Total LockDown (LockDown #2) Page 3

  I feel so angry with her for betraying me this way. It is one thing for me to let her fuck my best friend. With me there to keep an eye on the whole thing, hell even the idea of watching her with Ant has me hard enough to bang nails, but it is an entirely different thing to go behind my back and screw the one man I have been hunting for the last year.

  I am sick and tired of feeling this way. One minute I want to forgive her, to go home and hold her and cuddle my beautiful girl, next minute I never want to see her again, wishing I’d left her where I found her.

  I punch repeatedly at my steering wheel, trying to grasp some semblance of relief to the internal struggle I am battling with right now. I need Ant here, and soon. I had told him where I was, but not what had happened, that will come later. He doesn’t need to know why I had shot and killed the prick, he would be here all the same to clear up my mess and make sure no trace is left behind.

  I lay my head on my clench fists upon the wheel, trying not to let the tears fall. I want to pretend I’m not affected by her betrayal, that I can carry on and hold the weight of the world on my shoulders still, but it is too god damn hard to, all I want to do is drown my sorrows in a bottle of whiskey and cry my fucking eyes out.

  The car park glows behind me and I see two headlights coming towards my car through the rear-view mirror. I take a few shaky breaths to try to get some sense of control. Within a few seconds of the huge range rover parking next to me, my door is opened and my best friend is in my view.

  “Mate, what the hell has happened?” Antonio’s warm voice filters through me, bringing a peace from within me I know he can always pull to the surface.

  “I already told you, I killed the cunt, finally.” I shrug my shoulders, not even bothered that Phillip is out of the picture.

  “I know that, Leigh, you’ve already told me that. I mean why would you go in without backup, without me?” Ant is now out of his wheelchair, walking again. His muscular frame is nearly back to its gargantuan size. I am grateful I have him back to be honest. Sure, the other guys are there for me, they would do anything for me, but Ant is my muscle for a reason.

  “My fucked up life, Ant, that’s what. I’ll explain soon, just help me get rid of him and then I need a drink or ten.” I climb from my car, slamming the driver’s door behind me and walking with my best friend through the building once more.

  My adrenaline drop makes it near impossible for me to enjoy the copper tang in the air, the smell of that bastard’s departure from this world, but I do enjoy it. Somewhere deep inside of my head, I acknowledge this is a victory; this right here is what I have been waiting for.

  I now have to fight with myself whether or not I am capable of forgiving the one woman I have ever loved.

  *****

  It takes us less than an hour to clean up the scene and have the body wrapped and ready in the car. We have gotten rid of every trace of blood; there isn’t a drop to be found, even by black light.

  Kalina has been very helpful, tiding the office areas. Making it look as though Phillip has just gone home for the evening. She locks the doors on the way out behind us and drives home.

  I am now sitting in the local pub, Antonio by my side and a row of empty tumblers, which had once contained scotch, lay In front of me. My body is feeling the effects badly, I am dizzy, feeling sick and fucking shattered.

  “So, she actually slept with him, like really?” Ant asks me in response to me telling him what Abbi had done.

  “Yes, Really, Ant, I saw them on CCTV doing it, it was pretty clear. I just don’t know what to fucking do.” I down the last of the liquor in my current glass and vow to stop drinking now.

  “I can’t tell you that one mate, but knowing Abbi, there has to be a reason behind all of this, there is no way she would risk what you two have for a quick fuck with someone, who isn’t as good as you.” Of course, Ant would know how good I am, he’s had my dick in his arse more than once.

  “I just can’t even think about looking at her right now, I feel so violent about the whole thing. I don’t want to hurt her mate. I just need some time to think that’s all.” I toy with the tumbler in my grasp, rolling it around my hands.

  “I know you’d never hurt her, Leigh, and I think you know that too. You love her too much. I think you need to go home and talk to her. Find out what the hell is going on here.” All I really wanted was my little girl, the spitting image of me, cuddled tightly in my arms as she slept. It would remind me that there is still some beauty and innocence in this world.

  “Yeah, I know I do. I just need a few more minutes to collect myself.” I can do it I know I can. All I have to do is go home and ask her out right why she fucked him. It is an easy question, but with an answer, I could possibly regret.

  “Come on, Leighton, fight for this. That girl is fucking scared to death at home waiting for you. She loves you man, I know she does. Let me drive you home.” Antonio had me drop my car at his on the way.

  “Okay, let’s go.” I down the water that has been set on the table for me. I stand and shove my jacket onto my body. “Let me just use the bathroom quickly.”

  I walk the quick corridor to the men’s room, praying it is empty. I am in luck as I push open the door and walk in. I’m not in here to take a leak; no, I need help from my trusty friend Charlie. He has never once let me down, always calms my sky rocketed nerves.

