I was in a hospital gown when I woke up, in a hospital bed, but not in a hospital room. The room was stunning, it had oak floors, a gorgeous wardrobe and chest of drawers, beautifully ornate curtains and pictures dotted the walls, and there was a huge brick fireplace in the middle with a mirror next to it. The sun was just setting in a warm, orange sunset, and I could hear the birds chirping and the sound of the water features in the garden, as the window was open, which also let in a slight breeze. I slowly got out of bed and went to the mirror, to see the damage that had been done. What first drew my attention was the bright green cast on my right arm. All over my body were half-faded bruises and cuts that were in the later stages of healing. I had a number of bandages all over me covering stitched up cuts, but they looked almost healed, like the stitches could come out in a day or two. My face wasn't even that bad. Previously it had been swollen beyond recognisability, but the swelling had gone, and all I was left with was some discolouration from the bruises and a couple of cuts halfway in-between being a cut and a scar. I must have been in some kind of coma for at least a week, based on the amount the cuts had healed.

I walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, wanting to get out of the hospital gown as soon as I could. I found some grey joggers, a white t-shirt and a blue hoodie. My phone, computer, weapons, or anything I had bought with me, wasn't anywhere in the room, so I needed to go look around the house. If I am still in Fabricio's house, they would probably be in his office, and I knew exactly where that was from the blueprints I once had. The door wasn't locked, so I opened it with ease. I walked through the hallways, up some stairs, until I finally found the door to his office. I wondered whether or not I should knock, but fuck it, I don't care, and I opened the door. There was Fabricio and some men I did not recognise all sat around his fireplace, above it the TV where I used to send messages to on my laptop. They all got up and looked at me, some with confusion, some with anger, Fabricio with a facial expression that I didn't know.

"Hello Phoebe," said Fabricio. Wow, I have been out cold for nearly a week, and they still haven't found out my real name.

"Where is my stuff?" I asked.

"Very demanding," he laughed, "come, sit." He gestured to one of the spare seats on one of the sofas.

"I'm okay standing. Can I have my stuff please?"

"We are in a meeting, just about to watch a little film. One of you and Vivaldo, would you like to stay and watch?" The words he said sounded evil, but his voice was genuinely asking, maybe concerned if I wanted to leave, in case it would be too much.

"Me getting tortured? My favourite type of film," I smiled, and sat down. All of the men watched me, and then watched the screen, playing back every punch, every kick, every cut. There were three things that stood out to me: I looked fit when I was being beaten up, I took every punch gracefully, as though it was a kindness, and I didn't flinch once, except a tiny one when they broke my wrist. I think the people watching also thought the same. Then then watched the CCTV footage of me when I killed Giovanni, again, I think they must have already seen this footage though. Once it was over, they all stared at me with intrigue in their eyes.

"The Thorned Rose..." one of them said. The man sat next to me grabbed my hand, complete adoration painted on his face and told me I was hand-made by the devil himself, but he said it in an adoring way. These men were odd.

"Fun film, but can I have my stuff now, I want to go home." They all watched me in silence as I got up, headed over to Fabricio's desk, checked the top right-hand drawer (a very obvious place to put important things, because it is the first one you go to usually) and grab my laptop, phone and purse. There were hundreds of missed calls, mostly from Nadia, many from my father or mother.

"The person being tortured was me, the person killing that man and stealing cocaine, that wasn't me. I don't know what kind of rose you are referring to, all of them have thorns don't they? I need to go, my boyfriend is probably worried about me, and I am fucking exhausted. Thank you so much for your hospitality, see you around," I turned on my heel and left the room, with everyone watching my every move until I was out of sight.

I headed downstairs and got to the kitchen, grabbing one of the kitchen knives and putting it in my pocket as I went, then went into the next room where there was Romeo, Mateo, Dimitri and Rico.

"Hey, Phoebe, what you doing?" asked Mateo.

"Going home, someone give me a car," I said, they all looked concerned.

"You should stay here for a bit," Dimitri tried to calmly say to me.

"Give me a car." I stated.

"Phoebe, please, just a couple of days," a voice from behind me spoke, I turned to see it was Fabricio.

"Just let me fucking leave," I started raising my voice.

"Calm down Phoebe," Rico said as he started walking towards me. I grabbed his arm, span him around, and held the kitchen knife to his neck, causing everyone on the room to suddenly be on edge and take a step back, except Fabricio, who kept stepping forwards.

"I swear to God if you take another step this guy's blood with stain your nicely decorated living room, just give me some fucking car keys," my voice was almost shouting now, and Fabricio stopped dead in his tracks.

"Phoebe, please, we're just trying to help," Romeo said, innocently, from the corner of the room.

"Phoebe isn't my fucking name, you're all fucking imbeciles. GIVE ME SOME FUCKING CAR KEYS!" I was shouting now and, for the first time in my life, I felt anger. Rico put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, I grabbed them and put them in my pocket, I noticed he had a gun in his waistband, so I took that. Then I jabbed him with the hilt of my knife, knocking him out. I walked towards the garage with my gun raised, and quickly got into a car. It was a stunning blue Porsche, with custom highlights. I opened my laptop quickly.

"Please still be connected," I begged, and thank the damn lords or whatever I was still connected to the system of the Russo's house. I clicked a button that opened the garage door and drove at speed. Anticipating they weren't going to open the gates for me, I clicked another button for them to open, and sped out, leaving the Russo's behind in the dust.

"Nadia, I'm being chased, this one is for real, I need a safe house or a car or something," I spoke clearly down the phone.

"Okay okay, go to the airport, there is a flight in an hour, as long as you get into the airport and get in a crowd, and through the security, you will be fine, relatively, but lose them first."

It was a street race, but I had to completely get rid of my opponent. I swerved quickly between the cars on the motorway, ditching quite a lot of the cars, who got stuck behind as they were trying to be polite, and also were shit drivers. There were two more. I took a road off the motorway and made a corner one of the cars just couldn't, and their car tipped over onto its side. The last car I ditched at a traffic light, and then sped off in such a way that he couldn't follow because he didn't see where I was, his fault for actually stopping at the damn traffic light.

As soon as I was on the aeroplane and I felt it go into the air, I breathed a sigh of relief. This was getting too common an occurrence and I didn't like it.

A truck with black out windows completely, met me at the airport, I jumped in and met Nadia. She handed me a new phone and laptop, and as we drove aimlessly around London, I transferred my data from my phone, again, and from my computer. We shot through the computer and phone, and then ran over them again. Instead of taking me home, Nadia took me to her apartment, which was extremely extravagant, like she was.

"No more jobs for a while, no more Thorned Rose for even longer, and for the time being, stay here. My penthouse is fully guarded and has a lot of security. You will be safe here. I am not going to let them get you," Nadia stated, and I agreed, "you haven't had a holiday or a day off since you started this job, just take a few days to yourself, then you can train again, but no murdering."

The next few days I felt the most bored I had ever been, but there was still so much to do, nothing excited me though. Nadia let me help her with some of the administrative stuff she did, but it was so damn boring seeing other people's kills, documenting it, ugh I don't even want to say exactly what I did because I am BORED already. Apparently, Fabricio, and the Russo's, have been searching for me. They went through every assassin agency they could and asked if any of them knew the Thorned Rose, or Phoebe Cardamom, but no one did. After a month of fuck all, there was a news story predicting I had died or something, because there was no trace of me, and I had stopped killing. I basically felt like I had died to be honest.