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."

expecting me to show up so we have the upper hand. Whoever finds Emily first needs to

and they nod back, signalling they understood. I sigh and head for the door, Brett and Jamie right behind me. The adrenaline is pumping through my veins knowing what we were about to

"Let's go."

room, closing the door behind us, not knowing if we would ever see the same

*****

POV-

I stare back at

the last thing on my mind is food. I grimace at the plate before I turn away from him, staring at the same spot

the small window above me. When the sun streamed through the window, I would lie flat, soaking in the warmth. However when darkness greeted me, so did the cold. I

thoughts are one big blur and I feel defeated.

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.

is what you got.

words I've spoken for a while, the first time my mind isn't jumbled

my head

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

bleeding," I continue, my words icy and

are so tight and you won't take them off