Tangled Love

"I am s-so sorry." He apologises, taking a few steps back away from Jones. He's shorter than him by a fair few inches and Jones looms over him like an authoritative giant. The man appears terrified and cowers a little, backing up into the wall behind him. I scoot as far away into the wall as I can, wishing I could find a way to make a run for it without having to pass Jones.

I watch silently, my hands trembling in my lap as DC Jones takes a few steps towards the petrified man and grabs him by the scruff of his neck. The man instantly shut his eyes as if expecting a blow to his face, something I recognised from my time living with Trevor.

"Please! I didn't do anything, I wasn't touching her, I swear!" He pleads, his eyes growing wide with terror. DC Jones remains silent, blue flames burning holes into the man's face. His lips curl up into a smirk as he enjoys the reaction he's getting from his victim. He slowly brings his face towards the man's ear and whispers, loud enough for me to hear.

"If you touch her again, I'll tear off your limbs one by one. Do you understand?"

His words sent icy shivers pulsing throughout my whole body and my face drained of any colour remaining. If I thought I was shaking before, it was nothing compared to the chills in my body now. The man whimpered in his arms and nodded profusely before DC Jones released him, causing him to fall hard onto the floor. He immediately scurried to his feet and fled straight out of the pub, leaving his unfinished drink behind on the table in front of me.

Jones shook off his hands and smiled chillingly at my pale face, knowing his words scared the living crap out of me. He took a seat opposite me where the slob previously sat and moved the drink out of the way before looking straight at me, his eyes confident and gleaming.

"Emily, you came." Jones smiles, signalling for the bartender to come over to our table. The women immediately scurried over, smiling tightly at me before waiting for Jones to speak to her. I nod, still not able to speak due to how dry my throat is.

It seems like everybody in this pub is terrified of this man, including myself. I reach into my jacket and slowly take out my phone, ready to text Jake if anything goes wrong. Thankfully Jones doesn't notice as he speaks to the bartender, ordering his drinks. I fiddle with my phone in my hands underneath the table and I'm grateful for the small device that reassures my nerves. The feel of the knife in my pocket reminds me I have some sort of safety and I blow out a breath, composing myself.

Jones brings his attention back to me once he's  finished with the bartender and he places both hands on the table between us, interlacing his fingers. His entire body language reminds me of a police officer, confident and demanding. He cocks his head to the side slightly and studied me silently before speaking again.

scared of me, aren't you?"

flash with sadness before quickly masking them over with his signature cold front. I drop my gaze, unable to look at him any longer than a few seconds.

that?" I ask him, my voice surprisingly confident. I've had enough, I need answers. The worst feeling is being left in the dark when it involves a man I love

and you need

conversation, it's I who organised the meeting. DC Jones nods and signals for the bartender to leave

an orange juice in front of me before hurrying off, her eyes trained on the floor. Jones picks up his drink and takes a gulp before placing it back down and licking his lips. I do the same with mine, grateful for the cool juice travelling down my throat. I feel instantly refreshed and place it back down onto the

asks me, his voice low and deep, laced with

are you to start off with?"

to anger me and I need some answers. My life seems to be one big messed up lie and the

again. I notice a dragon's head tattoo sneaking

not ready to know the answer to that question yet Emily. I will tell you

I let out a scoff, narrowing

Is this man actually for real right

don't want to play your games any longer." I spit back, wanting

me like this! I've spent most of my life being pushed around and I won't stand for it anymore." I add, meaning every single word. Jones remains silent, listening intently before nodding. The corner of his lips turn down into a straight line and

a back bone."

study him. Why does he act like he's known me