"Where are you driving us exactly?" he asked.

"I have some things to get too. Why? Did you think I was kidnapping you?" I laughed.

"No, although, I wouldn't mind." he smirked.

I laughed at him. "That's the kind of charm that got me into this mess." I glanced at him and he smiled back at me.

I pulled the car up at an alleyway, fumbled with my keys and took off the daisy keyring. "I'll only be a minute." I said before I got out of the car.

I walked up to it and opened it with the daisy keyring. I lifted up the chipped blue painted metal door and flicked the light switch on. I hadn't been here in months. Everything was exactly how I left it: Pictures, newspaper clippings and highlighted documents covered the back wall, a plastic garden table stood in the center of the small space. On the table was a pre-packed bag for emergencies like this one. I grabbed it, locked up and went back to the car.

"Where to now?" he asked.

"The seaside? It's full of little B&Bs, it'll be like finding a needle in a haystack there." He nodded at me in agreement and I started driving.

"So what's in the bag?" he asked curiously.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I smirked at him.

"Not so much a flower now are you?" he laughed.

"Have I disappointed you?" I asked half joking, half serious. The truth was I didn't know where I stood with him. Yes, I'd come back to save him, but it wasn't like he needed me.

"Of course not." he said firmly.

I put the radio on and we listened to it for the rest of the way. I was exhausted by the time I pulled up. I parked in a multi-story car park so it was out of sight even if it did cost an arm and a leg.

We got set up at a B&B before I dragged him shopping. We couldn't be hiding out in a flower dress and a freaking suit. We both stood out like a sore thumb.

I dressed in grey cropped hoodie with black jeans and a burgundy beanie with a fluffy Pom Pom on it. He was dressed in a burgundy jumper, black jeans and a stupid body warmer type jacket that he insisted on.

We walked along the seafront to our B&B before getting chips and heading inside.

I locked the door and laid on the bed. "Can you help me get these off please?" I moaned at him.

He watched me struggle to get them off and laughed at me. So I threw the pillow mint at his chest. "Okay, point taken." he grinned at me like a cheshire cat.

He pulled them off and extended his arm to hand them to me. I grabbed it and pulled him onto the bed in the space next to me.

"I haven't had this fun in forever." I laughed.

"You call this fun?" he asked frowning slightly.

I rolled onto my side to face him. "Aside from all the shit that's happened, I'd say so."

"You're peculiar." he brushed my cheek with this hand gently. I grazed my bottom lip with teeth.

"You're a man to be reckoned with." I changed the subject. "I should have timed how little time it took you to take down a guy. That's impressive." I raised my eyebrows. He moved his hand from my face.

"Three." he corrected me.

"Jesus Christ." I cursed. Let's be honest, if god was real, he wasn't going to help me after the sins I've committed.

He gently moved his hand over my side until he settled on my waist. "Why did you give up your life for me?" he asked softly.

"It wasn't much of a life." I sighed.

"I'm not much of a man." he replied, dragging his thumb back and forth across my skin.

"I doubt that."

"What do you know about me?" he questioned me with caution in his voice.

"I read your file. Paraguay, Hungary, South America and here of course." I answered.

He nodded and went to pull away from me, but I didn't want him to. Yes, I knew the things he had done, but I wasn't going to see him any differently. He'd shown me beyond my own belief that what he had done didn't define him as a person.

I placed my hand on his arm and pulled myself closer to him. He gazed into my eyes as I watched him, I studied him, his little movements and his eyes that told a story without a word being said. I knew that they'd witnessed a world of violence and hate, but they weren't poisoned by it yet. They were still the eyes of the little boy who grew up in a little town.

"Still, you could have killed me and gone back to a life without a death threat on your head." he uttered quietly, softly with a kind of warmth.

"I could have never." I whispered back. Our eyes darted at each other in between flickering to each other's lips until we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

I jumped up, wrapped a blanket around me, grabbed a knife from my bag and held it behind my back as I carefully opened the door. I was ready for an attack, ready for anything that could have been waiting behind the door for me. My heart beat fastened at the possibilities.

"Hey darling, I've got your towels here." The older lady said as she peered over the tall pile of towels that she was holding in front of her.

"Oh, thank you lovely." I said, relieved that it was only her. I took them off of her and went back inside locking the door behind me.

"Well, that had my heart racing." I laughed. I sat on the bed next to him.

"Daisy?" he asked softly, resting his hand on mine.

I flicked my attention down to his hand and back to his sweet eyes. "Yes." I frowned a little, unsure of what he was going to say.

"Who are you?"

At this point, I didn't bloody know.