His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) SAKINA HUSSAIN (short novels in english .TXT) 📖

my bedside drawer and getting out everything I need. I start working on her knees, clearing up the blood and bandaging them. She must have fell on a shard of glass as the cut she had on her leg isn't just a small graze.

I finally wrap the last bandage before securing it with tape and my fingers linger on her soft skin before I hastily removed them, my heart clenching tightly.

She's not yours Tobias.

I remind myself of the same thing every single day. The question I keep asking myself is whether she'll still be Jake's once she wakes up?

I know everyone has a limit.

Tonight, Jake had pushed past Emily’s.

 

Chapter Fifty Five - The consequence.

Jake’s POV -

Punch.

I groan as he lays into me harder, his fists colliding hard with my face and stomach. He shakes his fist from the force of his punch, bouncing backwards on his heel, his adrenaline blowing through the roof.

My swollen face looks up into Amil's, seeing the anger vibrating off him. I can barely see out of my right eye and the longer I go without putting ice on it, the smaller it got.

"You fucked up Jake!" He yells for the millionth time in the past hour. My head turns to the right and I sneer at Amil's brother. He owns the house I escaped to, instantly ringing Amil to fill him in on what was going on. He was a coward and sat back whilst Amil bought in the money for his greedy, power fuelled family.

Amil's brother gulped at me, the fear clear in his eyes no matter how much he tried to mask it. I know fear, I can smell fear. Amil was the one who taught me that.

"Son of a bitch!" He yells, punching me once more in the side of my head. My face automatically swings to the other side, the muscles in my neck throbbing from the sudden quick blow. I clench my jaw tightly and force myself to stay silent. This is all my own fault, this is what happens when you mess up in the gang.

"You almost got us caught!" He rants, throwing his arms up in the air whilst pacing the room. I keep my eyes trained on the floor, my head spinning from the battering he'd given me. I can feel myself shutting down slowly but I know he wouldn't kill me, I'm too valuable to him.

My temples throb painfully and blood trickles down my bruised face from my skull where he'd smashed my head open.

"Why Jake? Why?!" He shouts, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look him in the eyes. His eyes are dark, full of danger and power. I look back at him emotionless, my eyes empty. I've often stood watching as he did this to other gang members, the only difference is that I'm on the receiving end of his violence.

"Why?!" He hisses at me loudly, his spit landing on my cheek and sliding down. I clench my jaw tighter and Amil's eyes turns from angry to amused knowing he's winding me up. If I could hit him back, I would have but considering I'm tied to the wall with thick ropes, I don't really have much of a choice.

"Speak!" He commands me, slapping my face, the sting pulsing through my cheeks. His brother tuts from the other side of the room, shaking his head and I fight to hold back the growl I so badly want to let go.

I watch Amil's chest rise and fall heavily, his breathing finally settling back to normal. I blow out an imaginary sigh of relief, knowing he's calming down. He pulls something out from his jacket and I immediately snap my attention to it, narrowing my eyes so I can see it clearer. My vision is blurred therefore completely failing me.

He walks up to me, grabbing my face and pointing the barrel of his pistol into my cheek, twisting it hard. So that's what he's holding. . .

I'm no stranger to having a gun pointed at me however when it's your deranged gang leader holding the pistol, fear immediately settles into your stomach.

"Amil, please." I whisper quietly, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I turn my mouth and spit a huge amount of blood onto the floor.

"You bastard, don't spit on my floors!" His brother pipes up from behind Amil. I clench my jaw tighter before turning my head and spitting again, the clump of blood landing next to the previous one. I turn, smirking at him as his eyes widen in disbelief.

Amil shakes his head, chuckling dangerously quietly. His shoulders tense up and I freeze, feeling the bile rise to the back of my throat.

"I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of Melvin..." He drifts off, his eyes shining with sick humour. I watch helplessly as he lifts his gun at my head before aiming.

"Amil, don't do this," I beg him, the blood forming back up into my mouth. I need to spit or else I'll choke on my own blood.

"Please" I gurgle, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head. Emily's face flashes through my head and I whimper, letting my head hang low. I'd seen the fear in her eyes tonight, she was scared of me, of what I am.

Maybe I'm better off dead.

Maybe she would be better off with me dead. Safe. She doesn't deserve to be mixed in with a world like this, she's too innocent. Too pure.

"Just do it." I spit out, feeling relieved to be able to breathe once more, even if it was only for a few more mere seconds. I stare him down with the only eye that I can force open and Amil lowers his gun, his chest heaving with his deep breaths.

"Fuck up once more and you're dead," he spits out, chucking his gun to the floor