Tangled Love

CHAPTER 122

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.

"Boss, are you alright?"

I vaguely hear the unstable voices of my team around me, their eyes widening in confusion as they stand there, unsure of what to do. My eyes never leave hers and she reaches up, tears spilling down her cheeks.

My jaw tightens as she takes my face mask off and I watch her lip tremble before her legs give out and she falls to the floor.

It finally happened... She knows what I am.

"Your mask!"

"Run!"

"Let's get out of here!"

My team scurry around me and Gregg picks Emily up off the floor by the scuff of her neck. He drags her like she's nothing and I finally snap out of my daze after hearing her whimpers of pain.

"Get off her!" I yell, lunging for Gregg. He immediately drops Emily and backs up into the club wall, sending a table toppling over. Glasses smash to the floor, covering me in alcohol. I hiss and grab his throat, pushing him further into the wall, smashing his body against it. His eyes widen in fear —

"Boss, what are you doing?!" He yells in my face and I sneer at him, my fists flying out and smashing into the side of his skull, silencing him. My chest rises heavily as I glance to my right to find her lying on the floor, her body lifeless.

"Emily," I choke out, releasing him. He stumbles on to the floor, his hand holding onto his head as he whimpers from the force of my punch.

My mind whirls with a thousand thoughts and I hear the faint sound of police sirens in the background. The panic of my team is immediate and they pick up what they can before fleeing through the back of the club like we originally planned.

Now everything has gone so wrong. . .

Why did she have to be here?

One of my team grabs my arm, forcing me to follow them and I shove them off, sending them flying into the floor. I run to her side, leaning down and studying her body as the sirens grow louder and louder. My head snaps to the noises outside and I clench my jaw tightly knowing I don't have much time. I pick her up in one swift motion, holding her in both of my arms before I turn and weave my way through the crowd who remain on their knees, heading for the back doors.

I breathe heavily and look down at her face that is contorted in pain despite being passed out. I'll never forget the way her scream filled the room, surrounding me.

"Fuck!" I yell, pushing the club back door open with my body. Tears of frustration run down my cheeks and I stumble over something on the floor outside, causing my hold on Emily to loosen. The sounds of sirens and police are almost deafening now and I know they're only inches away from me. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Give her to me."

I look up to find Tobias' shadow looming over me, his arms outstretched motioning for me to pass him Emily. I shake my head furiously, tears streaming down my face faster.

"I can't leave her!" I yell, looking at her beautiful face, the person I love the most in this cruel world.

"You can't outrun them with her, give her to me. I can get her back safely!" Tobias persuades me, the desperation clear in his voice as the shouts of police can be heard from inside the club mere feet away from us.

"I won't let you have her." I say to him, holding her limp body closer to mine. The panic in Tobias' eyes increases as his head shoots towards the doors of the club, the sound of the police closing in.

"You don't have a choice! Trust me!" He yells, grabbing her and ripping her from my arms. I lung forwards ready to grab her back but he shakes his head sadly, stepping backwards against the wall to give me room.

"Run Jake," He says quietly and I swallow the hard lump in my throat, torn between what to do. The back door of the club smashing open finally forces me to take one last look at her before I sprint into the dark streets, weaving my way through traffic. My chest tightens and I struggle to breathe as the rain pelts against my bare skin, mingling with my tears.

Soon enough I'm unsure whether it's tears or rain that pours down my face, drowning me in a sea of pain.

I run as fast as my legs can physically carry me. I run until my lungs ache and my chest heaves with the bile threatening to rise in the back of my throat. It wasn't the running that was making me feel sick, it was Emily's constant scream running through my ears.

"It's the police, stop running!"

I hear him panting from the effort of chasing me. From the sound of his voice, he's only a few feet behind me. So I speed up, my legs burning from the effort. I turn into Whitfield Lane, an area I know well.

A car screeches to a halt as I run in front of it, almost skimming my legs. I don't dare stop or turn around and head for the brick wall at the end of the road, throwing myself at it and hauling myself up with my hands. I grunt as I throw myself over the other side into someone's garden. Sirens blare all around me in the dark night and I grit my teeth, knowing it would be a challenge to get away this time.

I continue jumping over garden walls until I fall into the one I want —

"Reached my destination," I mumble, glancing over my shoulder and hearing the police officer a few gardens back. I sprint to the back door of the house and knock three times. Crucial moments pass and it opens, a hand shoots out gripping my chest before pulling me in.

I grunt as I'm thrown against his wall and stand to my feet, dusting off the mud and leaves from my clothing. He locks the door, turning all the lights off and peers into his garden.

"He didn't see me," I say quietly, noticing how his posture is alert, his shoulders squared up defensively.

"Shut the fuck up!" He spits back at me over his shoulder and I grimace, knowing the ordeal that lay ahead of me. I messed up. I never mess up.