The Story of Blood and Roses

"I've been monitoring your mail for some time now and got some news about Jasper."

"Where is he?"

"I can't be sure, but I think that he is a rat. He works for the organization but maybe works under Anthony for now. He didn't seem like a threat before but on further investigation... I have come to question his intentions. I don't know if he means you harm, but he certainly had a huge role to play in the murder of Melody and Dorian."

"I need details, Daisy."

Her voice dropped further.

"I looked through all the records on him, and his file states everything different from what Cain's file said." I was sure that my eyes had narrowed to slits because an apologetic look crossed her face. She knew that I didn't really trust her at the moment.

"It says that Anthony killed Dorian Murray... and that Jasper was inside the house at the moment." I sucked in a breath. Believe the tale of a dead man or two living people. Not that Anthony and Jasper were noble... For all knew Jasper was working for Anthony and was having a blast fucking with my head.

"You knew this," she stated in awe. I nodded and then motioned to her to continue speaking. "So..." she cleared her throat. "I went through the files and hacked into the system again, and found the pictures. The times suggest that what Jasper is saying is true. Now, this could mean two things..."

"Spit it out," I hissed when I saw her hesitating.

"Either the organization is tampering with evidence to point at something or instigate someone, or Anthony Murray is playing you."

"Both are possible," I admitted, begrudgingly. "What do you suggest I do?"

"Do you still have your watch on you?" I nodded. "Change the code, be prepared. If you think that there is no escaping, remember that they will not kill you. They will torture you. They want something from you, and you can never give it to them. If you think it best... kill yourself." A startled breath escapes me.

"Kill myself?"

My throat feels dry. My heart pumps heat into my veins.

"Kill yourself, Mia," she repeats. "This is still a suicide mission. At least die with dignity." I nodded.

All these images... musings of a brain that had accepted the fate.

"What are the statistics?" I ask her, trying to stay collected.

"There is a ninety percent chance that you will die." A small smile spread across my lips.

"Ten percent is more than I had hoped for. I think I'll manage."

"Mia," I heard Rob whisper. Instantly, I found myself looking around. I located Ethan closing in on us.

"That is Ethan-"

"I know of him," I heard Daisy say. "He's sexy."

"He is," I admitted, offering her a small smile. She gave me a tight-lipped smile of hers.

The conversation was silent but pressing.

It would never happen. He would kill me if he found out who I am, her eyes said.

I know how you feel, I assured her.

We bonded over deceptions and lost love.

"Who is this lovely lady?" the charmer asked.

"Daisy at your service, kind sir," she replied saucily. I chuckled, as I watched them banter. I could see the tightening around her eyes. She really wanted to get loose and get to know him, but she reeled herself in when he came on too strong. It was almost heartbreaking to watch. I wondered if someone had ever thought that Anthony and I were that way.

Rob probably had.

When Ethan was done trying to take her back home or at least get her number, he let out an exasperated sigh and then turned to me.

"Give her my number, please. Maybe she will change her mind." He gave me a meaningful look before saying, "we have to prepare for tomorrow." I nodded and then shooed him away.

"I'm sorry," I told her. She nodded, clearly understanding what I was hinting at.

"I'm happy for you... just don't fall into a trap, okay? I've worked too damn hard to let you die in the end. Find a way to hang on."

"Change the password, Daisy. Tell me how it works." She gulped as she looked down at my extended hand.

"What will your password be?"

"It would be something that I would want to say or remember before I die. Like a token that made me help exist," I reasoned, philosophically. She stared at me for a moment before shrugging. "I know," I smiled.

She grabbed my hand and then started tampering with my watch.

"Password?"

"One. One. Four. Two. Zero. One. Five. One. Four. Two. Five." She frowned before feeding it in.

"Will you remember it?" I nodded.

"I have a pretty good memory. I don't forget things; it makes it easier to hold grudges, you know," I tried to joke, lamely.

"If I may ask... what does it signify?" I raised a brow at her.

"None of your business," I tell her. "Now, you better get going before they find out and shoot you for being a traitor."

"Believe me, Mia. I am not the worst they have seen."

"I sure hope not," I mumble under my breath as I see her walking away.

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