His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (ebook reader library TXT) 📕

and instantly drop, their hands covering their heads. Others stand rooted to the spot in fear, staring with their mouths wide open at the men with the guns.

"GET DOWN!" The main leader of the masked men screams, walking forward threateningly with his gun raised high. He's the biggest from the group, his shoulders wide and his build heavy. The others seem to move on his command, watching his every step.

He clutches his gun tightly and raises it to the remaining crowd who stand shaking in their trainers and heels. They immediately drop to their knees and whimper in complete fear.

Images of Jones stood with his gun pointing towards me flash through my mind and suddenly I'm back in that room again, chained to that bed. My lungs tighten as Jones hand wraps around my neck, forcing every breath out of my body. I wheeze and slap my chest, forcing myself to breathe normally. In the distance somewhere, I hear Andy's familiar voice but I can't make out what he's saying.

My vision is blurred and all I can see is black figures holding murderous weapons surrounding me. Eventually they all blur into one, their guns standing out intimidatingly.

"GET DOWN OR I'LL SHOOT!"

The voice is so close yet seemed so far away from me chained up to that bed. I'm alone in the house, alone with no-one but Jones.

"Down!"

I feel myself be pushed down to the ground by my hands and Andy's fearful expression flashes in front of my face. His arm comes over my back protectively as I shiver on the cold club floor, my knees wobbling unsteadily.

"Do what they say Emily," he whispers in my ear yet all I can hear is Jones' voice. Footsteps surround me and more black figures but I can't concentrate on them. My lungs are tightening further and the sound of gunshots fill my ears, making me rock back and forth.

Tears spill down my cheeks and my hand presses further into my wound until I can feel the pain flare through my stomach. My eyes are trained on the floor and I don't dare blink or move an inch incase I cause another gunshot to go off in my head.

Whether it's in my head or actually happening in reality is unconfirmed. I whimper loudly and feel Andy's arm tighten, pulling me closer to him.

He isn't enough, I don't need a stranger.

I need Jake.

Chapter Fifty Two - Obey the orders.

My breathing eventually calms down as I curl up on the dirty club floor as small as I can possibly make myself. My hand is holding onto Andy's and I can feel him shaking vigorously, his eyes trained on the floor whilst the men with the guns step over us threateningly.

I give his hand a reassuring squeeze and he smiles grimly at me, his eyes widening as a black foot steps in front of us. I suck a deep breath in as I feel him looming over us, the presence of his gun filling the air.

"Hurry up Boss, we haven't got much time." He speaks quietly, his tone icy and dangerous. I hear the tills open and bottles of alcohol smash to the floor next to the bar causing everyone on their knees to whimper loudly.

"Shut up! Everyone put your hands on your head where we can see them!" Another voice booms out and everyone instantly responds, listening to his command. I place one hand on my head whilst my other holds Andy's. I'm not going to let go of his hand especially when I know how terrified he is.

You never know real terror until the barrel of a gun is staring at you, threatening to take your life away. You don't know how precious your life is until you can feel it slipping away, drop by drop of blood.

I hold onto his hand tighter and watch as two black feet stand directly in front of me. I don't dare raise my head and I will him to walk away, let me have some sort of reassurance.

"Drop his hand and put it on your head!" He screams, leaning down into my ear. I jump out of my skin, his voice booming down my ear. My lungs tighten once more and I grit my teeth in anger, clinging onto Andy's hand like my life depends on it.

His desire for fear reminds me of Jones.

I turn my head, my eyes burning with hatred and meet them with green ones. The dangerous sparkle in his eyes only seems to deepen as he takes in my confidence. He chuckles quietly —

"Got some courage, haven’t you?”

"More than you will ever have, you're a coward for hiding yourself." I spit back at him, my voice coming out hateful and disgusted. He blinks and his face snaps backwards before one hand rises slowly and he wipes away the spit off his black face mask in slow motion. He tuts loudly and shakes his head —

"You really shouldn't have done that," he whispers icily, his tone threatening. My heart starts beating faster at his words but I force myself to hold eye contact with him. The last thing I want is to show him I'm scared.

He stands up back onto his feet slowly and I breathe out the breath I'm holding, letting my lungs finally relax. His hand suddenly shoots out and he grabs me by the scuff of my neck, forcing me to my feet. My hand is ripped away from Andy's and my knees shake in fear causing me to lose my balance if it wasn't for his tight hold. I watch emotionless as his face closes in on mine until he's inches away from me.

"You're a pretty girl, aren't you?" He sneers, his eyes taking me in from head to toe.

"Get off me!" I spit back confidently and his eyes widen in surprise for a split second. I'm