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A Punch to the Ovaries
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Cuffed Betrayed By Everyone
|~Saturday- 1 day until the deadline~|~Deacon~Feeling betrayed by Mr. Nobody is a fucking understatement to say the fucking least. Walking into the safe house and finding Tristan practically dead on the floor with my fucking knife sticking out of his neck was a punch to the fucking dick for sure. He was mine to torture and mine to kill but he took that shit away from me just like he's done everything else. He couldn't let me have it. I don't know why I was expecting anything different, though. I should have expected him to pull a dirt move. Hearing Tristan gurgle those words that I was dreading, the fact that Myla can't have kids, just made things even worse. The fact that I couldn't inflict the amount of torture and pain on him that I wanted to, left a gaping wound inside of me that will never be fucking healed. I'll never be able to move on from that now that he's fucking dead. I'll never be able to fucking come clean to Myla about what I fucking did. I know I need to tell her but
Cuffed Saving Annie
| ~Sunday- 0 days left. It's the deadline!~ |~Deacon~I wasn't able to sleep all fucking night, but given what today is, I wasn't expecting to. After last night, getting into that fight with Carter, we went back to his house and talked about shit, even though I still don't know if I can fully trust him, I had to let him in on my plan if I'm gonna try and pull this shit off without Annie getting hurt. He still doesn't know where my safe house is, though, and he won't fucking know either. Nobody will ever know where that is. I keep looking at him, grinning at every mark on his face, his split, swollen lips, both black eyes, the bruises around his throat from when I choked him, and all the other brutal, noticeable marks I left all over him, great reminders of how badly I fucked him up for fucking with my boy and betraying me in the worst way possible. With Myla, Travis, and Nova there now, Carter and I are at my house, fully aware that Mr. Nobody is keeping watch on the outside. I can f
Cuffed Baby Talk
~Deacon~It feels like we've been on the fucking run for a while. And it feels like I've kidnapped a whole bunch of fucking people and am holding them all,, hostage as you see in the movies, or like something I'd deal with at fücking work. But this isn't a fucking job, this is my goddamn life and it's a fucking mess all because of one evil mother fucker who I can't wait to find. If Mr. Nobody thought what I did to Tristan was bad, just wait until he sees what I have planned for his ass. It ain't pretty. I couldn't stand sitting bitch anymore, so once we passed all the cops speeding to the commander's house, I had Carter pull over so I could drive, which eased some of the panic and anxiety ripping through my muscles but there was still a fire burning through my veins that won't ever seem to fucking quit. It's like I was born with the devil's blood inside of me, born to hurt- born to feel pain no matter what. And I've been fine with it for all these years. But now I just want it to fuck
Cuffed The Puzzle Pieces
~Myla~Still in disbelief that Travis and Nova want Deacon and me to adopt their baby, I sit here on his lap and stare at the young couple with my mouth open, my heart racing, and my palms sweaty as Deacon tries to hold my hands as tight as he can. Having a child has always been a dream of mine, but a dream I always thought would never happen because of what Tristan did to me those many years ago. The fire poker he used did more damage than I thought, ruining my life and body in more ways than one. I don't know if Deacon knows that I can't have kids, but I know that talk has to happen soon, especially if we're going to be talking about possibly adopting Travis and Nova's baby, which is a huge deal. What worries me the most, and it has nothing to do with the baby, is the fact that this Mr. Nobody guy is still after Deacon and his torment is only getting worse, which is making Deacon even more enraged and paranoid, I'd even go as far as to say scary to be around. "How do you guys feel
Cuffed Completing the Puzzle
~Deacon~Suddenly everything comes rushing back to me, and everything that I was confused about begins to make sense. The phone call yesterday when he called me soldier makes more sense than ever... Now, as I stand here and stare at the man behind Myla, holding a knife to her throat, I grit my teeth and ball my fists, shocked beyond all belief that I trusted this man and let him into my fücking life. This is how he fucking repays me? He fucks my ex-wife and tortures my goddamn life?"I knew there was something about you that I didn't like…""Surprised to see me here, Devil?""So it's been you this whole fucking time? Or has it been the fucking cunt that's got a gun pointed at her own son's head?""Dad, this is my mom?"Travis squeaks in a shaky voice, trying to hold in his tears and stay as strong as he can, but I know it's hard. He's got Street blood running in his veins so I know he's got this. He just needs to believe in himself. We share a look and I speak to my son with my eyes,
Cuffed Epilogue
~Deacon~In the hospital, a million things keep running through my mind, and Carter is the only one who can answer them. His ass is snoring in the chair near the window, so to get his attention, I take the water pitcher with ice-cold water in it, and chuck it his way, wanting to get this shit off my mind so I can rest for a while. I know it's not gonna come easy even with my questions answered, but something needs to happen, and soon. With my perfect fucking aim, it hits him right in the head, making him bolt up and look frantically around, water dripping all down his head, soaking the shit out of him. "What the fuck was that for, Deac?""Wake up, man. I have some things I can't figure out yet.""Like what?"He growls, tired as fuck and apparently mad that this shit couldn't wait."How did you know it was Luca behind all this shit?""I didn't at first, but the tail I told you about, I recognized it as one of his buddies, so when I managed to lose him, I got on his ass and followed him
Cuffed The Match
mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* This is the story of 40-year-old LA SWAT officer, Deacon Street; a single father to a sixteen-year-old son, with a dark secret who joins a dating app at the hands of his friend, to help him out of the dark depression he's been in since his wife left him. Myla Harrington, a 21-year-old tutor by day and dancer by night, gets a message on a dating app from Deacon and replies, unknowingly realizing the mysterious man she matched with is the father of one of the kids she tutors. After Myla gets her heart broken, she cuts off the dating world, until Deacon shows up, that is. Can these two dark, lost souls find love with each other? Can Deacon open up to Myla and let her in, and will Myla be able to do the same? When a dark secret comes to light, will Myla run for t
Cuffed Sexting
mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*MylaWith the weekend fast approaching and my daytime job almost over, I find myself lounging out back at Travis' house while we go over the history lesson I assigned him this week. With it being Friday, today's the last time I'll see him until Monday, so I always check his work, go over his grades, and give him a goal for the weekend. The sun beats down on my shoulders, tanning what's already bronze, and making me sweat just a little bit."Are we almost done, Myla?"For a sixteen-year-old kid, Travis acts a lot older, and he's not as immature as boys or kids his age in general, especially the ones I tutor."Yes, Trav, we are. Give me about fifteen more minutes of your time and then I'll be out of your hair, kiddo.""Fine, but my dad will be off work early tod
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