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

eye's at him and sat back down on the arm chair, my body protesting in pain.

"Where did you go Jake?" I asked groaning from the slightest movement.

"Here and there," he replied, sitting up. He stretched his arms out and placed them behind his head casually. I glared at him and he held his hands up in surrender —

"I had a work thing with a few buddies, okay?"

"Whilst you were gone, the police decided to show up." I said quietly. His eyebrows raised and he sat up straighter, intrigued. "The police? What did you say?"

"Your mum gave us an alibi."

Jake grins from my words before leaning back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He let out a low breath, a wide smile on his face.

"I'm going to pay for that tomorrow but fuck, she's a great Mum."

"I agree she is." I nodded, my voice still heavy with sleep. Jake briefly glanced at me before holding his arms out. I stood up, wincing a little and climbed into Jake's lap, my arms wrapping around his neck. His scent was like a comfort to me and I didn't bother hiding the fact that I was inhaling his scent deeply. Jake didn't seemed to mind and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tighter. He placed a small kiss on top of my head —

"Thanks Muffin," he whispers gratefully and I mumble a response, letting him know it's okay.

The past few weeks have been a complete rollercoaster but something tells me the ride isn't over yet. . . It's only just started.

"Jake?"

"Yeah Emily?"

"The man who chased me in the park is the police officer who showed up here tonight." I reveal, unable to believe it myself.

"Really?" Jake asks his brows shooting up. I nod quickly —

"He's also been sending me creepy text messages." I mumble, shifting uncomfortably on Jake's lap. He pauses, freezing underneath me. I feel his warm fingers grasp hold of my chin gently, turning it towards his direction. His face is emotionless, eyes darkening by the second and a small shiver travels down my spine.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jake asks me, dark eyes searching mine. I felt my throat dry out and I shrugged in response —

"I thought it was a prank, I didn't know it was anything serious. If I knew it was him, I would have told you." I say honestly. Jake sighs deeply, running a hand over his face.

"Promise me something?" He says firmly and I nod my head, signalling for him to continue. His blue eyes soften, features relaxing as a hand snakes round my back.

"Next time, you tell me everything that happens. The smallest detail, okay?"

I nod because I know it's what he does. He's over-protective and fiercely loyal. I take hold of his hand, intertwining my fingers through his long warm ones.

"I promise."

A small silence settles upon us and I steal a glance at Jake to find him watching out intertwined hands. I smile at the sight of it before realising I should probably tell him everything I know about DC Jones.

"His name is DC Jones. Ive never seen or heard from him before except for the incident at the park and the text messages." I add, shuddering as I remembered his dark cold stare. Jake's body immediately tenses up and his eyes flash cold at the mention of the name.

"Jones?" he repeats angrily and I nod, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.

"Do you know him?" I ask, surprise lacing my words.

"It's a long story Emily," Jake mutters unhappily, taking out his phone from his pocket. I stand from his lap and he immediately rises too, pressing buttons on his phone. He turned around without another word and walks out, holding the phone to his ear as it rings. I could hear Jake's muffled voices talking with someone on the other end of the phone. He sounds annoyed and his voice raises slightly as he yells to the person on the other end.

Suddenly he silences and I hear him slap his phone down onto the counter in frustration. He walks back into the living room tugging at his hair. I stand up, walking towards him with a worried expression.

"What's wrong? Tell me Jake." I said eager to know.

After all, it does involve me.

"He's trouble Emily, he used to be part of our gang. He's a corrupt officer but we'd always be one step ahead of the police with Jones being one of us."

I nodded, showing him I was listening. Jake sucked in a breath before carrying on —

"One day some stuff went down between the police and us. Jones ended up shooting Amil instead of helping him, he was hospitalised, almost died and then imprisoned for a couple of years. After that, as you can imagine, Amil has always had it in for him. He betrayed the gang, the worst possible thing you can do. Amil doesn't take betrayal well."

Jake finished and I take a second for all the information to register. My mind is so confused with all the information but it strangely makes sense.

"So where do I come into this?" I ask still confused over that part.

"That's the thing, I don't know myself." Jake replies equally as confused. He paces the room walking back and forth before turning back to me —

"Have you ever seen him before?"

I shake my head. Jones is someone I'd definitely remember. You don't forget a face like that quickly.

"I actually have no idea what he wants with you." Jake mumbles after a few minutes. He tug at his hair, taking a seat on the sofa. His brows are creased with frustration, worried frown lines on his forehead.

"When did he first get in contact with you Muffin?" Jake asked, pulling me gently towards him. I remember the phone call I'd received months