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-COMPLETE- Daisy is an assassin, a good one. But even assassin's have family problems and boy drama. Even assassins hate their job. * "It's funny watching you get angry, princess." "Princess?" I growled. "Can't you just leave me the fuck alone!" "You're the one who started this," Eli defended himself. "I didn't charge at you with a knife!" "You stole my sandwich!" * Daisy wasn't your average girl. She was a trained killer. Give her a target and she could come up with multiple ways to end the target's life. After a failed escape attempt from the world she grew up in she has to get used to being back to the world of training, guns and death. Throw in a boy or two that both drive Daisy mental, a sarcastic attitude, lots of drama and a mission that may turn Daisy back into the assassin she used to be and you've got a pretty hectic story.

Action / Romance
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I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glared at my reflection in the cracked mirror.

It was their fault.

Everything was their fault.

"I just wanted to get out," I said to myself and flushed the toilet, washing away any signs that I had just puked up all of last night's food and lots of blood. I groaned and ran my fingers through my natural silver hair, debating on what I should do.

I could keep running and end up killing myself, or I could go back and get help and end up killing others.

I had worked so hard to get away. No one had ever done it before. I had managed to stay undetected.

I was free.

Or so I thought.

I was still caught in their net. They still had a hold on me.

I cursed loudly and slammed my hand down onto the sink. "I can't go back," I whispered and turned on my heel, walking into the bedroom. I grabbed a bundle of clothes out of the duffle bag that held all of my belongings and dumped them onto my bed. I stripped out of my clothes and before I pulled my jeans on I grabbed a clean bandage and replaced the bloodstained one that was wrapped around my thigh. Once my leg was wrapped up I pulled my ripped skinny jeans on, a white vest top and my black leather jacket. I stuffed my feet into my combat boots and tied my hair up into a high ponytail and then made my way to the door.

I lived in a shitty apartment block on the outskirts of a small town. It was cheap and no one asked any questions. I liked to walk into town every day. It was lonely by yourself. I moved a lot so there was no point making connections.

Besides, the only person I could rely on was myself.

The town was cute and not extremely busy. It also didn't have many security cameras. I had been here for about two weeks and pretty soon I'd have to move again. It wasn't safe for me to stay in the same place for long. I was constantly looking over my shoulder.

I glanced behind me and let myself relax a little bit, there was a family across the road, a little old lady and group of guys about 20 meters behind me.

No one to be concerned about.

I gasped suddenly when I felt a sharp pain in my throat and I coughed violently, blood splattering into my hands. "Shit," I muttered grabbed a tissue out of my pocket, quickly wiping the blood up.

"That doesn't look too good."

I froze when I heard the voice and my heart started to beat rapidly in my chest.

It couldn't be.

I held my breath as I slowly looked up, praying to God that the familiar voice was just a coincidence.

It wasn't.

"Long time no see, Daisy," Blake said, looking down at me with an arrogant smirk on his face.

"Fuck," I cursed and span around, frowning when the group of guys that were behind were suddenly a lot closer than before. And they were all looking directly at me.

"Oh no you don't," Blake called and before I could run he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back.

I swore loudly and ripped my wrist from his grasp, spinning round to face him.

"Do you really think you're fit to fight with the state you're in?" Blake wondered and he ran his fingers through his dark hair.

"Fuck you," I spat and he smirked, raising his fists in front of his face.

"Come at me, Dais," he grinned and I did exactly that.

I lunged.

He dodged my first punch easily and I gritted my teeth, launching a kick to his side. He stumbled slightly but laughed. "You're weak," he said and I ducked a punch he threw. "I wonder why that is, eh?"

"You did it, you gave the infection to me?" I hissed and gasped in pain when he grabbed my fist, millimetres before it hit his face and twisted it up painfully behind my back.

"We were right to be concerned about your mental state, so we got Jack to make something especially for you," he said and I threw my head back, hitting Blake painfully in the face. I twisted out of his grip and swept my legs under him, sending him tumbling to the floor. He chuckled darkly and easily jumped up, directing a fist to my face before I could blink.

"Fuck," I muttered and stumbled backwards. I was surprised that I was still standing. After being sick this morning my head was pounding and the world was constantly spinning.

