Tangled Love

A small silence settles upon us and I steal a glance at Jake to find him watching out intertwined hands. I smile at the sight of it before realising I should probably tell him everything I know about DC Jones.

"His name is DC Jones. Ive never seen or heard from him before except for the incident at the park and the text messages." I add, shuddering as I remembered his dark cold stare. Jake's body immediately tenses up and his eyes flash cold at the mention of the name.

"Jones?" he repeats angrily and I nod, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.

"Do you know him?" I ask, surprise lacing my words.

"It's a long story Emily," Jake mutters unhappily, taking out his phone from his pocket. I stand from his lap and he immediately rises too, pressing buttons on his phone. He turned around without another word and walks out, holding the phone to his ear as it rings. I could hear Jake's muffled voices talking with someone on the other end of the phone. He sounds annoyed and his voice raises slightly as he yells to the person on the other end.

Suddenly he silences and I hear him slap his phone down onto the counter in frustration. He walks back into the living room tugging at his hair. I stand up, walking towards him with a worried expression.

"What's wrong? Tell me Jake." I said eager to know.

After all, it does involve me.

of our gang. He's a corrupt officer but we'd always be one step ahead of the police with Jones

Jake sucked in a

ended up shooting Amil instead of helping him, he was hospitalised, almost died and then imprisoned for a couple of years. After that, as you can imagine, Amil has always had it in for him. He betrayed the gang, the worst possible thing you can do. Amil doesn't take

the information to register. My mind

where do I come into this?" I ask still

myself." Jake replies equally as confused. He paces the room walking back and forth before turning back to me —

"Have you ever seen him before?"

someone I'd definitely remember. You don't forget a face

tug at his hair, taking a seat on the sofa. His brows are creased with

him. I remember the phone call I'd received months ago, the one claiming to be my father. I scrunch my brows up at his sick joke.

then hung up, it was just a sick joke." I say quietly. Jake pulls me into

"Jones is a

minutes of silence pass, both Jake and I

"Let's go somewhere," he said finally pulling me back and

first date didn't turn out so well," I laugh dryly and Jake chuckles a little.