Faith (My Misery Muse) by B. Betzold

Then she ran out the door
with my daughter and all I could do is watch in stunned belief.
    “I swear I am going to strangle her this
time,” Drake muttered.
    I was still watching the door waiting for her
to come back laughing and unlocking the cuffs, but she didn’t.
    “Aw fuck,” I finally yelled.
    “Glad you finally rejoined me, darling.”
    Drake
    “Unlock the fucking cuffs, Seth,” I bit
out.
    He was laughing. “I can’t.”
    “What do you mean you can’t?”
    “Because,” he pointed at the chest in their
bedroom he was currently digging through and pulled out four sets
of handcuffs, “all of ours are here.”
    “So see if their key will work.”
    He shook his head. “Don’t think it will.”
    “Why not?”
    “Uhm these are custom made,” he
snickered.
    “Fucking try it anyway.”
    “Okay, but they won’t work,” he muttered.
    He attempted to unlock the handcuffs with the
key he had. “Try the other keys.”
    “What other keys?”
    “You held up four sets of cuffs, right?”
    He nodded. “Yeah, but the same key works on
each of them.”
    “Fuck, I am going to kill her.”
    “Seth, why do you have custom made
handcuffs?” Mags asked.
    “Wedding present from X.”
    She nodded like this made complete sense.
After she finally realized that Devi wasn’t coming back, she
started ranting about where to bury the body, but for a few minute
she had been calm, eerily calm.
    I sighed. “Fine, guess we will find some bolt
cutters or something and get out of these.” Seth started shaking
his head.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Bolt cutters won’t work; these are made by
the same place that made ours.”
    “Okay and that means what?”
    “Custom made, titanium handcuffs with only
one key to unlock them is what they specialize in.”
    I sighed. Okay then. “So how do we get out of
this?”
    Seth looked at me. “Work out your shit?”
    “We are.”
    “Apparently not or my wife wouldn’t of done
this,” he stated.
    “Your wife is a lunatic.”
    “No, my wife is watching two people she loves
hurting and she can’t stand it. So she’s doing what she can think
of to keep them from hurting each other.”
    “At least I know Quinn is okay,” Mags
said.
    “How can you be so calm?” I asked.
    She shrugged. “Cause Devi will let us out
when she’s ready and not a second before, not any real point in
arguing about it.”
    “Fine,” I bit out. “What do we do now?”
    “Try not to kill each other,” she chirped
then yanked my arm hard as she walked out of the bedroom dragging
me with her.
    Oh this was going to be a terrific fucking
day.

Chapter 20
    Mags
    Getting into Drake's truck handcuffed
together was an interesting event. He ended up wrapping an arm
around my waist and picking me up, sliding us both into the driver
seat with me sitting in his lap, and I couldn’t resist giving a
little wiggle that caused him to growl. He slid me over the console
and into the passenger seat where we attempted to fasten our
seatbelts one handed—not an easy task.
    “So where are we headed?” I asked.
    “I have no idea, what did you have planned
today?”
    “Uhm, hang out with Quinn and get some work
done, but I can’t exactly do that now.”
    Drake nodded. “Okay then, I was going to hang
out at my place maybe play some pool with Sam if he’s there.”
    “Why would Sam be at your place?”
    “He’s staying there for a while.”
    “Why?”
    “Someone’s staying at his place.”
    “Who?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “You didn’t ask?”
    He gave me a look like I was crazy. “No, why
would I?”
    I shook my head; guys were strange.
    “Uhm, because he’s staying with you and
someone is staying at his place. Why not just stay there as
well?”
    “Don’t know, don’t care.”
    Okay then, I don’t think I will ever
understand the male race.
    “So then your place?” I asked.
    “That’s fine with me,” he said. “I want to
call X and see if he has the keys to these things.”
    I sighed.