"Ever since the little boy, we knew it had messed with your head," Blake told me and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Shut up," I snapped and went to kick him in the side, but he grabbed my ankle and flipped me over. Luckily, I managed to land in a crouch, but as soon as I stood an immense pain exploded in my thigh and I yelled out in pain. "Shit!" I cursed and Blake directed another expertly aimed kick to my thigh. My leg buckled due to the pain and I landed on my knees with a thud. "You asshole!" I growled and forced myself up, but before I could do anything Blake had grabbed my arm and twisted it up painfully behind my back. I yelled in frustration and struggled in his hold, but he was too strong. "Get off me!"

"Calm down or I will reopen your stitches for you," Blake said in a sweet voice and I winced when I felt pressure on my thigh. I looked down and saw that he had a knife pressed to the top of my thigh, right by my wound.

"You're a cunt."

"Lovely to see you too, Daisy," Blake chuckled and it was only then when I realised that the group of guys that were behind me had stopped and had been watching Blake and I. "They're with the Agency," Blake said and a guy with messy blonde hair stepped forward and looked me up and down.

"This is her?" He said in a low, cold voice.

"No, she's a stranger and I thought it would be funny to attack her," Blake said sarcastically.

The guy stared at Blake and arched an eyebrow. "Your so-called humour can be irritating. Did you know that?"

"Your shit personality can be a right bore sometimes. Did you know that?" Blake countered and the guy smirked ever so slightly, shaking his head at Blake.

"Who's this?" I asked and the guy took a step towards me. His large figure towered over me and his dark eyes were narrowed as he looked me up and down.

"Eli Reynolds," Blake said and I raised my eyebrows at the familiar name.

"The?" I asked and the guy nodded.

"You're not the only famous name at the Agency," Eli said and placed his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "However, I don't run from my job."

I yanked my head to the side and kicked my leg forward, hitting Eli painfully in the knee.

"Fuck off," I snapped and gasped in pain when Blake pressed the knife into my thigh, cutting through my jeans and quite probably the stitches I had as well. "You fucking twat!" I growled and Blake tutted.

"Behave," he said into my ear. "Sorry about that, Eli. Daisy is a bit of a handful."

I scoffed and suddenly a black van pulled up beside us on the road. "How original," I muttered and the back doors opened to reveal Jack.

"Daisy!" He said brightly, his grin widening when I glared at him. "How's the head? Spinning? Started puking blood yet?"

"You little bitch!" I hissed and launched myself at Jack, but Blake easily held me back. "I'll kill you, you sly little-"

I was cut off when Blake slammed my head into the door of the van and I groaned when I saw stars. "You guys don't hold back," one of the guys that I didn't know commented and I blinked a few times, trying to see clearly.

"If the positions were swapped she wouldn't either," Blake said and he shoved me into the van. My vision was still blurry from the harsh knock from Blake and I stumbled when getting into the van. Two benches ran along either side and Blake pushed me onto a bench and I coughed violently, covering my mouth with my hands as I coughed up blood.

"That's gross," Blake muttered and I wiped my hands on my jeans.

"That's science," Jack called and I glared at him.

My vision was starting to clear and I looked around me, trying to figure out a way to escape. Including Blake, Jack and Eli there were six guys, not counting the driver who I had yet to see.

They thought I was weak, they wouldn't be expecting a surprise attack.

"Tom, go up front with Oli," Blake ordered and one of the guys I didn't know nodded and walked off. One less guy to deal with. "Everyone else in."

Before anyone else moved I jumped up and punched Blake in the balls. He groaned and doubled over in pain.

"Bitch," he groaned, but he managed to grab my arm and yank me backwards. I crashed into the van wall and hissed in pain when I hit my head.

"Everyone, get in!" Jack yelled and I groaned when the doors to the van slammed. I was trapped.

"The balls?" Blake winced and grabbed my arm, shoving me back down back into the bench. "Really?"

"Don't be such a baby," I muttered and he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans and directed a blow to my temple. "That's just rude," I groaned as my head rang and black dots clouded my vision. It wasn't hard enough to knock me out, but after getting shoved into the van door and hitting my head on the van wall it was certainly enough to daze me.

Blake reached under the bench and I heard the clinking of chains. I was too dazed to fight back, I could barely concentrate on sitting up straight let alone fighting Blake. He lifted a handful of chains and handcuffed my hands together. He did the same to my feet and then clipped the handcuffs to a metal bar underneath the bench. My hands and feet were connected by a piece of chain and I sighed.

I really was trapped.

