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

elaborate but he never did so I took that as my cue to drop the subject. It wasn't my business to do so and I didn't want to appear pushy.

The door of the living room opened slowly and Jakes head popped round. His eyes looked sleepy and his hair was sticking up in different directions. He wore black jogging bottoms that hung loosely on his hips. His white shirt clung to his arms showing off his strength and I couldn't help myself from gawking.

Even in the morning, this boy managed to look good.

"Morning," I smile at him, patting the seat next to me. He gave me a small smile in response, warily glancing between me and Tobias. Jealousy flashes through his eyes and I frown —

"What's going on here?" He asks me, his voice low and husky from sleep.

"Im watching a movie with Tobias." I respond, confused as to what he's implying. I sigh and push myself off the sofa, grabbing the bowl of popcorn with me as I do so.

"Tobias was keeping me company, I woke up a few hours ago," I explain, walking towards the door. I brush past Jake and head for the kitchen.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Jake replies, trailing after me. He pulls back one of the dining chairs and sits himself down. I place the bowl of popcorn onto the side and turn to face him.

"You weren't there when I woke up and it was early."

Jake ran a hand over his face, his eyes not quite meeting mine as he replied.

"I thought I'd take the spare room. I knew it was going to be a restless night and I didn't want to wake you."

I nod slowly, knowing me and Jake have lots to talk about. The police visit, DC Jones and the incident with Tobias. I sigh and tale a seat next to Jake.

"We need to talk Jake."

After a lengthy talk with Jake, he agreed not to lash out without knowing the truth again. The boys still didn't see eye to eye however Jake promised me he would act civil towards Tobias.

I pull on my high waisted jeans along with a white off the shoulder top. Next I decide to tackle my hair and instead of putting it up into a messy bun as I usually do, I let it flow down my back. After applying a little makeup, I feel content with my appearance.

My phone beeps, letting me know I've received a text. I decided to ignore it as I'm already running a little behind. I grab my belongings and head downstairs, ready for college.

Jake is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, just as he does every morning. He's wearing a white shirt, dark blue jeans and trainers. I laugh out loud, realising we're both matching.

A complete mistake but it's kind of cute. 

I smile at him and stand on my tiptoes, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Ready to go?" I ask him, my heart warming a little as he slides his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer.

"Ready when you are Muffin," he murmurs in my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt over my bare skin. I bite the corner of my lip to stop the smile from spreading right across my face. The boy made me happy, really happy. He opens the front door and gestures for me to walk ahead of him.

"You're such a gentleman at heart," I tell him over my shoulder, grinning as I walk out. He smirks back at me in response, blue eyes shining —

"Tell anyone and I'll kill you."

*****

"Emily, your phone is buzzing." Trish hisses at me whilst maintaining eye contact with Mrs Wilkins as she lectured us on our math exam results. Apparently we all did below her expectations and she wasn't happy.

"It's fine, it's on silent." I whisper back at Trish whilst doodling in the corner of my book. Trish pokes me in the ribs, signalling for me to check my phone and I sigh, pulling it out of my jean pocket. The screen flashes with five different text messages and I scroll through them, reading each one.

How's my little girl been doing?

Answer me when I ask you a question, little girl.

Did your mother never teach you not to ignore someone? It's very rude Emily.

Maybe I should teach you? Would you like that?

We'll be together soon Emily then we'll have all the time in the world.

My grip tightens on the phone as I read each message, the next one creepier than the last. I swallow the lump in my throat and ignore the chills running through my body.

DC Jones terrifying face flashes through my mind and I'd bet a million pounds it was him sending me these texts. I haven't heard from him in a while causing me to think he had crawled back underneath his rock somewhere. Oh, how wrong I was.

I turn my phone off and shove it into my pockets before focusing on class. I didn't noticed my hands shaking and Trish looks at me worryingly. I can feel her gaze burning into the side of my face. I look over to find Jake doing the exact same. He's leaning back into his chair, looking as bored as every other student in the classroom.

Mrs Wilkins monotone voice could put vampires to sleep during the night. His eyes fill with worry and concern as he notices the distress on my face.

"Whats wrong?" he mouths over to me silently. I shake my head, not wanting to get into it right now. No matter how hard I try, the daunting thought of DC Jones getting me 'alone' with him is all I can think about.

Who is he and what does he want with me?

Is he one of Trevor's allies in the police force?

How does he know my father?

I have too