Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Seventy-Nine

(I totally forgot to put what Ms. Angela looks like, so it's above!!)

(Fifteen minutes before)
Milo's POV:
I walked around the second floor, 'Left.' Ms. Angela's voice ordered me. I turned to the left, going down the hall. The earpiece was to talk to each other, especially when we were far and are giving warnings or directions. 'Stop.' Ms. Angela called. I looked at my watch, I was in the bedroom of Midas. I opened the door, shutting it behind me. It smelt like seven cans of body spray. I walked over to the walk-in closet, shutting the door behind me. Ms. Angela was in there with me, she had to scrub off any signs of fingerprints on the weapons we used. Along with Midas's body. She looked at me and smiled. "You look nice in a dress." She said to me in sign language. I felt my face flush. "Thanks... I think?" I said back. Her smile looked more playful. She looked at her laptop, "Tracker set." She said in sign language. We speak in sign language since it doesn't have any vocals, so if someone was to walk by, they couldn't hear it. I replayed what Lacey said. Feeling myself heat up. "Ms. Angela? I was wondering something?" I said. (Still, sign language.) "What is it, Milo?" She asked, watching to see if the tracker moved. "I was wondering... if you were free to." The tracker started to move towards us, Ms. Angela putting her hand In Front of me, telling me to stay quiet. I looked at the laptop in defeat, watching the tracker come near us. It got to the door, then we heard the door open, we looked through the cracks in the door's shudders. Seeing Lacey and Midas. She looked so uncomfortable. "Er...Midas?" She asked, sitting on the bed. He moved his head looking towards her. "What is it, princess?" He asked, smiling. I held a grip onto the pistol, feeling a feminine hand grab onto me. I looked over at Ms. Angela. "That makes too much noise. Don't use it." She said in sign language. She took it from my hands and set a butterfly knife into my hands. It had her name engraved into it. She liked weapons with sweet sounding names in it. She calls it, "The graceful butterfly." I opened it and looked towards the two. "Do you think we could...try it against the wall?" She asked nervously, shifting her legs. He smiled getting up, his back towards me. "Are you afraid you'll make awkward faces?" He purred. Making me cringe. He agreed to it, Lacey faking gasp at him just being behind her to distract him from me opening the closet and coming behind him. I gripped the knife and plunged it into his neck. Causing him to choke on his own blood. He fell to the ground looking at Lacey, her back still turned. He soon stopped choking, becoming silent. Lacey looked at the wall shaking. Ms. Angela opened the closet coming out, "Well done, Angel." She said smiling. She calls me Angel since it's short for "Undercover Angel." I smiled looking back at her, "Thank you, Ms. Angela." She looked down at Midas, "You still have the suicide note?" I nodded, handing it to her, it had zero traces of our fingerprints on it. We made sure of it. She grabbed a knife and placed it on his hand, trying to get his fingerprints on it. She then put the knife into his neck, getting the blood onto it. She dropped it on the floor. "We'll go to the van and wait for Raven to stop socializing, Can you get Laces to the van for me, Angel?" I looked at her and nodded. She smiled looking at me, before she grabbed the laptop and left through the window. She had disabled all the cameras so there was nothing to worry about. I grabbed Lacey's hand, looking at her face, she looked terrified. I frowned slightly, remembering how scared I was on my first mission. "Laces...I'm sorry you had to witness this." I said holding onto her hand, firmly. "Would you like to go watch that show about cats and drink hot chocolate?" I asked, smiling. I can never remember what that show is called... Dear Kitten maybe? She slowly nodded, allowing me to drag her to the window, going outside. It was cold, making Lacey rush to the van. We got into the back trying to warm up. I took off my coat and put it around Lacey. I caressed her face for a moment before stopping. I smiled, looking at Ms. Angela, who was looking at me. Making us both look away. Lacey looked at us both, warming up with the fur coat around her. "Ms. Angela?" Lacey asked, she hadn't said a word since Midas's assassination. She looked over smiling, "What is it,Laceys?" "Can I ask you a personal question..?" She asked, looking down at her heels. Ms. Angela smiled, "Shoot." Lacey looked at me with a devilish smile. Making me panic. "What do you think about Milo?" She asked.

Archer's POV:
I looked at my watch, wondering when I could leave this rich-ass people get together. The trackers were off, so I have no idea where Milo, Lacey, or Ms. Angela was. And with Milo's recent record, I have no idea why I let him be with two women, let alone one. I had myself stuck talking to Midas's father, who, didn't stop. He noticed me looking at my watch constantly, "Something the matter?" I chuckled looking at him, "My wife has been gone for quite a while, do you mind if I check on her, I'm quiet worried for her well-being." He nodded looking at me, "I'm sure she's alright. She might have had a bit too much champagne." He teased me before I left. I went off into a bathroom trying to call the Van. I called leaving it to ring once before I hung up. Milo was two rings, I'm one. I called again, waiting to see if someone would answer, but I got nothing. The actual hell.