned and retreated towards us. "How long does it take to get information about the mission." Archer scoffed. I stared at him, "..Are you blind, and def?" He looked over, "What are you going on about?" I groaned, "He obviously is trying to ask her out." Archer starred, "I doubt it." I sighed shaking my head. Milo looked at Archer clearing his throat, "Same as the last time we checked, same target, same skills needed. Archer is the father, I have to cross-dress, and you," he looked at me with a smile, "You can be our adorable daughter." I chuckled, "Yippie." Archer smiled, "Great huh? Say, I'm going to do more research, meaning I'm going to have someone else do it and go shoot something." He turned to look at me, "Why don't you take our daughter to the mall for the outfits we'll need for this?" Milo nodded, taking me to the elevator. "Have a wonderful rest of the morning, Milo!" Ms. Angela called out. Milo smiled looking dumbfounded in the elevator, "You as well!" He said quickly before the elevator shut. He whined gripping his hair, "Gah! You as well?! Why couldn't I find a better sentence to use??" I looked over smiling a bit, "You like her?" Milo looked over, "Of course! I love her! Her beautiful eyes, her beautiful voice, her. I mean. What?!" He blushed looking away. I smiled watching him freak out like a high school girl. "Milo, it's okay to have a crush on someone. And you seem to talk to me just fine." He sighed, "I know! She's just. Different. I get so nervous around her, and my heart races..." I smiled, "You really really like her. You should ask her out before someone else gets to her." Milo sighed nodding, "I know...Thanks, angel." He smiled looking at me. I stared at him, "You call people Angel...Specifically woman...And Ms. Angelia is close to an angel...Are you calling people Angel to try and get you to believe you can talk to Ms. Angela?" He looked at me flushed, "Quit reading me like I'm see-through..." he begged. I smiled nodding.

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The target was simple. Milo and Archer played off as mother and father. The target's father wished for them to get married off, that's where I come in. But the dance hall with all of the women was crowded, to the point, I couldn't even walk in. I stayed near the stairs for a little, staying quiet and keeping out of people's way. I started to walk down the stairs, holding your dress with my hands. I made it down before I felt a hand gently touch my arm. "Sorry, but I don't recall the party ending early?" I turned, seeing Midas, the target, standing with two glasses in his hands. He smiled a small smile, handing you one. I took it, sitting down at the top of the stairs. He sat next to me, looking at me carefully. "How come you're leaving early?" I gently circled the glass in my hand, sighing."It's boring. I don't even know why I still come to these things.." I hummed, sipping from your drink. "Am I boring?" He asked, smirking softly."No, you're just a bit odd." You smiled, nudging him. He shook his head in disbelief, sipping from his glass too."God, I am offended, Miss.." "Miss Heather," I said looking over. Yeah...That name is clearly fake. He chuckled, looking down at the crowd."You should be. All of you are old." I replied to his last statement, cupping my hands around the glass. "Now hey. You can't be much younger than me" "I'm 21." I said looking towards the wall. He pulled a face, tapping his foot. "Oh shush you. I'm not old" He huffed, tightening his shoulders. I looked down, spotting my "dad" staring at you two."..Maybe we should go somewhere more private?.."He whispered, tugging on his tie. "Er...Sure, Midas..." He smirked slowly, getting up and fixing himself. He offered me his hand and I took it. I shivered, as he was pulling my hand along. He led me to a room and shut the door behind me, it looked like a bedroom. He threw his blazer over his chair, sitting down on it comfortably. His legs spread, his head lying back slightly. Everything was pressing forward, bulges and muscles piercing through clothes. I felt extremely uncomfortable. Wondering where Milo was with the bullets.