With a threat growing in the shadows, Lieutenant Drew "Daisy" Farrell is sought out for TF141, an elite squad of soldiers trained to deal with the world's most serious threats. The transition onto the team goes smoothly, except for the animosity bet...
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Trigger Warning: This chapter has minor sexual assault (kissing), but nothing explicit past that.
With that being said, there IS a very clear power imbalance throughout this that could make readers uncomfortable. Please skip to the end of the chapter and take care of yourself if you cannot read <3
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Needless to say, she didn't sleep.
And of course the knock at the door that roused Dante came much sooner than she'd hoped. Although as he stood, he didn't even glance in her direction before making his way to the door.
Words exchanged in a foreign language meant she couldn't follow the conversation, but when he shut the door, he finally looked at her.
"How did you sleep?"
The question nearly felt like a slap to the face.
"Didn't."
He hummed, looking away and moving to the closet again. Her nerves were on edge every minute that passed as she sat, but he didn't emerge. He must have been gone forty minutes when he finally re-emerged freshly shaven and dressed in a suit.
His cologne reached her before he did, and she watched him with indignation as he grabbed the chain and unlocked it. It slipped from her cuffs as he tugged her arm, pulling her off the bed and toward the door, and like the night before, she was greeted by guards, only their guns were held at ease.
They stopped without warning and Dante opened a door, gesturing her into the two-piece bathroom.
She sent him an annoyed look. "I'm gonna need my hands."
The slimy smirk that came to his face made her stomach turn, then his hands attached to the front of her pants.
"Don't—" she argued, trying to step back but being caught where he had hold of her belt loops.
"Those cuffs aren't coming off your wrists, so I either help you here, or I come in with you."
She glared viciously as he undid them before releasing her, finally giving her leeway to retreat into the bathroom. Her foot knocked the door shut and she spun, managing to lock the door before her shoulders relaxed.
