Tangled Love

Jake's POV -

"It's been a while baby," I chuckle, passing the small pistol between my hands. It's as smooth as I remember it, not too heavy but with enough weight to get a good grip. The pistol is a perfect fit for my hands, I have lots of love for this gun. It had saved my life quite a few times before and I shake my head, remembering all the memories of scarier days. I point it towards Brett, another gang member and shut one eye, aiming directly in the area his heart is.

"Bang."

Brett clutches his heart dramatically and I lower my gun, grinning at him. He rolls onto the floor, clutching his heart before sputtering and choking. I chuckle at him before tucking my gun back into the waistband of my jeans and cover it over with my shirt and jacket.

"You're so dramatic," I grin towards Brett. He stands up, dusting himself off before replying.

"There's always the dramatic one in every gang," he responds playfully and I chuckle before turning my attention back to my phone. Amil isn't going to show up. . . I should have known.

I sigh heavily, knowing my boss would pull a stunt like this. Instead he sent over two guys to replace him, Brett and Jamie. Both have been gang members for a few years. Jamie is tall and skinny with a blonde buzzcut and Brett is built wide, muscular and has dark jet black hair. I get on well with both guys and don't mind going with them instead of Amil.

He always did get others to do his dirty work for him.

"So we go in, kill Jones and get the girl back basically?" Brett asks me and I nod, pocketing my phone before replying.

"I'll be the first one in, Jones should be by himself but he might have one or two men with him. Basically we're going in blind."

out for that. He'll probably have a few weapons on him. He's only expecting me to show up so we have the upper hand. Whoever finds Emily first needs to get her away from there as

and head for the door, Brett and Jamie right behind me. The adrenaline is pumping through my veins knowing what we were about to do.

go."

We all leave the room, closing the door behind us, not knowing if we would ever see the same four walls

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POV-

I stare back at him, my eyes emotionless and bloodshot from lack

is food. I grimace at the plate before I turn away from him, staring at the same spot on the wall that I've done for hours now. I don't know the time, I don't even know what day it is.

would lie flat, soaking in the warmth. However when darkness greeted me, so did

and thoughts are one big blur and I feel defeated. I've given up, forever staying slumped against the metal bed.

"Emily, eat." Jones demands, pushing the plate towards me once again. I ignore him and instead shut my eyes, picturing my father. My real father.

at his face what kind of emotion he was feeling. I loved that about him, how he was so open and honest. No

What you saw is what you got.

I whisper, my voice croaky and husky from lack of use. It's the first words I've spoken for a while,

snap my head

 be my father, I hate you. I wish you would have stayed out of my life. What kind of father ties his own daughter up to a metal bed!" I scream, holding my

wrists are bleeding," I continue, my words icy and laced with

off me! Do I look like I'm going to run? Huh?!" I yell, my voice rising.