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

so over people who want to hurt me, people who thrive on hurting others. In my eyes, I've come face to face with the devil himself, Jones and I've lived to tell the tale. I'm not scared anymore, I refuse to be.

"Problem over there?" One of them asks him and I watch as green eyes stares me down, the fire in his eyes burning brightly.

"There won't be in a minute." He replies back angrily before dragging me up further and pulling me through the crowd. I wince from the pain he's inflicting on me but allow him to drag me to the front by the club doors. As we pass terrified clubbers curled up on the floor, his foot shoots out and kicks them hard.

"Stop that! Stop kicking them!" I yell, shoving him with my hands. He drags me to the front and throws me to the floor, causing me to land hard on my knees. I feel the skin on my legs graze against the floor, the fresh cuts burning from the sudden pain.

"Stand up!" He barks at me and I pause for a second, closing my eyes before standing uneasily on my heels. The scene in front of me is heartbreaking. Dozens of people lay on the floor, their hands shaking above their heads. Four men holding pistols supervise them, walking threateningly forwards and backwards making sure no-one steps out of line. I look up to find the main leader of the gang raiding the till and rushing through to the back doors where the offices are.

Tears prick my eyes as I stand there, my knees bleeding and my clothes crumpled from being dragged.

Whoever these people are, I hate them.

Green eyes walks around me slowly, his eyes leering as he drinks in my body. His pistol is raised high in his hands and he presses it against me tightly as he walks around me in a circle. I breathe in sharply as I feel his gun trace over my bandages, the area where a bullet had pierced not too long ago.

"Don't."

My tone is shaky, displaying my fear. The second the tip of the gun touches my bullet wound, my confidence shatters. Everything I went through with Jones runs through my mind and I could feel the pain invade my heart.

"Ah! Finally. . . " He hisses, pressing his gun into my stomach further. He twists it tightly into my skin and I scream in pain, my knees buckling to the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the main leader stop what he's doing.

He appears taken aback before he finally snaps out of it, walking towards me and Green eyes. I shake in fear as he comes closer, the aura around him terrifying. I shut my eyes tightly and instead pray silently to whatever God that is listening to me right now.

I didn't died before but there was no chance I'd be twice as lucky.

I open my eyes slowly, tears spilling down my cheeks as the main leader stands in front of me, his presence invading all my senses.

"Get up," he says quietly, his voice firm and full of authority. I do as he asks, my body shaking uncontrollably. I stumble a little on my feet but finally stand up, my head hanging low. I hide behind my hair like a terrified little girl, his body an inch away from mine. I can only see his chest, covered with black clothing to protect his identity.

Moments pass and I notice his chest rising heavily up and down. Is this the moment he kills me?

I shut my eyes and think of everything that brings happiness to my life.

Jake, Ivory, Trish, Tobias, The Big Bang Theory, cheese pizza, Nutella...

"Open your eyes."

I obey his order, opening my eyes slowly and lifting my head. I expect to find myself staring down the barrel of a gun but what I do find myself looking at is something I never expected.

In that second my heart completely stops beating as I look into familiar blue eyes. A pained gasp escapes my mouth as I feel my heart rip away from my body.

All along he was closer to me than I thought.

Jake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Fifty Three - Torn.

Jake's POV-

I stop breathing when I look into her terrified eyes as recognition flashes through them. Her scream fills the room and my bad boy front completely crumbles to the ground. My hands releases my gun and it shatters to the ground, bouncing before it eventually lies still.

"Boss, are you alright?"

I vaguely hear the unstable voices of my team around me, their eyes widening in confusion as they stand there, unsure of what to do. My eyes never leave hers and she reaches up, tears spilling down her cheeks.

My jaw tightens as she takes my face mask off and I watch her lip tremble before her legs give out and she falls to the floor.

It finally happened... She knows what I am.

"Your mask!"

"Run!"

"Let's get out of here!"

My team scurry around me and Gregg picks Emily up off the floor by the scuff of her neck. He drags her like she's nothing and I finally snap out of my daze after hearing her whimpers of pain.

"Get off her!" I yell, lunging for Gregg. He immediately drops Emily and backs up into the club wall, sending a table toppling over. Glasses smash to the floor, covering me in alcohol. I hiss and grab his throat, pushing him further into the wall, smashing his body against it. His eyes widen in fear —

"Boss, what are you doing?!" He yells in my face and I sneer at him, my fists flying out and smashing into the side of his skull, silencing him. My chest rises heavily as