Blissful Devastation (Leighton Lock Chronicles #1) Page 2

  I walk through the building his office is housed. I get into my car, checking my phone for messages. Two from Josie are present on the screen. One asking where I am, the other telling me she needs to talk to me.

  I call her, worried that something is wrong.

  “Hey baby.” She says quite happily through the phone.

  “You okay? Your messages worried me. Nothing’s wrong is it?” I ask her desperately, needing something to ease the sudden tension within me.

  “Everything is perfect, babe. Just come to mine when your home and we’ll talk.” I smile at her endearing word.

  “Of course, I’ll be ten minutes.” I advise her, turning my key in the ignition. My car roars to life and makes me smile once more.

  “Okay, see you soon. I love you, Leighton.” She is my life, everything good and solid. A foundation that keeps me standing even when times become hard and unbearable.

  “I love you too, Angel. So much.” I hang up and chuck the phone onto the other seat.

  I drive home, fast, wanting to see her as soon as I can. I pound her door, hearing her footsteps pitter-pattering in the hallway. The door squeaks open and she appears in the little crack she has allowed.

  “Hello, Leighton.” She smiles cheekily at me.

  “Open the door, Baby. Now.” I command her as I wonder what she is concealing from me.

  “Hmm, let me think about that.” She toys with the door edging, her fingers clasping onto it.

  “Hmm, open the door, now, baby.” I ask her again, my voice becoming serious. I hate her teasing me, it drives me fucking insane, and she knows it. In fact she knows better than to tease me, it isn’t worth the sting she’d feel in her fucking arse.

  “Hmm, again, let me just check my calendar and see if i'm free. I’ll be one moment.” She goes to close the door on me. I'm too quick with my foot, wedging it in the door opening, stopping her from closing it.

  “Got you now, Josie.” I warn her as I hear her running away down her hallway. It makes me smile, hard. She always makes me feel better, making my bad day perfect.

  “Nowhere to hide, Angel. I’ll always find you, I’ll always come for you.” I follow the scent of her floral perfume, the sweet smell drawing me in like a moth to a flame. A flame I want to be burned by, time and time again.

  “Come and get me, Leighton.” She calls seductively from her lounge. I know she’s there, there is nowhere to go after running that direction.

  “Oh, baby, I’ll cum alright.” I tell her, as I start unbuttoning my shirt.

  “I damn well hope so.” She replies, and as I near I can see a flickering against the wall ahead of me.

  I remove my shirt, throwing it somewhere in the hall, then unbuckle my belt, leaving it hanging open whilst I unbutton and unzip my trousers. “I hope you’re ready, Angel, because your arse is mine. Now and forever.” I caution her as I enter the lounge.

  “Forever and always, Leighton.” She announces as she sees me.

  “Holy fuck.” I gulp down the lump lodged in my throat, restricting my breathing.

  She is dressed, if you can call it that, in a sheer red baby doll nighty, her shapely legs encased in delicate silk hold ups that are just begging for me to use my teeth to remove. Her hair is wild, natural curls tumbling everywhere, just the way I love it.

  “Fuck, yes, that’s a good idea, Leighton.” She is lying on the floor, a blanket smoothed out for us. Odd candles light the room in a soft ambient glow, our shadows dancing on the walls.

  “Josie, hold crap, Jesus, I can't breathe.” She always does this to me, at least now I am able to look at her more than a second, without jizzing myself. I have learnt to control it somewhat, but when I see her like this, almost naked, so temptingly delicious it should be illegal, I can't help but allow the full blown hard on from happening.

  “I need you breathing, Baby.” She tells me, lying on her back, spreading her legs wide. It’s now that I notice, that the sneaky, naughty girl, has ‘forgotten’ her panties.

  “Josie, please, you are killing me.” I rub my throat to try and loosen it a little. My trousers are still open, my cock poking through the top, rubbing against my stomach.

  “Come and get it, Baby.” She gestures with her finger at me, signalling for me to come to her.

