Gun Bound Engagement

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PoV: Sonic

  His meeting is taking a while... I guess trading drugs is just as difficult as finding who sells them.

  I opened my phone, I had no new messages from the boss or instructions from any of my coworkers.  What the hell... Some ideas might help you know.

"Tsk. Jerks," I turned my phone off and walked around. I found the balcony that gave out a view of the pool and garden. That was where we were married... Right now it was lit by the midnight moon. I sat down and my hand touched something. It was a box of cigarettes, the same color as the ones Scourge smoked.

"What's so good about these anyway?" I opened the box, there was only one missing. It was the same one from yesterday.

"Oh no, I'm allowed to smoke. You," the pack was taken from me, "aren't."

"Scourge?" I looked back, he was in a suit... "Why are you dressed like that?"

"It was a business deal. I might have the most guns but you still have to respect the elders," he sat down beside me and lit a cigarette.

"You won't let me smoke but you let me breathe the secondhand smoke?" I covered my nose, I didn't want to smell it.

"If I let you smoke you could die before I do. I need to see your face before I die an old man. You aren't allowed to die before me. Now if you want an edible-"

"No way."

"Hahahahahaha! I knew you'd know better. Starting next week we'll be rolling in way more cash. And there's now a treaty between two more gangs. You should be happy about that. There's less death on the streets," he rubbed my shoulder.

"But it's letting you do something illegal, isn't it? More drugs?" I looked away. His touch seemed so much warmer.

  It pissed me off, I couldn't figure out why he said it. Why he said he loved me with no reason to?

"I can't tell you that," he exhaled another cloud of smoke.

"Why not?"

"Because you'll get mad," he inhaled from the mouth of the cigarette. I glared at him, "See, I haven't even said anything and you're mad."

"How am I supposed to be happy about this?!" I pulled the handcuffs from my pocket, "I became a cop to stop people like you!"

"I thought I confiscated those."

"I don't want to stand by while you get away with this! You're under arrest!" I handcuffed him and he didn't even flinch.

"Where did you get these?" He had a smile on his face.

"The drawer beside your bed..." I knew what the leather lining on the inside of the cuffs was for, I didn't wanna hear it.

"Oh? Is that so? So where will you take me, officer?" He pushed my hands off his wrists and took another puff with his hands still cuffed.

"Y-you have the right to remain quiet... Anything you say can and will be used against you..." My voice had gone quiet. Why?

"Hm? Repeating my rights? You don't honestly think this is a real arrest do you?" He dropped the cigarette and raised my chin, "You should have told me you wanted to play cops and robbers."

"Sh-shut up! I'm not playing. I'll take you down to the station right now!" I pulled him up and hugged his arm tight so he couldn't run away.

"If you take me down you know they'll pardon me. And you can't keep me in these for three years. Or now," he had picked their lock!

"I'll just end this stupid deal then! You'll be arrested that way," I grabbed the cuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back but the right one wouldn't click, "Come on, why won't you work?"

"I won't let it."

"Ah!" He grabbed me and dragged me to the closest guest room, "What are you doing?"

"Teaching you a lesson," he pushed me onto the bed and I tried pushing him off me. He took off the left cuff and handed them to me, "If you really think you can, then try to arrest me."

"What are you- Aaahhaa~♡! No... don't- nyah~♡!" I hadn't even noticed his right hand slip into my pants. He already had a finger inside.

"Hmph, this should clear your head," he pressed his lips against mine and I could feel his tongue. I moaned as I felt him switch his hand with something bigger. He was inside and pushing against my G-spot like it was his button to push all he wanted.

"Haah~♡! Scourge... that was too soon... ngh!" He had gone in while I was too dry. I could feel him pulling at the walls with each thrust.

"It's your fault. You brought out the wrong handcuffs. You still want to use them? But that means you'll be doing the work," he was making my body quiver. I...

"I don't... I wouldn't know what to do... I couldn't do it... I couldn't arrest you..."

"I'll teach you later," he took the cuffs from my hand and pulled my lower back up against him.

"AaaahaaaAAAA~♡!!" I could feel it so much more. I came before I could even tell him it was too much.

"Get some sleep. It's almost three in the morning," he finished inside and pulled my sweatpants back on for me.

  I was half asleep by the time we found the bedroom.

  What am I supposed to do? I can't just be his wife... Can I? What the hell am I supposed to do now?

  Why can't... someone... tell me...

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