"Is this all really necessary?" One of the guys I didn't know asked. "She doesn't exactly look fit enough to fight back."

"She could be dying and still put up a fight," Jack scoffed. "That's Daisy for you."

"When I can think straight and not see two of you I am going to kill you," I growled and Jack grinned.

"How long have you been coughing blood?" He wondered and I weakly pulled against the chains. "Have you had any migraines yet? What about sickness?"

"You're giving me a migraine," I hissed and started to cough violently again. I couldn't move my hands higher than my waist so I couldn't cover my mouth and I coughed up blood. Blake saw this and he grabbed a tissue out of his pocket and covered my mouth with it. My coughing fit lasted for about 5 minutes and when I was done I groaned and leaned back against the van wall. Blake dropped the bloody tissue and wiped his hands on my jeans, smirking at me when I glared at him.

He took a seat opposite me and I looked around to see everyone staring at me.

Eli was sitting next to me and he frowned. "What did you do to her?" He wondered. "She looks like shit."

"Thanks," Jack grinned.

"When we suspected she had thoughts about leaving so Jack poisoned her," Blake explained.

"It works slowly and gets worse over time. You get sick, bad headaches and your stomach feels like it's being ripped apart from the inside, that's why she's coughing up blood," Jack said.

"How do you stop it?" One of the random guys asked.

"We have an antidote," Jack said.

"What would happen if she didn't get it?"

"She'd die," Eli guessed.

"Bingo," I said and rolled my eyes.

"I thought you didn't want her dead," Eli said.

"We knew she'd either turn herself in if she got too ill or because she was ill she'd slip up and we'd find her," Blake said.

"How did you find me?"

"You missed a camera," Blake shrugged.


"Two girls taking a selfie," Jack laughed. "You were in the background."

"Fucking hell," I sighed. "What's going to happen to me when we get back to the Agency? Deserters get killed."

"But we all know that isn't going to happen to you," Jack smirked.

"So what is?"

"You'll find out when we return," Blake shrugged and his eyes landed on my thigh. My jeans were stained red with blood. "Jack, pass us the first aid kit." Jack reached under the bench and lifted up a first aid kit, he handed it to Blake who put on a pair of gloves and then knelt in front of me. "Try anything and I will not hesitate to smash your lovely face in, Daisy," Blake warned.

"I thought you were a team. You aren't exactly friendly," one of the guys I didn't know called and Blake turned to glare at him.

"In case you didn't realise, Daisy is one of the best. If she wasn't ill, tied up and probably concussed she would be doing everything in her power to defeat us. She would probably kill you three," Blake nodded to Eli and the two guys I didn't know, "and if she was feeling nice she'd leave me and Jack with a lovely flesh wound; nothing that would kill us, but it would put us out of action for a long time. She's a killer, just like us. She's one of the best. Just because she's a girl doesn't make her less ruthless. There is a reason why I haven't put a bullet in her, it's because we used to be a team. If it was anyone else I would have shot them and we'd be done with it. This is treating her friendly."

"Blake's a lovely person, as well as hitting you in the head with a gun, he also enjoys stabbing you during training," I said sarcastically.

"It was an accident," Blake muttered.

Jack snorted. "Accident my ass! You were just annoyed that she didn't want to sleep-" A cold look from both me and Blake shut Jack up and Blake took a pair of scissors out of the first aid box.

I eyed the scissors and tried to figure out a way of grabbing them from Blake with my hands cuffed together.

"Don't even think about it," Blake warned. "These will be going into your stomach if your hands so much as twitch, Daisy."

"Are they always this polite to each other?" Eli asked and I turned to glare at him.

"Woah, what the hell are you doing?" I demanded when Blake started to cut through my jeans. "Damn it, these were new, you bastard."

"Stop whining," Blake said and rolled his eyes. "I need to get a clear view of the cut."

"Cut?" I repeated. "It's a little more than a cut, Blake. You should know considering you stabbed me."

"I said it was an accident," Blake muttered and I watched as he cut my jeans down to mid-thigh. Once he had cut away the jeans covering my wound he cut through the blood-soaked bandages and chucked them on the floor. My leg was a bloody mess and Blake sighed as he wiped most of the blood away with a wipe. "Stitches have ripped, you'll need new ones."


"It's a long drive back to base, unless you want to bleed out then yes now," Blake said. "The wound has reopened completely."

