This whole chapter is a flashback, I think it deserves it

"Sandy?"

His voice sent shivers through my body, not the good type either. I think.

We were waiting outside, at the back of the house, my hands covered in warm blood, my clothes covered in sticky blood and my heart cold as we waited for services to show up and see ou-my failure. My eyes were shut, all I could see was him laying on the ground blood pouring from his wounds.

I can't believe this happened.

"There was nothing w-we could do you know,"

Yes, I should have been inside, I should never have trusted someone else, I should have worked solo.

I bit my lip drawing blood narrowing my eyes, this had never happened before, never. How careless was I?

My teeth were clenched so hard my jaw was finally protesting asking me to release them. But I was afraid if I did, I would snap like my self control.

I felt someone move behind me, their chest against my back, a bit too close, a hand on my shoulder and my eyes opened. I was seeing red.

"Don't touch me!" I gritted it out shrugging his hold off me.

"Wha-," his hand grabbed mine as I tried to walk away and I spun around his eyes widening when he saw the gun was pointing to his chest. Instinct.

"Sandy-,"

"Shut up Daniel," I spat. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked confused. I don't think he understood what this meant.

I have never, ever, failed, and to think I was played like an instrument, perfectly orchestrated. His eyes searched mine and his hold on me weakened.

"How?"

I laughed, throwing my head back but it wasn't a funny laugh I had, it was a disgusted, sarcastic laugh.

"What do you take me for?" I stepped forward the gun digging into his chest making him move back, "Honestly? I thought you would have done more research,"

While my right hand kept the gun in place my left hand dug into my pocket pulling out the capsule chucking it in his face, "I can recognize a bullet, especially one that is issued to us by our own agency,"

His eyes narrowed, did he seriously think I was stupid? I scoffed rolling my eyes, this guy was an idiot after all. Too bad his grandfather didn't tell him who he was working with, who his partner was.

Because maybe if he knew what level of an assassin I was meant to be, he would have played his cards safer. And maybe if I acted like the assassin I was with everyone else, I woudln't have let this happen.

He raised his hands suddenly gripping the gun, not trying to push it away but held it more firmly, "Go on, do it,"

I clenched my teeth, did he think I wouldn't? Because I would. I just needed to think first.

"Why?" I asked, I didn't have to open my mouth and explain what my question was. I wasn't asking why he wants me to shoot him, oh no that was fairly obvious, I was asking why he did it. Why he went against his grandfathers orders, we had a set rules of what to do, and we were meant to do them.

I hadn't realise we had kept walking till he was against the side of the house, my gun still digging into him.

"Oh Isandra," he said using my full name, it felt odd hearing it from him, "You of all people should know,"

"What?"

"You simply go undercover for one agency to get the work done,"

"But he's your grandfather! You used him" what happened to having each other's backs? Loyalty was the most important thing and he just breached all kinds of loyalty. God this was exactly why I worked by myself, the first time I go against my instinct to trust someone, this happens.

"Please," he rolled his eyes flicking my hand moving my gun aside, he propped one leg up crossing his arms across his chest, "You're telling me about family,"

The look on his face irritated me, "What are you talking about?"

"You haven't spoken to your brother in what, four or is it five years," this time he took the step forward making me step back. "You don't have any friends, hell I don't think you have acquaintances,"

Another step.

"You've built this pathetic wall around yourself when really you need to live," I swallowed, stop tearing down the wall I built then.

"Just because your parents screwed you over," another step, "Doesn't mean you need to screw everyone else over, not in the literal sense cause then that's fun,"

He added with a laugh.

"You know what the funny thing is?" he smirked, the bastard had the decency to smirk at me, "I asked for you to be put on this job,"

What?

"I wanted to see what the great mighty Isandra was like," he leaned in, "And you know what I was not disappointed, not one bit, there is only one thing though," I clenched my teeth, well she wasn't that great, her first failure.

I was going to fix it. He was pushing me, I could tell he was pushing me.

"You're actually even better than what they said, they don't know half the story," his eyes dipped down.

"You're faster than what they said," I moved as his leg tried to swipe me down, my eyes still staring at his. I didn't need to look to know what he was trying to do, I felt it, "You're more observant than what they said," I grabbed his hand with my left hand before it could touch me only making him smile more, "and the way you move, it should surely be illegal, I knew you would kill the guy on the roof eventually, but he didn't even stand a chance against you,"

It was all a set up.

"Humour me," and I did, I don't know what stopped me from raising that gun and shooting him in the head, but instead I ducked as he tried head butting me.

