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

and licking his lips. I do the same with mine, grateful for the cool juice travelling down my throat. I feel instantly refreshed and place it back down onto the table.

"What do you want to know?" Jones asks me, his voice low and deep, laced with amusement. I clench my jaw at the sheer cheek of this man.

"Who the hell are you to start off with?"

He is starting to anger me and I need some answers. My life seems to be one big messed up lie and the jigsaw was missing pieces, too many pieces.

Jones chuckles deeply at my question before he leans back, interlacing his fingers once again. I notice a dragon's head tattoo sneaking out from under his jacket on his wrist and he immediately pulled his sleeve down, keeping it hidden.

"You're not ready to know the answer to that question yet Emily. I will tell you soon though."

I let out a scoff, narrowing my eyes at him.

Is this man actually for real right now?

"I came here for answers! I don't want to play your games any longer." I spit back, wanting him to know I'm more than just a scared vulnerable little girl that he can manipulate.

"Whoever you are, I won't let you treat me like this! I've spent most of my life being pushed around and I won't stand for it anymore." I add, meaning every single word. Jones remains silent, listening intently before nodding. The corner of his lips turn down into a straight line and his face becomes emotionless, hard as stone.

"You've finally grown a back bone."

I sit back, frowning as I study him. Why does he act like he's known me my entire life?

"How long have you known me?" I ask desperately, my mind a jumbled up, confused mess.

"All your life."

His tone is blunt, dark eyes full of truth. My head reels from his answer and I lean backwards, finding it difficult to understand. I've never seen him before, never laid eyes on this man up until a few months ago.

"You're lying!" I snap back, my words shaking as I didn't know whether he's telling true or not. Is he lying? He sounds so certain.

My head throbs and I rub at my temples with my fingers, feeling light headed and dizzy from the conversation. I desperately search through my memories, trying to picture Jones' face again.

"You have to be lying," I whisper, shaking my head. My throat runs completely dry and I can feel my stomach twisting with knots. The pounding in my head increases and I let out a small groan, my hands tightening around my phone.

I glance up to find DC Jones watching me, a small smile playing on his lips as my vision began to blur.

The noise in the pub intensifies and soon enough it feels like the music was blaring straight out from my head, each beat stronger than the last. I groan again, my muscles instantly turning weak. My grasp on the phone loosens and it drops from my hold, landing on the floor. My eyes flutter closed but Jones' grinning smile flashes through my mind.

"What did you do?" I choke out before blackness invited itself inside my head. My body slumps forward, slamming straight onto the table in front of me. The glass shatters, piercing into my skin. Remnants of orange juice pours onto the floor and all that's left in the bottom is a powdery white substance.

"Goodnight Emily."

Chapter Thirty One - Howling caveman.

Jake's POV -

Harder, Faster, Stronger.

My fist collides with the bag once again, the force of the punch sending it flying backwards. Beads of sweat drips down my face and I focus on my breathing, keeping it steady and rhythmic. Each punch I lay into the bag causes one more worry to disappear for a few blissful seconds.

Emily's safety, punch.

Trevor, punch.

Amil, punch.

DC Jones, punch.

My knuckles sting painfully and I grab the bag with both hands, resting my forehead against the cool surface. My chest is rising heavily up and down and I breathe in deeply, ignoring the aching pain in my arms.

Pain is good.

Pain means progress.

Progress means I'm becoming stronger.

Becoming stronger means I can keep Emily safe.

That's all I want.

Her sweet face flashes through my mind and I smile, wiping the sweat off my forehead with my arm. I tear off my boxing gloves and chuck them to the side before grabbing my bottle and downing the liquid. I glance over at my phone that's on my dresser and frown, no texts.

Emily promised to text me once she was done shopping with Trish yet hours have passed. I shrug it off thinking girls will be girls, never get in between a girl when she's got her shopping head on.

Most of them wouldn't skip a heartbeat to trade you for a 50% off sale.

I grab my towel and head for the shower. I pass Tobias in the hallway and nod in his direction. Things between us were slowly becoming civil yet I still have problems with the guy that would never be solved. He crossed a line no brother should ever cross. I brush past him making sure I don't make eye contact as the last thing I want is to start a fight with him again. I've promised Emily I would try keep from punching his teeth out at every chance I got and I intend to stick with that promise.

I keep all of my promises.

*****

"Where is that lovely girlfriend of yours?" Aunty Myra asks me, pecking my cheek whilst shrugging her coat off. I jokingly wipe away the area she kissed, mocking disgust and Aunty Myra chuckles. I smile at her and shrug —

"She's out shopping with a friend but hasn't text me for hours."

I check my phone again. Nothing.

I frown and decide against ringing her. I didn't want