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

"So now we're gonna do the same to Amil and I'm going to love every second of it," Tobias chimes in, an evil glint in his eyes. He smirks at everyone and I watch as they all agree silently, nodding their heads.

"The only difference is he won't be breathing by the end of it." I mutter, my words dripping with hatred and revenge.

*****

"We'll see you in a few days."

They nod back at me as a sign of respect before leaving the house and shutting the door behind them gently. I yawned, stretching my arms over my head feeling my eyes grow heavy.

We plan for hours, talked through every last tiny detail. We talked about the what if's and consider every scenario and outcome. I've given each man a option to drop out at the end if they were having second thoughts and all four of them shake their heads, declining my offer.

Everything is ready and planned to take Amil down in a few days. I'd have to rest to make sure I'm up to it and ready which means getting enough sleep. I head for the stairs and turn towards Tobias —

"Night Tobias."

He turns towards me, his eyes red from lack of sleep. He gives me a small smile in return before replying softly —

"Night Jake."

I make my way to the room and shut it behind me, locking the door. My gaze lands on the bed and I remember the night I spent with Emily. I close my eyes and lean against the wall, remembering every last detail.

I feel myself stir inside my jeans and groan silently, cursing myself for thinking about her. When I'm with her, every kiss she gave me blew my mind, making me lightheaded and hazy. No other girl did that to me, no other girl made me feel the way she did.

I pull my phone out and glance at the time in the top corner, groaning as I realise it is three AM.

She's probably was fast asleep right now, her mouth parted slightly as she makes little sounds in her sleep that I find so adorable.

I take my chance and text her anyway, the empty feeling inside me increasing further and further.

I miss you.

I send the text and swallow the lump in my throat, feeling like a part of me is physically missing. My heart aches painfully for her and all I want is to have her back in my arms.

I instantly regretting sending her the text as I realise how weak I sound, so vulnerable. The grip on my phone tightens as I know it's been sent and I can't take it back. I breathe out deeply, annoyed at how she could make my feelings and emotions go up and down like a crazy roller coaster.

I pull my shirt over my head and step out of my jeans before walking towards my bed. I feel my phone vibrate in my hands and my eyes widen as I realise she's replied. I hold my breath as I read over the text, my heart doing somersaults over her reply.

I miss you too.

I lie down onto my bed, settling back into my soft covers. I write out a reply before deleting it and stare at the blank screen, not knowing what I should reply with. My fingers hover over my keyboard and I bite my lip before typing out a response quickly, forcing myself not to over analyse it.

I can't stop thinking about you or our night together.

I send the text and throw my phone down onto the mattress, silently wishing she wouldn't burn me back. If she did, I'd be grateful if she did it gently. There's something about late nights where you feel exhausted that turns you into an emotional mess.

Moments pass and I feel an uneasy feeling settle in my stomach. She's going to burn me down, she probably just doesn't know how to do it. My phone vibrates suddenly letting me know she's responded and I lung for it, turning it over to read her reply.

I don't regret it.

I breathe out the huge breath I'm holding and smile at the screen, feeling hopeful for the future.

Maybe it can happen again one day?

I send the text and realise once it's sent how suggestive it sounds. I slap a hand over my head and groan loudly. Now she'd think I'm only interested in her for sex, a booty call. I grab my phone and quickly type out another text, sending it within seconds.

I don't mean just for sex, I mean our relationship. I miss the relationship.

I panick and literally feel myself sweating as I wait for her reply, shaking my head impatiently. That's it Jake, you are never texting another girl after one AM ever again.

My phone buzzes and my eyes dart across the screen as I read her reply.

I miss you too, and maybe it can happen again one day... Both things.

I inhale deeply as I absorb her words, her suggestive words. She isn't exactly helping with my frustrating situation right now with texts like that. My heart skips a few beats as I know I haven't completely lost her, she misses me and she's also hopeful for the future. I make a promise to myself in that moment that I would try day and night to win her back. Once Amil was gone, I would do everything in my power to get her back where she belongs. With me. She's mine and I'm not prepared to let her go, ever.

My fingers hovers over the screen as I think about my response.

I liked both of them... A lot.

A small smile plays on my lips as I send the text, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Knowing Emily as much as I do, I doubt she would. A massive smile breaks out on my face as she replies within seconds