DeaconI didn't bother asking Myla what was wrong the night I found her on top of her roof. I ignored the lines of mascara down her cheeks, her swollen red eyes, and her sweat-soaked clothes, which I felt when I wrapped my arms around her. I knew it wasn't the right time to bring anything up; I could tell by the look she had. But now, it's been a fücking week since that night and I haven't heard a fücking word out of her, which it's starting to make me worry if she's fücking okay. I've been so wrapped up with work lately, I haven't had the time to see her, never mind the time to see my damn son. Commander Luca has us pulling doubles or longer because of all the hell that's breaking loose because of one motherfücking man: Julio fücking Lopez. Since he got released from prison the chaos hasn't stopped. There's been one attack after another with no signs of stopping. There have been car bombings, rapes, armed home invasions, plus a prostitution ring that all come back linked to the same

MylaIt's been a week since Deacon went back to his house, after staying at mine for a week.It was so nice having him here and showing me what it would be like if we ever moved in with each other. He's the first person that pops into my head when I wake up, and I instantly miss the feeling of waking up beside him when I realize he isn't here anymore. I just rolled out of bed and the second I sit up, my phone starts going off like crazy.Still half asleep, I grab it and see who is trying to get ahold of me; it's Travis.What the hell is so urgent with this kid?It's the weekend so he doesn't have tutoring today, so I'm thinking it might have something to do with the family emergency he had a couple of weeks ago. I open the first message and read it twice just to make sure my eyes weren't playing fucking tricks on me."Myla, call me when you get this! My dad wants to meet you finally lol and I want to see if you can come to dinner tonight?"**A few days earlier...**DeaconI ended up

Chapter 15: Myla HarringtonDeaconAll I want to fucking do right now is take Myla, bend her over this fucking chair, and fuck the shit out of her. I still haven't processed that she's my son's fucking tutor; she has been for over a year or more and I had no fucking clue.How has neither of us figured it the fuck out by now? And shit, poor Travis has no idea my girlfriend I keep telling him about is his fücking tutor? This is so fucked up and yet, all I wanna do is fück her right now. "So, Dad, what do you think of Myla?"When Myla gets up to use the bathroom, Travis scoots over beside me around the fire and waits until Myla's out of earshot before he says anything."She's pretty fucking amazing, Trav; I'm not gonna fucking lie.""I told you! Now, too bad you're kinda seeing someone because now that she's met you, I think she likes you.""Why do you say that?""She was eyeing you all through dinner, Dad.I think you two would really get along, and you can trust her, so...""So what,

Chapter 16: Welcome Devil Darker chapter than usual, including murder and rough, dark sexual content Myla I lay here watching Deacon get suited up in his work clothes, wishing with all my heart that he didn't have to go off to work this late. My body is still weak and my limbs feel like jello from the intense fucking and gunplay we just did. I was nervous about it when he told me about it, and was terrified that the gun was gonna go off either in my mouth or in my pussy, but when he started to make me feel fucking incredible with the gun, those silly fears were pushed aside and I enjoyed myself. I never knew how much pleasure a gun could bring you, and now that I've experienced it, I want to do it again. I knew Deacon was into some sinister shit, but never thought he'd ever enjoy using a gun to fuck someone; I'm glad, though. I can only imagine what else he has in store for me and if it'll be anything like what we just did tonight. I can't take my eyes off of him as he tucks the gu

|Deacon|I'm back at work but it's hard to fucking concentrate on anything else except for Mr. fucking Nobody showing back up to ruin my motherfucking life. Hasn't he done enough?It's not enough that he ruined my fücking marriage, but now he's out for my son and soon it'll be Myla. I know how his fücking mind works by now; I fucking should anyway. I've been working for the man for almost half of my fucking life, but still don't know his identity. Luca has put me on strict desk work, which means I'm not allowed in the fucking field anytime soon, and looking at these gray walls of HQ is getting real fucking old. He wants me back to a hundred percent before he sends me out there, and technically, I can't blame him. For now, I'm stuck doing fucking paperwork, research, and other boring shit. While I'm sitting here going through phone records for some fucking case, I decided to check my phone to see if I can get a glimpse of my sweet fucking Myla. Sure the fuck enough, when I pull up the