A Muffin a Day

Chapter Seventeen,Everybody talks

Archer

I'd sigh, seeing the crowd wasn't dying down. I couldn't use Morriscode to call Milo due to how loud it was. I couldn't even see where Detective Hale was to protect myself. I'd see Milo move back a bit behind his counter. He'd wave his hand behind his back and point to the door. He was telling me to go to that room. I'd nod, going towards the back storage room, shortly after Milo followed behind me. "Detective Hale seems serious now...He never works with the Ferramos..." He'd say after the door shut. I'd sigh, nodding. "Yeah...I think he might be Detective-Fuck-me-in-the-ass now...If you never said my name when you were begging me to stop I wouldn't have been noticed." Milo would sigh, "You didn't need to beat the man up because he dumped something on me...The guards would have tossed him out..." I'd sigh, "Just...reminded me of what he did to me...." He'd nod, "Still attached to the whole dumping milk on you? Wasn't that like...when you were thirteen?" I'd groan, "You're missing the point...That shit was expired anyhow..." He'd sigh, shaking his head, "No wonder you're lactose intolerant...Intolerant of Jammie." I'd shake my head, "It also messes up my insides...but that's also a good point." He'd squeeze some booze out of his wet hair, "Does Jay know?" I'd nod, "Yeah she knows that Detective Hale is bad news." He'd shake his head, "No no...Does she know you're a-" I'd put my hand out, "Yes...She knows...and she's fine with it...I just have to do two favors... I just can't kill her....or her friends and family..." He'd look at me like I was stupid, "That's three things." I'd sigh, "Two-Three, whatever. At least I have someone looking out for me." He'd sigh, "Forgive my language but, Jay lives in near poverty due to their family's choices, aren't you afraid of her turning you in since you have a high bounty?" I'd stare at him, "Look, she won't do that...I know it. She doesn't have the guts to do something like that." He'd sigh, "I wouldn't underestimate her..." I'd shake my head, "Just because a woman almost killed you, doesn't mean that I'll get caught like you." He'd sigh, "Right...Right..." He'd move over and unlock the door that led to where we dumped trash. "If we're talking about relationships," I'd clear my throat, moving over. "I want you to stay out of my receptionist." He'd look at me, his face red."W...What do you mean by that-" I'd stare, "You know exactly what I mean." He'd shake his head, "We aren't like that, I swear!" I'd narrow my eyes, "You go out to drink together sometimes, do you not? What happens after that?" He'd look away, "Those are...That..." He'd sigh. "No...No...we don't do that..." I'd lean on the wall. "You know god damns liers, Milo...Be a good jew and tell me the truth." He'd look at me nervously, "Shouldn't you be getting out of here?" He'd shake his head, "I'll get out after. Now, I won't ask again." He'd sigh, crossing his arms. "Archer...Please...We don't...I don't even know what happens after we go drinking...we just...wake up and she tells me we....can't repeat what we did..." He'd sigh. I'd chuckle, "Oh? is that right?" He'd nod, looking away. "She tells me a different story." He'd look at me, his wet hair swishing booze on me. "What does she say?" He looked like an excited puppy dog. I'd shrug, "She tells me how much she wishes she could be with you...You know, all that vomit-worthy stuff." He'd grab onto my arm tightly. "Please tell me more.." I'd chuckle, "Why would I do that? I'm supposed to get out of here." There was a loud crash from the bar. Causing Milo to jump.  I'd sigh, opening the back door, "I'll tell you later, alright?" He'd nod, excitedly. "I'll kill you if you're lying, Archer..." He'd say with a smile. I'd chuckle looking at him. "Yeah yeah, I should kill you now for lying first." I'd shut the door behind me, feeling the cold. I hope Jay got in that damn car and isn't freezing to death out here...Kind of can't have their family think she's missing... I'd make my way to the car, finding Detective Hale's car first. I'd chuckle, searching through my pockets. I'd pull out my knife, slashing his tires to give me a headstart. I'd go over to the car, and get into the passenger seat. "Alright, Jay, where do you want to eat?" She'd look at me, tilting her head, "What? I get to pick?" I'd chuckle, "Well, date night was ruined so, go for it." She'd smile, "Mamloin Stockade?" I'd shrug, "Fuck, if you can drive it I'll fucking take you there." She'd nod, shifting out of the gear and going back towards the highway. I'd push the chair back so I wasn't touching knees with the dashboard. "How many people have you killed?" I'd hear Jay ask. I'd look over, "Why?" She'd shrug, "You know those scary movies that come around Halloween?" I'd nod. "Yeah, of course." She'd smile, "I've always wanted to know what's going through their mind...now I kinda have that." I'd chuckle, "That's a nice way to look at my semi-kidnapping." "If you're going to live with me, you've got to tell me details." I'd chuckle, nodding. "Alright...well I've lost count by now...but I used to always keep track in a journal I used to have. I put it in the seat of my actual car. This one is from the company I work at." She'd nod slowly. "Did you kill everyone that you've ever kidnapped?" I'd shake my head, "Nah... I let a few go...but not a lot.. " I'd sigh, knowing I'd regret this, "If anyone asks, I never told you this, but Ms. Angela is one of my kidnapped victims." She'd gasp, "But she has been kidnapped by you...Why does she still stay around you?" I'd shrug, "She believes she owes it to me for bringing her family out of their debts...It was the only way I could ever repay them for what I had done to their daughter." She'd nod. "Did you always kill for sport?" I'd chuckle, "I used to...a long time ago...but now I kill for other people." She'd tilt her head, "You kill for other people?" I'd nod. "Valentino...That's my familia..." She'd look at me shocked. "You're in the mafia?" I'd shrug, "You could say that." She'd smile. "That's amazing..." I'd laugh, looking at her. "You do know that any other familia could kill you for just knowing me?" She'd shake her head, "No they won't. You can't let me die. It's in our contract." I'd raise my brow, "What contract?" She'd chuckle, "The one you did in your sleep." I'd chuckle, watching us pull up to a restaurant with a huge ass cow Infront of it. "What the hell is this..." I'd mutter.