Jake POV
They drag me into a room with a chair. The men tie me to the chair and step aside.
Paul takes a switch blade out. He cuts my undershirt open and places the point of it against my chest. It pierces my skin. He lightly brings it down my chest. The cut isn't deep but it stings. But I don't flinch. I won't give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
"So," he begins in slimy voice. "I was thinking that I'd leave you here with my men and then....go pay your girlfriend a visit."
I feel my stomach do a flip. Nervousness creeps into my chest and my jaw clenches-
Wait a minute.
Let me go back.
About two months earlier....
I walk into Amy, Gina and I's apartment to the smell of something burning. I cringe at the smell and at the feeling of smoke filling my lungs. Making my way farther into our loft apartment over to the kitchen I see Amy struggling with the fire alarm. I cover my mouth with my shirt so my asthma doesn't start acting up like it always does when there's smoke.
"Amy! What are you doing?!" I shout over the high pitched beeping.
Amy's using a broom to try and turn off the noise. Her beautiful black hair is wiping back and forth on her back as she continues trying to turn the loud beeping off. Amy's brown eyes are frantic as the room continues to full with smoke.
"I was trying to cook!" She yells back as I run over to her, grabbing one of the stools from by the island, standing on it and turning off the awful blaring noise.
Just then Gina walks out of her room. It's the one right beside the kitchen so I'm sure that the noise woke her up. Her door is right by the fridge so she opens it up as soon as she gets out of her room and sticks her head in there.
As I put the stool back where it was I give Amy a look of confusion.
Then Gina screams.
"What?!" Amy and I yell in unison.
"You. Two. Woke. Me. Up. At. Six. In. The. Morning." She growls through her teeth before slamming the fridge shut.
Ginas reddish brownish hair is a mess and she has bags under her eyes.
"Blame Amy." I raise my hands up in defence.
I turn the stove off.
Gina glares at Amy. "Give me coffee." She commands, holding her hands out.
Amy's about to do as Gina says when I beat her to it. "I don't want you to some how burn down this place by making coffee." I explain with a shrug.
Amy shoves me.
"Rude you almost made me spill my coffee." I hiss, sitting down next to Gina at our dinner table.
"Whatever." She sighs, getting herself some coffee.
"Holt want us at the nine nine soon." I tell them taking a big gulp of my strong coffee.
That's the way we all like our coffee. Super strong.
"And how would you know that?" Amy scoffs, sitting across from Gina and I.
"He texted me." I smirk, showing her my phone for evidence.
She gives me a jealous glare before storming off to her room.
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Roommates | | Peraltiago
Fanfiction"What's the guy's name anyway?" Jake continues with a laugh, he points his gun down a hall. "Clear." We walk down the hallway. "I get it ok?!" I snap. He looks taken aback. "What do you get?" "You hate me ok. I've heard enough." I look away from him...