"You know you are a great teacher," I caught his hand turning it around so it was held against him trying to ignore his words, if this was anyone else I would have replied with a witty comeback. But my throat was dry, I felt like it was burning in the Sahara dessert with not a drop of water.

A strange feeling.

He grunted as I kicked the back of his knee making him fall to the ground, "And I've been holding back,"  the hand I was holding, he leaned his wrist back grabbing it digging his fingers in and I wasn't ready. I was beyond distracted.

My hold loosened and he turned around gutting me and it was my turn to fall t, I welcome the pain as my knees cracked against the ground, I deserved that, I really did. But at least the gun was where I wanted, against his ribs. Just shoot it.

"This would really be comical under different circumstances,"

"What are you talking about?" did he have to speak for every occasion? It was like his word had to be the last.

"The way you're sitting on me," He waved a hand.

"What?"

I looked down, he was on the ground and I was half on top, leg on either side of his stomach, gun to his chest, I didn't understand what was so funny,"I don't get it," I muttered more to myself but he laughed.

"Oh Sandy, you're so innocent sometimes."

"Just stop talking," I snapped closing my eyes before opening them again, why was I even letting him make a conversation with him.

Just do it, Three, Two, oh great here he goes again.

"Can I at least get a final wish?"

I have heard that phrase so many times, and I had never given them out, so what was making me want to give him a final wish, "I promise it won't be free me of any kind," he sat up leaning on his elbows smirking.

That stupid smirk, I was going to wipe it straight of his face.

"Kiss me,"

"What?"

"My final wish is to kiss my killer, I mean everyone's always talked about you, ah don't give me that look, you're practically every agent's fantasy to work with too bad they're all a bit too scared," he rolled his eyes.

He sat up even further his face too close to mine.

"Daniel I-," I didn't know what to say, or do but just watch him come closer, his mouth stopped inches away from mine, warm breathe pleasurable in the cold air. I could feel my heart race, and it wasn't the adrenaline this time.

Somehow my arms still had the support to hold that gun in place, just press the damn trigger and save yourself.

His hand inched forward touching my cheek making me wince, not ready for the cold fingers, they were like a feather as they curved down my neck before gripping it and pulling me forward.

I could basically feel his lips against mine, but there was still air in the middle, it was like he gave me a second, or half a second to pull away and shoot him. I wasn't sure if it was my late reaction, or frozen mind set that delayed me and I felt his lips against mine.

They were still, like he was still waiting for a sign, before they moved, and move they did.

Warm, they were warm compared to his fingers at the base of the back of my neck, warmer than his hand that was against my hip on top of my sweater, warmer than his chest that was pressed up against mine.

Or tried since the gun was digging into us both.

He pressed forward and I heard a feral sound, "You don't know how long I have waited to do this, even since I saw your glorious arse at the fountain," he spoke his lips still against mine and then it happened so fast.

Our roles reversing.

He was on top of me, my left hand at the back of his neck, not gripping his head and smashing it against my knee, but pressing it closer to me as I opened my mouth in invitation for him to deepen the kiss. And he did.

It was then I realized there was another way to end someone's life. You could kiss them to death, but that should come with the caution that you would run out of breathe faster than them.

I hadn't even realized my eyes were closed till I felt his lips on my cheek, "Don't cry sweet-cheeks,"

I flinched when I felt his hand on mine moving agonizingly slowly down it till I heard the sound, he took the safety off.

"I'd rather lose to you, just do it," he murmured against me till his face was buried at the nape of my neck, I didn't want to open my eyes and stare into his brown eyes till his body went cold, he was like warmth saving me from the cold wind, like a blanket.

He pressed closer, "Do it, but make sure you don't miss I want to be the first person that you shoot in the heart,"

I nodded feeling his breathe send tickles, I had to do it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered before my hand tightened painfully as I pressed down and I closed my eyes harder trying to block out that painful sound that used to be a sweet melody.

I have to ask, Daniel orJax or Solo, Isandra needs no man

To be honest, the story has taken a life on its own, I know you're like the titles says she should be married to Jax, well no, the title does not say that. Most of you go for Jax only because he is mentioned in the Summary and he is royal, but that's not always the case. The title means a completely different thing and you'll find out at the end.

For now I am letting the story do it's own thing, I think this story has come out way better than what I originally planned. Her character has grown from the immature and funny girl we saw at the start to a more reserved inner self, you'll find out why. 

The girl she was when she was with Jax, and the girl she was when she was with Daniel are two different people, people change, and so do people in novels, that's what makes it so realistic at times.