  “Oh, you aren’t getting away with it that easily baby, there’s still the small problem of your punishment. Now, please turn onto your hands and knees, Angel.” I instruct her, pulling my belt from the loops slowly and teasingly, preparing her for what is to come.

  “Baby, before we do that, because I really do want to, you need to know something. It may impact how we do this in the future, so it’s kind of important.” So this is what we were going to talk about, the whole text thing now coming to light.

  “Okay, shoot.” I tell her, walking to her on the floor, and sitting beside her. I pull her to me, cuddling her tightly as I stroke her hair. My horniness has dissipated and my loving, nurturing side coming to show. My normal, violent, animalistic self is always hidden from her, never on show. When I’m with her I don't need or crave it so much.

  “Well, the thing is, Leighton. Well it’s hard to say. Fuck.” She stumbles and mutters her words in fright.

  “Just tell me, Jose, whatever it is I’m sure we’ll cope with it.” I reassure her.

  “I’m pregnant, Leighton. I'm pregnant with your baby, our baby.” Her hands automatically fall to her stomach, a rub in tiny circles.

  “For real?” I ask her, in shock. I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing. I want nothing more than to start a family with her, to be a dad to her children, but we are young, i'm only eighteen.

  “Yes, Leighton. I'm sorry, I tried not to, it just happened. It can happen, it can, I didn’t trick you, I swear, please don't hate me, baby, please, we can do this, I know we can, please don't leave me, I love you.” She rants out fast, all her words jumbling together.

  “Hey, baby, shhh, it’s okay.” I stroke her head again, brushing her hair from her face to find it wet. “Why are you crying, Josie?” I ask her saddened by her reaction to telling me.

  “I think you’ll hate me, Leighton.” She sniffles as tears fall. I turn her head to face me, turning my body to hers.

  “Josie, I could never hate you, ever. I will always love you and protect you. I want this, I want you and I want this child. Our child. We aren’t ready for this, but we will make it work and it will be amazing. I love you.” I explain to her, leaning in and kissing her gently on her soft lips.

  “Really, you’re not angry with me?” she asks me, still nervous.

  “Why would I be angry? This isn’t your fault, we both knew the risks, and to be honest with you, I’m actually over the moon, now I think about it, this is the best thing to ever happen to me, other than you that is.” I kiss her again, then Eskimo kiss her nose. I place my forehead to hers, relishing in her warm breath against my mouth.

  “You are incredible, Leighton. I love you and I always will.” She holds one of my hands in hers, pulling it to her slightly round tummy. “This is ours, me and you, fused together, forever and always.” I trail my fingers across the soft firm skin of her abdomen, loving the way shivers rake her body from my caress.

  “Josie, I want you always, I want you to mother my children and to be my wife. I love you and I love our baby.” We lie down on the rug, all thoughts of sex out of the window. Her head lies on my shoulder, her body sideways into me. One of my arms holds her close to me, the other now playing with her belly, wanting nothing more than to touch it all day.

  “I love you too, Baby, I love you too.” She whispers to me, her gentle breaths becoming softer and softer, and I know she’s drifting off to sleep with thoughts of an incredible life we will live together. We are meant to be, perfect for one another, like two souls destined to conjoin and fuse for eternity.

  “Sleep now, Angel. Sweet dreams.” I tell her, kissing her head and then stroking my hands over her arm and belly.

  Gentle
, quiet snores soon filter through the room, her warm body pressed to me and warming my heart and soul to over a hundred degrees.

  She is everything I’ve ever needed and everything I will ever need.

  I am complete, and this is home.

  Chapter Two

  I wake in the middle of the night, the hard floor of Josie’s lounge bruising my back, but as her perfectly petite frame nuzzles close to my body, her stomach, with the knowledge of my child growing within, pushing against me, I couldn’t give a shit of the pain building. Nothing matters anymore, nothing other than her. She is my everything, my world, every molecule of air surrounding me, belongs to her, she holds my heart in her tiny little hands, the thrashing beat keeping us both alive.

