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."

show up so we have the upper hand. Whoever finds Emily first needs to get her away from there as far as possible."

they understood. I sigh and head for the door, Brett and Jamie right behind

"Let's go."

knowing if we would ever

*****

Emily's POV-

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

my blood. I feel weak and the last thing on my mind is food. I grimace at the plate before I turn away from him, staring at the same spot on the wall that

the warmth. However when darkness greeted me, so did the cold. I spent my nights shivering in my thin clothes on the floor, praying for someone to come rescue

 father, I became emotionless and detached. My mind and thoughts are one big

ignore him and instead shut my eyes, picturing my father. My

his sleeve and I knew by looking at his face what kind of emotion he was feeling. I loved that about him, how he was so open and

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, the first time my mind isn't

my head towards him, eyes burning with a new found

of my life. What kind of father ties his own daughter up to

words icy and laced with nothing but venom.

won't take them off me! Do I look like I'm going to run? Huh?!"