"I think I'd rather bleed out than go back," I said and Blake scoffed. He started to thread a sterilised needle and looked up at me.

"I got nothing to numb the pain, it's going to hurt," he said and I saw a bottle of vodka get passed to Blake.

"Why the hell have you got vodka?" I said.

"There's nothing else to clean the wound with," Blake shrugged.

"Oh shit, no, you're not pouring that on- Ah fuck!" I yelled out in pain when Blake poured the vodka over my leg and I hissed when it burned my wound. "Bastard," I growled.

"Eli, mind holding her leg down?" Blake said and Eli nodded, crouching down in front of me and placing his hands firmly on my knee. "Try not to move much."

"Wasn't planning on it," I muttered.

Blake hovered the needle over my skin and I groaned when we went over a bump in the road and my head hit the van wall again. "Shit," Blake cursed and hit on the wall separating us from Oli who was driving. "Careful, man, I'm trying to stitch up Daisy!"

"I've always hated needles," I grumbled and Blake positioned the needle near the top of my thigh. It was only then when I realised that both Eli and Blake had a clear view of part of my lacy thong because of where Blake had cut my jeans.

"Daisy, are you blushing?" Blake teased when he noticed what I was looking at. "Can't say the same about Eli, but it's nothing I've not seen before."

I so desperately wanted to punch the smirk off Blake's face, but because he was holding a needle so close to my flesh I stopped myself.

"Just do it," I muttered and Blake pushed the needle through my skin. I hissed and gritted my teeth as Blake worked. Eli tightened his grip on my leg and forced it still. Blake had lots of experience stitching wounds, but he'd never had to deal with being in a bumpy van before. "Watch it!" I groaned when the van jolted and the needle tugged painfully on my skin.

After a few more minutes Blake finished and tied the thread off. He wiped up the blood and packed the first aid kit away. "Sorted," he said and Eli let go of my leg and took his seat beside me. I watched Blake as he picked up the bottle of vodka and took a swig, he then proceeded to pour the rest over my wound.

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled and gasped in pain. "Fuck, Blake! What the hell!" I tried to kick Blake, but the cuffs didn't give me much space to move and Blake retreated to his seat opposite me. "Fucking hell, was that necessary!"

"That's for punching me in the balls," he shrugged.

"You're such a cunt!" I hissed, but he just smiled at me.

"Looks like someone won't be getting fucked for a while," Jack said, grinning smugly at Blake.

"Shut the fuck up," I said and narrowed my eyes at Jack.

"Do you three ever stop bickering?" Eli said, barely looking at us. "It's rather irritating."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said sarcastically. "Would you like to be excused? Just open the door and go jump in front of a bus, then you won't have to listen to us."

"I'd rather throw you in front of a bus," Eli shrugged.

"In case you forgot, you all kidnapped me. I didn't choose to be here, so you can either sit there and listen to us bicker or fuck off," I snapped.

"Or I can shut you up," Eli shrugged.

"Oh go fuck yourself, you stuck up asshole," I scowled.

"She'll calm down soon enough," Blake said. "She's mainly just angry that she let herself get caught. She's usually a rather calm person."

"I find that hard to believe," Eli muttered and I glared at him, moving my cuffed foot over and stamping on his foot. "Hey!" He snapped and harshly elbowed me in the ribs.

"Ow, shit," I gasped, flinching at the harsh blow.

"I will knock you out," Eli warned.

"Oh I'm shitting a brick," I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. I ignored Eli after that and focused on planning my escape.

I went silent for the next few hours. My head was completely clear now and I had a plan. I discretely looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to me. I started to pull on the handcuffs, trying to pull my hand out without having to dislocate my thumb. I only needed one free hand for this. I gritted my teeth when I realised I was achieving nothing. I had to dislocate my thumb. I tried to not show any pain as I did it and I slowly pulled my hand out of the handcuff. As soon as it was free I reached for the gun sticking out of Eli's pocket, but before I could grab it his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He twisted my hand up at an excruciating angle and I yelled out in pain.

"You're rather predictable, Daisy," Eli said and I tried to get out of his hold. "Stand down and I won't break your arm."

"Get off me!" I growled.

"We did it your way and it didn't work. She's been planning how to escape since she went silent a few hours ago. Now we do it my way," Eli said sternly and Blake shrugged his shoulders.

"Do your worst," he said and suddenly my world went black.

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