  I pull her tighter to my body, my arms circling her shoulders and stroking her lower back. Her head lay in my shoulder, her soft breaths soothing my soul as she keeps herself living and breathing for me, for our future.

  I can't sleep, I have too many things rambling around my brain. With all these positive, happy things suddenly happening, I can't forget my father and what has happened today. The threats he laid upon me, now seem a little too much to even consider. I can't even think of him being near my mother. She deserves more than he could ever give her.

  “Baby, baby. Wake up.” I shake Josie a little, trying to stir her from her peaceful sleep.

  “Leighton.” She says sleepily as she flutters her eyes open. Gosh, she is just a goddess, in its purest form. Her long brown hair lay around her like a halo, her body now naked and pale as snow.

  “Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I’ve got to go home, my mum needs me.” I tell her calmly, when all I can think of is getting to my home, next door, to remove every item of his from within the premises. Sure, the house is his, but it is my home, my mother’s home, my brother and sister’s home, and they don't deserve to have to deal with him. My mother has been nothing but perfect, all I can hope is Josie is as superb at being one as Cassandra Lock.

  “Okay, come and see me tomorrow. I’ll miss you.” Josie instructs me as I wiggle her off my shoulder gently and stand myself up to re-dress. I slip my clothes on quickly, forgetting my boxers deliberately. I collect my keys and phone from their spot on the floor.

  I bend down to floor, grasping her head in my hands, her hair winding itself around my fingers. “I love you, Angel. Please stay safe and know I’ll be thinking of you all day long.” I wink to her, reminding her how I’d be thinking of her, before taking her lips in a smouldering kiss. It burns me, let alone the effect it had on her.

  “Goodbye, Leighton. You stay safe too, please.” She knows what I am involved in, her dad was one of our first clients.

  “Don't worry, Baby, no one can touch this.” I gesture to my body, already over six foot, two hundred pounds of muscle and trained to kill, assassinate anyone and anything.

  “Alright, cocky, just, please, come to me later.” She smiles sleepily as she begins to drift again.

  “Goodnight, princess. I love you.” I stroke her soft hair as she begins to lightly snore again.

  I leave her house, closing the door behind me tightly. I lock it with my key, making sure there isn’t a chance anyone can get in. I’ve made a few enemies over the last three years, and I wouldn’t put it past any of them to try and get back at me.

  I walk from her house, leaving my car in her drive, to my own home. I dial the one person I know, if this all goes tits up, I’ll need.

  “Leighton. You do realise it’s three in the morning don't you?” I laugh at him, the stupid bastard actually trying to pull off he is asleep.

  “Right, because you were snoring weren’t you, big guy. I'm sorry, but is that deep throat I can hear?” I laugh again at his moan. He is shit at trying to conceal the pleasure he is currently receiving.

  “Yeah, okay, fine. So I am awake. What do you need man, kinda busy, well really busy right now.” He doesn’t even try to stop the groans this time, his deep Italian voice commanding her to take him deeper. I'm surprised by my spontaneous erection from the phone porn. I can't even see what’s happening, but knowing, Ant, the girl will be amazing.

  “I might need you, so just stay on call please.” I have been trying to get out of my father business for too long, wanting to run things my own way. Antonio, my best friend for a good ten years, and I are planning our own company. He is involved with this business too; his own father a man of my fathers. It’s a whole fucked up kind of mess, a mess I don't want to be a part of.

  But, now, after finding out the best news of my life, I don't even want to be a part of this anymore. I want my father gone, my family happy and my wife and baby by my side. I will make it happen if it kills me.

  “Okay, no problem, but why?” he asks curiously through the speaker.

  “D-A-D-D-Y.” I spell out not wanting to say the word. He knows about my dad’s antics, having to be the one to calm me down every time.

  “What has the arsehole done?” he bites out. I hear a girl huff in the background and then the bed creak as he clearly stands up to get privacy.

  “Number six. Let’s just say I told him he is out of our home, and not to come near us again. Then he threatened me that I would pay if I did, but I couldn’t give a shit, I’m not letting Ma put up with this anymore.”

