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.

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

was listening. Jake sucked in a breath before carrying on —

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

second for all the information to register. My mind is so confused with all the information but it strangely makes sense.

into this?" I ask still confused over that

"That's the thing, I don't know myself." Jake replies equally as confused. He paces the room

seen him

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

few minutes. He tug at his hair, taking a seat on the sofa. His brows are creased with frustration, worried frown lines on his forehead.

Muffin?" Jake asked, pulling me gently towards him. I remember the phone call I'd

weeks before I met you. He said he was my father and then hung up, it was just a sick joke." I say quietly. Jake pulls me into his chest closer and used his free hand to stroke the back of my

is a sick man."

silence pass, both Jake and I left with our

said finally pulling me back and looking me in the eyes

date? It's midnight and the first date didn't turn out so