Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cuffed: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~Myla~The silence on the ride to our weekend getaway killed me, so I ended up taking a damn nap with blank dreams. Deacon never spoke a word about the "job" he had to handle at the nightclub, and I never asked, even though it was the only thing on my mind until I fell asleep. I know he's mad and beside himself about the fact that I know his secret, but honestly, it was fucking inevitable, really.He probably thinks I look at him differently too, and to be honest, I do. Not in a bad way, though, but yeah it terrifies me a little bit, knowing I'm in love and fücking a murderer, but there's a part of me that knows he'd never hurt me. Then again, there's a part of me that thinks what if one day I become his next "job" and what if he does end up having to kill me, or decides to kill me because I know too much?I'd like to think that the part of me that thinks that is wrong, but you really never know until it's too late.I feel a nudge on my shoulder and a little shake, so I try to sit up

~Deacon~I finger the picture, running the pad of my thumb over Myla's face, trying to get my breathing under control and the anxious fear gripping me to ease up. He was in the fucking shower with her. How could I not have fucking known he was here? A piercing scream rips through my eardrums, freezing me into place. Another scream sounds loudly from the bedroom, and I drop the picture to the floor of the cabin, taking off like a fucking bat out of hell to make sure that Myla is alright. I bust through the fucking door so hard it rips off the hinges, but I can fix that shit later. My heart races but calms slightly when I spot Myla standing on the bed, still wrapped in her towel, fearful of something on the floor. At least she's okay, though, and Mr. Nobody didn't take her. I walk around the side of the bed to see a giant snake coiled up, his head pointing at Myla with his fangs showing in anger."Careful, Deacon! It's a snake!""But you're okay, right?" "Yeah, just petrified."I smile

~Deacon~Finally pulling up to the secret spot where I've decided to keep Tristan, I let the smile stay curled on my lips as I cut the engine off and pop the trunk button. I slip a cigarette between my lips and light it as I make the short walk to the back of my fucking car, anxious as fuck to get this bastard out and inside so the fucking fun can begin. I puff hard and blow the cloud of smoke into thin air, watching it evaporate into the black sky that hangs above me. I open the trunk and grin harder. I take my cigarette and press it to the skin on his cheek, leaving polka-dot burns along his jawline, just because I fucking want to. I take the empty syringe I used to inject him with and pull the cap off with my teeth. His eyes water and widen but he still can't move. Feeling the evil seep from my fucking pores, I pry his mouth open and pull out his tongue, jabbing the long, sharp needle through the center of it, making sure it goes right through. And then I do it again. and again. and

~Myla~Again I wait at the house for Deacon to get off work, right along with Travis and Nova. They're even acting weird too. They won't sit near each other and they've hardly spoken since I brought Nova back to the house after my interview with Commander Luca, who happens to be Deacon's boss. I asked Deacon if it would be too weird for him but he assured me it wouldn't and that I should accept the job, so I did. I start tutoring his child next week, so I'm excited for the new student. Ivy is supposed to be coming over to pick me up tomorrow so we can have a girls' day while Deacon works a double, and Travis goes to his friend's house for the day. But right now, right now I need to figure out how to get these kids talking to each other so we can deal with the whole pregnancy issue. They're not making it easy on me by any means, though. "Alright, I'll bite... What's going on between you two?""She wo...""He wo..."Both of them try to talk at once, trying to defend their point of thin

~Deacon~After spending the entire night with Myla at the hospital and having no fucking change in her condition, with a heavy heart I leave her room as dawn threatens to rise. I haven't given Mr. Nobody's request much thought since I left work, there's too much other shït on my fucking mind. I know there are only a few days until the weekend when I'm supposed to have the job completed, but Myla being in the fucking hospital trumps everything. Although, one mother fucker keeps taunting me. Leaving the hospital, I get into my car and speed off, trying to get to the safe house before the sun fully rises. The sky is still dark but light peaks through the horizon as the sun begins to slowly wake up. Myla loves sunrises, so of course watching this one as I drive down the street brings all kinds of feelings along with it. I try to ignore them, though. I light a cigarette and roll all the windows down, with not even the sound of the radio on in the background. Just. Silence. It's hard not to