All Chapters of Shy: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

"So I broke down and Rob even hugged me," I said, finishing telling Blake what had happened with Rob last night. "He never hugs me.""You never cry," Blake pointed out. "There's a first time for everything.""True," I murmured."Why did we come to your room?" Blake grumbled and fidgeted on the bed. "Your bed is tiny.""You carried me here, don't complain," I said.Blake shrugged and rolled over, wrapping his arms round me and pulling me to his chest. "We have to get up soon," he grumbled."I've got to be at the Agency at 1pm," I sighed and squirmed when Blake traced my tattoo on my side with his nail."Ticklish?" Blake smirked and I slapped his hand away."Stop it," I scowled. I squealed when Blake dug his fingers into my sides and his hold on me stopped me from getting away. "Stop it!" I yelled and Blake laughed. "Blake, you asshole! I hate being tickled.""Oh, I know," Blake said and suddenly my door flew open and I yelled in shock when Mason appeared at the door."Mason!" I shouted

I had showered, washed my hair and changed into a pair of ripped boyfriend jeans and a cropped grey tshirt. I stuffed my bare feet into a pair of black Converse and ran my fingers through my damp hair. I could hear talking downstairs and I looked at my door. I had to go downstairs anyway as it was nearing 1pm so I couldn't get told off for it.I grabbed my khaki jacket that was hanging up on the back of my door and walked out, heading downstairs to where all the guys where. I sat down on the last step and rested my chin on my hands, watching the guys in front of me.Joey was seated on the sofa with Erik and Oli on either side of him. It made sense, they were the nicest and calmest out of everyone.Carter was next to Oli and the rest of the guys were standing up, looking at Joey who was being spoken to by Adam. Eli however was leaning against the wall next to the stairs, scrolling through his phone with a blank expression.He regarded me with a look when I sat down and I didn't pay him

I looked at Rob when the phone rang. "Rob," he said and listened to whoever was on the other end. "He's awake? Stable? Good. Keep me updated on his progress." Rob slammed the phone down and I raised my eyebrows."Who was that?""Medical," Rob said and I paused the video of a debrief on the laptop. "Hampson is awake and is stable.""Oh," I said. "Good. Speaking of Hampson, why the hell was he shot in the first place?""The mission went wrong.""Yeah, no shit," I scoffed and ignored Rob's stern look. "How?"Rob gritted his teeth and sighed. "There's a criminal organisation that is set on taking us down. Somehow they found out about the mission and sabotaged it.""What the hell? That's impossible. We're a secret. Invisible. No one knows about us," I frowned."They do," Rob scowled. "We've taken out a lot of their assets and they aren't happy.""We have a leak," I said. "That's the only explanation for information getting out."Rob shook his head. "They hacked into one of our servers. The

"Daisy," Blake whispered. "You awake?""No," I grumbled and Blake chuckled, shutting his door behind him and crawling onto his bed."Food's downstairs," he said into my ear and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest."Not hungry," I sighed and cuddled up to him."You need to eat.""Not hungry," I repeated and Blake played with my hair."How you feeling?" Blake asked."Wonderful.""I'm sorry," Blake sighed. "I'm sorry you hate it here.""I don't hate it here, I hate the Agency," I mumbled. "I don't mind it here with you guys, minus a few exceptions."Blake chuckled. "Daisy, you're not heartless," he said after a silence. "I know you think you are because you don't feel guilty about killing people, but you're not. You care. When it matters you do. That one little boy shouldn't put you off.""It was horrible seeing him," I whispered. "Guilt is horrible.""I know.""I hate not feeling guilty, but then I hate feeling it at the same time," I said with a sarcastic laugh. "That

"Daisy, how are you?" James asked as I sat down on his sofa in his office."Bored," I stated. "Can we speed this up a little bit so I can go home?""How are you feeling now that you know you're going to get your freedom back?" James asked."I wouldn't go as far as to call it freedom," I said and rolled my eyes. "More like observed captivity.""You're not captured, Daisy," James frowned."But I'm not free to leave the confines of this town am I?""Not until we know you will come back.""And when will you know that?""Judging by your commitment to the Agency," James said and rolled his eyes. "I think you know the answer.""But I want to know what you think.""At this moment in time I believe we will never be able to trust you," James shrugged."I'm sure that's exactly what Rob wants to hear," I said sarcastically."How is living with your new housemates, Daisy?""Great.""Drop the sarcasm please, Daisy," James said. "I want an honest answer.""I want to kill Emma, shoot Dante, occasiona