His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (each kindness read aloud TXT) 📗

away rapidly and clutch onto the fresh cocktail, taking another large gulp.

"Go easy on the drinks," Tobias says firmly, his hand shooting out and resting on my arm. His eyes look serious and I chuckle at him, rolling my eyes.

"I'm just having some fun!" I respond, downing my glass and wincing as a strong hit of alcohol burns the back of my throat.

"This is definitely not what Doctor Green ordered," I laugh loudly, leaving Tobias alone and heading into the crowd to try and find Trish. The music booms against my head and I feel the familiar light headed sensation fill my body as I sway slightly.

"God, I'm such a lightweight," I hiccup before elbowing my way through the crowd of sweaty bodies. I feel a hand grip onto my arm tightly and I spin round, ready to attack.

My eyes meet Tobias' stern dark brown ones and he raises his brow at me, identical to the way Jake does when he's shocked at my behaviour.

"Get off me Tobias," I slur, pulling my arm out of his grasp. Jake is the last thing I want to think about yet he's all I can think about. I grab Tobias's drink from him and lift it to my lips before chugging it all in one go.

"That's it, you're coming home." Tobias says seriously, his jaw clenched. I scrunch my eyebrows up and narrow my eyes at him —

"No I'm not. You can't tell me what to do Tobias," I say lightly before spinning on my heels and heading in the opposite direction. My vision begins to blur a little and the buzz in my head got louder, drowning out the deafening noise of people around me.

I flinch and lift my hand to my head, massaging my temple where a violent headache is beginning to form. I glance around for the exit and head for the doors, desperately needing air to clear my head. I push my way through crowds of people, muttering apologies before I finally reach the doors and step out, stumbling a little into the cold dark night.

"Are you alright love?" The bouncer asks me and I nod grimly before heading around the corner. I need to get some air, my lungs feel restricted and a sharp pain begins to find its way into my stomach. Right next to my wound, that stupid wound.

I grimace as my hand hovers over my stomach, right over the ugly scar it's left behind.

"Fuck them all," I murmur unhappily, leaning back onto the cold bricks.

Fuck the scar.

Fuck Jones.

Fuck Trevor.

And fuck Jake too.

You kind of already did the last one Emily. . .

My conscience reminds me exactly of what I did and I bit back a laugh at the irony.

"God, is this what's it's like to be drunk?" I groan as I try to make my way back to the club doors, my feet heading in completely different directions. I stumble on my heel and wobble a little, my hand shooting out to steady myself. Nothing is in reaching distance and I shut my eyes tightly, feeling myself tumble forward onto the floor.

I wait for the moment my body would smash into the cold slab floors but it never happens. Warm hands suddenly circle around my waist from behind and tug me upwards, causing my eyes to snap open. I see myself be pulled back from the ground and sigh in relief.

I turn to thank whoever it is that saved me from having a face that resembled mashed potatoes. My eyes fall on Tobias.

"Tobias to the rescue," I giggle at him and he shakes his head at me, his arms never leaving my waist.

"You're drunk," he states, his tone flat and I beam back at him.

"So? I'm having fun!" I respond, slapping his chest that is so close to me.

"Well, I was until I almost fell..." I add, scowling at the floors. I feel Tobias' hands loosen around my waist but he never lets go. I look down at them and frown.

"You can let go, I'm okay now," I reassure him and he nod: slightly before letting go, his hands dropping back to his sides.

"Did Jake leave you tonight?" Tobias asks me quietly and I feel my mood drop immediately, sadness filling my eyes. I lean against the brick wall and wrap my arms around my shivering body.

"Yeah."

"He's an idiot." Tobias says pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

"Don't call him an idiot," I respond quickly and Tobias shrugs —

"I call it how it is" he states and I raise my brow at him, watching as he takes a deep drag from his cigarette.

"So, how is it then?" I ask intrigued at what he thought about the whole situation between Jake and I. He's silent for a few minutes as he thinks intently about my question. Moments pass and he still hasn't replied —

"Well?" I ask impatiently and he smirks at me.

"You won't like the answer," he blows out smoke and turn towards me, his hair falling over his eyes.

"Tell me," I say firmly, keeping my gaze trained on him. He sighs deeply before standing up straighter and chucking his cigarette away.

"Jake needs to make a decision. You or the gang. . . He can't have both." He states and I feel my chest tighten at his words.

"He can't leave the gang," I say quietly and Tobias' eyes snap towards me, looking deeply into my own. He searches my eyes and finally nods, agreeing with me —

"Exactly," he mutters before turning around and walking away.

 

Chapter Fifty One - Reality or Imagination?

I bite my lip nervously waiting for him to answer. It's the fifth time I've rang him in the past hour, I need to speak to Jake and it can't wait.

"Hey, this is Jake's phone, leave me a mess -"