  “Sure thing, Man, I’m here if you need me. Let’s hope he’s gone for good.” I laugh at him, like this is some unrealistic dream, but hoping it might become a reality.

  “Yeah. Let us hope. Anyways, I’m at mine now, ima clear his shit out and leave it on the doorstep for him. Catch ya later.” I hang up the phone and smile in relief to see no cars parked outside. My father is still out, whether he is still at his office with the sixth whore, or somewhere else, I don’t actually care now, but he is going either way.

  I open the front door, trying to get inside without waking anyone up. All of the lower lights are off, just a tiny glimmer echoing through the hallways as it seeps down from upstairs. There is no way I will remove all of my father’s things before the morning, or without waking everyone up, but I can at least dump some shit out, as a warning to not return here.

  I go to his study, clearing all his things from the drawers, cupboards and even taking his expensive liquor out to the front door, and dumping it on the driveway. It is somewhat satisfying, the feeling and elation I get from disposing of his things. It is almost cleansing, ridding myself, and the home I love, of his toxic poisonous self. I know the risks of doing this, heck the fear of him actually doing something only excites me all the more. He can try, really try his hardest to get to me, but he is just an old man now, his tired and weakening body catching up to him. Without a weapon, there is nothing my old man can do to me.

  “Bye, dad.” I laugh manically as I close the front door hard, double locking and applying the unbreakable chain. My dad is a paranoid freak, you would be after killing so many people. Our home is covered in security equipment and extra protections.

  “Who’s there?” I hear the soft voice ask, her body silhouetted by the landing light upstairs.

  “Just me, Ma. Just got home from Josie’s.” I say happily as I kick my shoes off and walk up to my room.

  “Okay, Sweetheart. You get yourself to bed.” She tells me, still the motherly streak present. Always the instructor and protector.

  “Sure thing, sweet dreams mum.” I say as I kiss her cheek and walk past her to my room. I feel sad as I look at her doting face. All the years of marriage she has lived, all big fat ugly lies.

  “You too, Leighton, You too.” She tells me, turning and walking to her own room.

  I flop onto my bed, the huge mattress moulding to me. I already miss her, Josie’s warm body to my side. I wish I had stayed there, surrounded in the love and comfort she brought me, but I have to do this, if it is the last thing I do.

  I look to my bedside clock, half three now showing, making me yawn hard, my tiredness apparent.

  I give in to my exhaustion, my body n
ow physically and emotionally tired. I have been through a lot the last twenty four hours, having found my dad fucking some girl my own age, finding out my girlfriend and love of my life, is pregnant, removing my father’s stuff and seeing my mum’s unknowing face. She has no clue what her husband is doing, how he is behaving.

  I fall asleep quickly, an array of different images flooding my mind, first I am a happy father and husband playing with my child, next I put a gun to someone’s head and pull the trigger.

  *****

  My body jolts awake, a huge crashing sounding through the house. I jump from my bed, my hand already fiddling in my bedside cabinet to find my gun. I open my door, the same time as my siblings and mother. “Get back inside now.” I order the three of them, cocking my piece and taking the stairs quietly.

  “Leighton, No. We’ll call your father.” My mum tells me, and I shake my head laughing silently at her.

  “No, I am sorting this now. Now please, all of you, back in your rooms and lock the door.” They ignore me, my little sister coming towards me.

  “GEORGIA, IN YOUR FUCKING ROOM NOW!” I spit at her, raising my voice enough to scare her away.

  I ignore the protests coming from my family, as I take the carpeted stairs quickly and quietly.

  CRASH! It sounds again through the house, the walls shaking a little as the front door splinters a little in its frame, open slightly and pulling at the chain.

  I sneak to the door, pushing it completely closed again, although it doesn’t fit properly into the frame anymore, the wood having cracked and broken from the repetitive striking at it.

  It bangs again as something hits it, trying to force it open. “Leighton, open this fucking door now, so help me god, son.” Great, the cunts home.