"You won't hurt my father!"
The smirk pulls on his lips. "This wager is timed, ya have four months to check off every name on my list." Jake stands straight, slowly walking around Amelia. Leaning close to the side of her face, she can feel how hot his breath was.
"If ya don't in the span of time I give ya, every crime you've committed before 'till now will be spread." He snarls, "I'll ruin your life until you're hangin' from your own rope."
She had no choice, clearly he had her hanging by her hands. Controlling the next steps she was able to take. Either refuse him and people die, or take part with more blood shed. In either situation she was going to be the one with blood on her hands once more. The never ending curse, a wretched blood path that would never dry.
"Who are these people? Half of the people who you hated have either vanished or died." There's a pause, her expression softening. "Herold, Giovanni. Tess and Claire. All innocent and gone."
It was carved into her heart, the lost souls. People who deserved to live full and happy lives. Have children, grow old and die with their loved ones. Life was cut short for so many of them because of her, they didn't even know meeting her was a death sentence. If she could back she would, she would spare all of them the tragedy of her.
Jake grips onto her chin, squeezing tightly. Her hands press into fists, teeth gritting against each other. "Ya think I'm clearly fuckin' stupid. Many weren't hard to find. Some even close to you and I; past and present."
"Ya have a choice, however I don't think ya want to see your father's head on a stake."
That was the last thing she wanted, to lose her father. His death would truly be the breaking point of her sanity.
Breathing in through her nose, her heart pumping against her chest. "Do you accept my deal?" Jake coos, rubbing his thumb against her skin.
Amelia had no choYes.. I accept.
ice at all, she was never going to be able to be able to find a loophole. For such an agent with intense training, the past was never a part of the curriculum. A crazed ex lover with an obsession for you doesn't come in a manual, no one could know what to do in her place.
She most certainly did not want to die, or have anyone's blood on her hands. Life was not fair for those who did good in the world, Amelia had to make the hardest choice of her life.
"Yes.. I accept."
Her own words have her stomach sinking. It felt wrong to accept, it had to be wrong. She was an agent, someone to bring justice and do good for the innocent. Even if Jake believed the list of offenders were evil, that was in his own eyes. An evil man could see anyone else as worse than himself, Jake's opinion of others was useless. She would never believe a word he said.
Whoever was on this list was for Hell at the hands of the unknown. Amelia didn't know what she wanted her to do, how she wanted them to be eliminated. The thought of killing someone who she had never known to commit a crime, it pained her. Unable to wrap her head around killing the innocent, hurting the damned and broken.
Pulling the trigger, watching the fear in another's eyes. Knowing that in their rushing thoughts, they knew her as the good guy: the savior, the justice they waited for. Only to take their life instead.
She had to find a loophole, if not it would be her own life on the line.
Ears perk up as Jake chuckles behind her, walking quickly to stand in front of her. He crotches down, eye staring directly at her. It was almost like he was staring deep into her soul, tearing into her. "No one is allowed to know of our wager, if they find out I'll kill your father. Got it?:"
Amelia nods, "Understood."
At her words, he nods. Pulling out a key from his back pocket, he begins to unhook her handcuffs from her wrists. This has her eyes peering down at her wrists, looking at the bruising and burns that circulated. He began to untie her ankles, slowly pulling the wire off of her.
This was her chance, she could fight him. Get a punch or two at him to get him stumbling, then run. The wires are pulled away from the legs of the chair, in which Amelia groans as she leans forward.
She tries to swing her fist, growling as it hits his cheek with enough force to have him fall on the ground. Jake quickly gets up however to grab her bruised wrists before she can swing at him again. Hoisting her up, pulling her closer to him. Her legs were shaking, she could barely stand on her own two feet due to her injuries.
The man doesn't seem to be angry with her anymore, his hands on her wrists moving to hold onto the small of her back and waist. His touch was almost too gentle, it reminded her of someone else.
Dallas, she missed him. Was he searching for her? Did he even realize how much time had passed, or was he just as clueless to the clock as she was?
Her head was light, her vision fading fast. She hasn't expected to feel this weak with their encounter. All she can concentrate on is the pounding of her head, the throbbing of her ankles, the stinging of pain in her thighs. His hands rubbing against her back, her hip. Humming a small tune, head tilted to look down at her.
Amelia could hardly keep her eyes open, hand trying to administer a slap. Only brushing his cheek, in which he catches on his skin.
"Shhh, go back to sleep Amelia." Jake coos, rubbing her palm against his cheek. She mumbled incoherently, eyes beginning to flutter shut.
His voice was echoing, the darkness was pulling her back. Amelia couldn't let her body fail her like this, it wasn't supposed to end this way. Jake Parker was supposed to be in handcuffs, pushed out by a hand on his back. Trailed for his crimes, put away for good.
"I'll take real good care of ya."
He wasn't supposed to have her like this. The flooding of darkness didn't care.
Amelia succumbs to the darkness, falling limp in the larger man's arms. He expected her to lay still, breathing soundly deep in her unconscious state. Jake pulls her body into him, pulling her into a hold: bridal style.
His eye stares down at her, for longer than would be expected of a man. Jake had waited so long to look at her, touch her again, be able to feel that she was real once more. Without Amelia, he had no meaning. His life had no purpose, he was simply a missing person in a drawer of files.
Amelia brought him life, she brought him love. Arose feelings he had never experienced in his entire twenty four years on this Earth. He was lost until she found him, until they wandered into each other's lives.
God worked in mysterious ways, he believed in the man above bringing her to him. Telling him to bring her back, to do whatever it took to have her head over heels for him again. Just to have her attention, her love, her devotion.
Jake would do anything to keep her, take down any man or woman who stood in his path. He loves her, she deserves the best: Him. With his hands holding her tightly to his chest, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Even after all the pain he inflicted on her, she would learn in time it was for the greater good. For them, for their love to grow once more. Something so powerful, something so true.
If he had to give her back for now, it wouldn't be this way for long. She was under his control after all, she was at his bend. Amelia would be his and only his faster than anything he had ever dreamed of.
Amelia was more than he had ever wanted, and Jake always got what he wanted. Even if he had to shed blood, something he wasn't unfamiliar with.
The apple from his father didn't fall far from the tree. Only he was much, much worse than dear old daddy. Zayn Parker felt regret, remorse for every life he took in his lifetime.
Jake Parker had no consciousness, no soul. He would take out anyone, even if it meant getting his hands dirty.
Amelia was worth it all, and he intended to have her like he did all those years ago. The past would become the present, everything would be perfect again.
Even if he had to force it, everything would be his.