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

at Jones. He looked so at ease holding the gun as if he'd done it many times before and it just reminded me of how little I know about his gang.

"Thank you," he replies quietly, sensing my unease with the conversation. He stands up quickly and grabs one of the bags on the bed, pulling it closer to him. I know instantly this is his way of changing the topic so we won't have to discuss it.

"I . . . picked you up a few things." Jake smiles, pulling out a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. He drops them onto the bed before pulling out pyjamas and fluffy socks.

"I know how much you love your pyjamas."

I smile, realising he'd brought me everything I need to make my stay more comfortable.

"Last but not least . . . " Jake says slowly, dropping a massive jar of Nutella in my lap. I squeal in delight and throw myself at Jake, my smile wider than ever.

"Thank you! You thought of everything." I say gratefully, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls me in closer, arms enveloping me into a massive bear hug.

"Anything to make you feel better." He murmurs down my ear before pulling back. I smile at him, searching his ocean blue eyes and wondering how I ever got so lucky.

"You're so sweet, completely opposite to the moody Jake I first laid eyes on." I tell him. Jake rolls his eyes at me playfully —

"I'm not moody and don't call me sweet."

"You're sweet," I repeat, pecking his lips. He huffs and crosses his arms childishly before lunging for me. I squeal and backed away, falling onto my back. He's on-top of me in seconds, his hands holding my wrists loosely over my head.

"Say that again. . . I dare you." he whispers loudly, his eyes trained straight onto mine. I bite back a smile, butterflies fluttering away inside my stomach.

"You, Jake Melvin, are sweet."

Before he has a chance to reply, the door opens and the doctor walks in once again interrupting us. Jake and I both freeze, realising how the position we're in looks from the outside. I close my eyes and let out a low groan —

"It's not how it looks Dr Green."

He sighs heavily, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Get off her please Mr Melvin." His voice is stern and demanding. Jake rolls his eyes but does as he says and I immediately miss his warmth.

"Emily's health be a joke to you but she really must rest."

A switch flips inside Jake's mind and he tenses, his shoulders squared defensively. He turns to look at the doctor, blue eyes narrowed like thin slits of

steel.

"You think this is a joke to me? That my girlfriend got shot? I've been here with her every single day, this is no joke." He says bluntly, his words icy and cold. I lean forward and reach for his hand, knowing the doctor had tread on a sensitive subject.

The doctor appears taken aback at Jake's words and instantly looks apologetic —

"That's not what I meant Mr Melvin, I just — "

Jake cut him off, shaking his head.

"I don't care what you meant, you still said it. Emily means the world to me so don't you dare accuse me of taking this as a joke. We were just having fun. . . You should try it sometime."

With that, he turns and leaves the room, slamming the door as he goes. I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration, knowing he's hurt by the doctors words. How much has all this effect him? I'd never even stopped to ask. I shake my head at my own stupidity and turn towards the doctor —

"When can I go home?" I ask him and the doctor shuffles uncomfortably from the drama that had unravelled.

"That's what I came to tell you Emily. With some rest, you can go home in a few days. We can prescribe you pain relief if you need it."

I nod my head, grateful to finally see an end to my stay in hospital. I give the doctor a small smile —"Thank you Doctor Green, for everything."

*****

I glance at my phone, still no reply from Jake. Sighing I continue brushing through my wet hair, ready to let it air dry. It's amazing what a hot shower and new pyjamas can do to you. I feel like a clean newborn baby, reborn again.

I've just settled into bed, tucking the sheets on either side of me with a magazine and a hot chocolate when the door opens. I froze immediately and stare straight into his eyes.

Dark brown eyes.

Tobias' eyes.

"Tobias, hey." I say softly, placing the magazine back down. His eyes scan the room and his shoulders visibly relax as he takes a step inside and closes the door.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He says quietly, his words spoken in a low tone. Instantly memories begin flooding back to me, words I'm sure came from Tobias' mouth. I frown deeply, reaching up to rub at my temples.

No . . . Surely I'm wrong, confused even.

Maybe it wasn't Tobias but Jake speaking to me?

Confessing his feelings.

If I accuse Tobias of doing something he didn't do, I know Jake would never forgive him. It would completely ruin the relationship between them

both, maybe forever. I quickly decide to break the silence between us, the best thing to do is to not mention it at all. I have to make myself believe it wasn't real. It can't be, Tobias doesn't even like me.

"Feeling better," I breathe out quietly. He shoves his hands into the front pocket of his jeans and give me a small smile.

"You're finally awake." He responds, dark brown eyes lingering on me for a while. It's almost as if he's trying to figure something out . . . The action has me

confused even further