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Party time.
I'm ready in just under half an hour. The before and after transformation is pretty impressive, even I have to say so myself. I've changed out of my pink pyjamas and I'm now wearing a red dress with a scoop neck and long sleeves.
My legs are bare and I take a moment to gaze at them. They aren't covered in bruises or cuts for the first time in years however if you look closely, you could still see the scars. I wear nude heels on my feet and decide I'm happy with my entire outfit choice.
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His Mission Needing re-assurance.
I make my way to the kitchen sink, pouring myself a nice cold glass of water. The minute it touches my lips, I guzzle it down, feeling instantly relieved at the soothing feeling it has on my throat. Getting drunk doesn't appeal to me whatsoever but I still know how to have fun. I smile at a few others lingering around the kitchen before placing the cup back into the sink."You're Jake's girlfriend, aren't you?"
His Mission He can't have both.
Two weeks later."Hey beautiful, want to spend the night in my room?" Jake winks and I chuckle at him, shoving him backwards into the couch with a little push on his chest. Every since we spent the night together, he always drops suggestive comments, leaving me burning bright red.
His Mission Reality or Imagination?
I bite my lip nervously waiting for him to answer. It's the fifth time I've rang him in the past hour, Ineedto speak to Jake and it can't wait."Hey, this is Jake's phone, leave me a mess -"I huff loudly, slamming my phone onto the club table
His Mission Obey the orders.
My breathing eventually calms down as I curl up on the dirty club floor as small as I can possibly make myself. My hand is holding onto Andy's and I can feel him shaking vigorously, his eyes trained on the floor whilst the men with the guns step over us threateningly.I give his hand a reassuring squeeze and he smiles grimly at me, his eyes widening as a black foot steps in front of us. I suck a deep breath in as I feel him looming over us, the presence of his gun filling the air.
His Mission Pushing limits.
Jake's POV-I stop breathing when I look into her terrified eyes as recognition flashes through them. Her scream fills the room and my bad boy front completely crumbles to the ground. My hands releases my gun and it shatters to the ground, bouncing before it eventually lies still.
His Mission The consequence.
Punch.I groan as he lays into me harder, his fists colliding hard with my face and stomach. He shakes his fist from the force of his punch, bouncing backwards on his heel, his adrenaline blowing through the roof.
His Mission Tragedy strikes twice.
Emily's POV -I've lost count on how many times I woke in the night breaking out in cold sweats. Every dream always ended with Jake standing in front of me, his hand clutching a gun before he raised it and pulled the trigger.
His Mission Breaking apart.
Emily's POV -I suck in a breath, my vision blurry as I hurry around my room, throwing clothes into a bag. All I can think about is Jake with his gun, the terror he bought me and everyone else in that club. . .
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