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

is still pounding and my eyes are persuading me to close them but I can't, not now.

The door rattles once more before everything grows silent. My heart drops as I hear footsteps retreat, they were leaving. I whimper again, the hope in me fading away just like their footsteps.

"That's right, go away." DC Jones whispers behind me. I could practically see his eyes twinkling, the smirk on his face so evident at not being discovered. I slump against him, my eyes finally drifting shut, not caring what happens to me from now on.

I'm not sure if I'm dreaming but the door flies open, sending the dresser crashing towards us.

Three dark figures stood in the doorway.

Or is that my imagination?

My ears are still ringing, my vision blurred so I eventually give in. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head and I black out. The last thing I remember is a loud bang and I pray the reason I'm fading away isn't because I have a bullet through my head.

 

Chapter Thirty Five - Judgement Day.

My heart almost leaps out of my mouth as I stand in the doorway, taking in the scene in front of me. The room is a complete dump, the musty smell so evident in the air, it was a struggle not to gag. My jaw clenches as I meet his cold eyes, Jones.

He's sat on the opposite side of the room, looking as calm as always, his signature smirk plastered on his evil face. His back is against the wall and I almost lose control as I notice Emily unconscious in his arms.

I control my anger as I realise he also has a gun... pressed against Emily's head. I immediately raise my own and force myself to think straight. The temptation to put several bullets through every single one of his main organs is strong but I couldn't considering he was holding my entire life in his arms.

Calm down Jake, focus on your aim.

I forced myself to forget about Emily for now, if I don't get my aim spot on, the chance of DC Jones taking all three of us out will be high. I can't risk that, I'm more trained then Brett and Jamie and I know I have to protect them aswell as Emily. She looks so peaceful in her sleep and I ache to run over to her and tend to her wounds. She's weak, I know that the second my eyes landed on her. She's pale, the colour of her usual tanned skin now pasty and ghost like.

"What have you done to her?" I growl, aiming my gun directly at Jones heart. He sneers before pressing the gun tighter into Emily's skull.

"Put the gun down Jones!" I yell, taking a step towards him. A hand instantly shoots out and grabs my arm, pulling me back. I turn slightly to see Brett, his gun trained on Jones with one hand. His other hand holds my arm tightly, pulling me backwards. Without his sight never leaving Jones, he mutters quietly —

"Don't move or he'll shoot her."

I know he's right.

I take a step back, my eyes never blinking once. I cannot risk taking my eyes off him even for a second, he's a snake as sly as they come. Jones grins at my actions, knowing he has the power in the situation. Maybe he does but it's three against one and the three with better guns than him are also blocking the only doorway.

No matter what happens, someone isn't leaving this room alive.

"If you come closer even an inch, her brains will be splattered all over the floor," he spat towards us and I instantly want to rip his throat out and make him eat it. I've never felt so much hatred for a single man and my line of work isn't exactly rainbows and fucking sunshine.

"What do you want with her?" I repeat, my voice low and dangerous. I'm ready to kill.

"She's my daughter, do I need a reason?" Jones shot back and I instantly lower my gun, shocked at his response. . . Jones is Emily's father?

"Jake..." Jamie mutters at me, pulling me out of my shock filled daze. I let my guard drop and I need to stay focused. Jones notices my shocked response and he chuckles quietly, the hold on his gun getting tighter.

"You didn't know, no-one did. I love her! She's my flesh and blood." Jones voice softens as he looks at Emily, lifeless in his arms.

"She needs help. If you really love her, you'll let her go and let us help her." I said quietly, hoping my tactic was working. I'm definitely not a psychologist but I know he isn't thinking straight. He also needs help but it's a shame my bullet would be lodged deep into his brain for him to ever get it.

"No! You'll take her away from me!" Jones yells, pointing the gun at me instead. I gulp as the end of his barrel stares me down. My eyes never leave his and neither does my gun. The tension in the room was growing higher as each second passed.

"Let her go, she needs help."

"No! She's mine," Jones argues back, the frustration in his voice growing. The pain in his face is clear as day and he looks deep in thought as he ponders over his decision. That's when I see her move, Emily begins to wake up.

Her eyes shoot open and she looks around terrified before her eyes land on me. I can't make out the expression in her eyes even though I'm aching to look into them to reassure her. I will myself to keep my aim on Jones instead. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her gaze focus on the gun in my hands.

"Emily, it's okay, stay calm." I plead with her through