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

eyes shine brightly at me and it warms my heart to see him so genuinely happy.

"You're pressing against me," he murmurs quietly, desire lining his voice. I chuckle, watching as his eyes turn a shade darker as they drift over body and bare legs.

I lean upwards on my tip toes and press my lips against his once again, making up for lost time. He has the exact same idea as I feel his hands grip onto my waist and he yanks me up so I can wrap my legs around his mid section. I pull back from his kisses, breathing heavily as I feel him harden against the top of my thigh.

"Put me down, I don't want you hurting yourself anymore than you are." I breathe out, smacking his shoulder lightly. He scoffs at my words, his features looking hurt.

"You don't think I can carry you? Give me some more credit than that."

"Sorry," I respond, nibbling on his bottom lip apologetically.

"You've lost weight Muffin," he murmurs worriedly, his free hand running across my spine. I nod sadly, my hair falling over my face.

"Do you care?" I ask him nervously, biting my lip and he shakes his head, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Of course not, you'll always be beautiful to me," he whispers, ducking his head down so he can press kisses along my neck. I smile warmly at his words and arch my body up, giving him more access to my neck. He places me down on to the bed gently before climbing on top of me, his lips never leaving my body.

"Jake. . . " I breathe out.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." He chuckles. I roll my eyes at his sarcastic remark and pull his head down, letting my tongue explore his mouth. A knock on the door both snaps us out of it and I spring back away from Jake. He groans loudly as my hand leaves him and he stands to his feet, running a hand over his face.

"This better be fucking good!" He yells at the door, pulling over a shirt quickly. I bite back a laugh, watching as he walks to the door. He mutters curse words underneath his breath before turning back to me —

"I swear to God if this isn't good, I'm going to break his legs," he says moodily and I giggle at his childish behaviour. The door opens and Jake leans against it, his hand resting on the door knob.

"What T?" He snaps and I hear Tobias huff on the other side at Jake's tone.

"Amil's downstairs." I hear Tobias say quietly on the other side, his voice low and firm. I feel myself freeze up in fear noticing how Jake's back had also tensed, his shoulders squaring up defensively.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Jake growls quietly, the icy sharp tone in his voice crystal clear.

"He wants to talk to us... Both." Tobias replies before Jake nods silently.

"I'll be down in five, does he know?" Jake asks and I frown at their conversation.

Did Amil know what?

I hear Tobias muffle a 'no' from the other side before Jake shut the door softly, breathing heavily against it. He turns around, his eyes landing on me.

"Emily, if things sound like they are going bad, lock this door and do not let anyone in here. Do you understand?"

I nod, gulping as I notice how serious Jake is right now, his expression grim. He breathes heavily and turns to find a shirt from his closet.

I watch as he reached up to grab something from the boxes stored in his wardrobe. My eyes widen as my eyes fall on the small black object in his hand, a gun. Jake turns and notices the expression in my eyes before he sighs deeply, running a hand over his face in distress.

"Muffin, it's for my protection. I won't shoot it unless I have to, it's me or him." He explains, putting the gun inside the waistband of his shorts. I nod silently and he gives me an apologetic look, walking over to me. I remain silent as he places a soft kiss on my lips before heading for the door. He turns and gave me one last look, his eyes turning shades darker.

"I love you Muffin," he says quietly and I feel my chest tighten in fear as a bad feeling settles in my stomach.

"I love you more Jake," I respond quietly, watching him open the door and disappear behind it.

Chapter Sixty Five - Is this the end?

Jake's POV -

I tense my shoulders defensively as I push back the living room door, instantly meeting eyes with Amil. His dark eyes hold humour as they drift down my body and up again.

"You look well," he breaks the silence, sarcasm lining his voice.

"Why are you here?" I ask him, taking a step forward. I notice the two men on either side of him walk forward, protecting Amil. I glance at both of them, scoffing —

"You think if I wanted to beat you, these two kids could stop me?" I threaten quietly and Amil smirks, shaking his head slowly.

"No I don't. . . Take a seat boys," Amil commands and they instantly sit down, their postures tense as they both glare at me.

"Why are you here?" I repeat, my voice rising slightly. Amil remains silent and circles the room, inspecting it. My eyes follow him everywhere he goes and I notice Tobias stood behind me, his presence now also in the room.

"Can a boss not come to see how his favourite worker is doing, hmm?" Amil says smoothly, running a finger along the furniture before inspecting it and wiping it against his jacket with a look of disgust on his face.

"You've never bothered before," I snap back, narrowing my eyes at his behaviour.

What game is he playing?