  Abbi has her tranquilizers, I have my coke.

  I enter the only cubicle, lowering the toilet seat. I line up two lines on the lid, parallel to one another. God they look so good right now. This is good shit, the expensive stuff. None of the crap teenagers think is cocaine; this is the real pure stuff.

  I roll a twenty-pound note up and snort the lines in quick successions, feeling the effects almost immediately in my system. I wallow in the feeling, god how I rely on those two perfect lines every day after I do my job, before I come home to my Fiancée.

  I swipe the last few speckles of dust and rub it into my gums, smiling as the numb feeling takes over me.

  I leave the bathroom feeling a sense of ease and contentment. I’m ready to face the world, but more importantly, Abbi.

  Chapter Six Abigail

  Antonio has woken me up, ten minutes ago, to say he is on his way here with Leighton. It is gone three in the morning and I am so bloody tired I don’t know how to cope.

  I tie my silk gown around myself, check on my snoozing daughter and then go downstairs to put the kettle on. I am in desperate need of a cup of tea to face whatever the hell has gone on.

  I have only one idea of what would make Leighton behave this way and that is he knows about what happened between Phillip and me. How he does, I have no clue, knowing Phillip he probably told Leighton himself, being the fucking slimy arsehole he is. If this is what is wrong with my Fiancé, I don’t know how I am going to get myself out of this problem.

  I’m seated at the kitchen counter with a mug of tea in my hands, when Leighton walks in with Ant. He ignores me completely, walking to the fridge to grab a bottle of water to drink. He downs the contents then finally looks at me, his eyes bloodshot and red “I’m going to see my daughter.” He states with no emotion what so ever, then turns and leaves the room. I can feel the tension already, my eyes are fighting their hardest not to spill over and cry.

  I know he knows, It is clear in the disgust ridden gaze of his eyes, the pain evident and ripping him apart.

  I feel Antonio’s arms around me in an instant. He comforts me, holding me tightly to him.

  “He knows, Sweetheart. He knows. Just tell him the truth; I’m sure it will all be okay. Just ring me if you need me, yeah?” I nod into his hold, thankful for all the support he has ever given me. Even after knowing I’d fucked the man that nearly killed him, he is still there for me, wiping away my guilty tears.

  “Oh God, Ant, I’ve hurt him so bad. I don’t want to look at him and see the hate he holds for me, on his face.” I snuffle as a few tears let loose down my cheeks.


  “You have to talk to him, Darling; Leighton is a very forgiving and understanding man. You two are strong; I know you’ll be okay. If you need anything you call me or Debbie and I’ll come to you, okay?” he turns me to face him, wiping the few tears away and kissing my forehead. “I’ll speak to you soon, Abigail, just stay strong. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

  Ant turns and leaves the kitchen, a few minutes later I hear the main door closing.

  I sit on the stool in the kitchen, twiddling nervously with my thumbs, my anxiety once again building. I desperately want to reach into the cupboard and pop a few of my pills, but I fight the urge, needing a clear head and mind to get through the impending argument we are bound to have very soon.

  After twenty minutes of sitting in silence, I hear his approaching footsteps on the marble tiles.

  Leighton once again ignores me, faffing around, making himself a coffee and cooking himself some toast. A good ten minutes pass before I build up the nerve to talk to him.

  “Leighton, Baby, please stop ignoring me.” I see him flinch in front of me, his entire body stiffening at my endearing words.

  He empties his cup in the sink and drops it in there. He turns predatorily slow around, his face now in view. The anger is clear on his tanned skin; the tiny hairs across the entire surface of my body are at attention. What is going to happen I have no idea?

  He looks from my head to my feet, and then back up again, then he scoffs. He looks at me as though I am a piece of shit on his shoe. Oh god, I have never felt as dirty as I do this second.

  “Baby? Baby? Are you serious right now, Abigail?” he strides towards me, his jaw clenched tightly, his fists by his side. Standing in front of me, he clasps my jaw firmly in his hand, squeezing slightly, causing a slight rush of pain to penetrate through me. His eyes are wide and red, his pupils dilated. For the first time since knowing him, I am slightly scared.

  “I am not YOUR baby, Abigail. You gave up any right to me, when you laid yourself out to be fucked like a whore.” He looks down my body again in revulsion, and then pushes my jaw to the side, letting go of it.

  “Leighton, please, let me explain.” I am beginning to cry, my jaw is now aching. I run my hands along it to sooth the sting.

  He turns quickly again, coming at me. He cages me into the tiled wall of the kitchen, his face mere centimetres from my own. I can feel his breath on my cheeks, his evil eyes sneering at me. I try my hardest to weasel my way out from under his entrapment, but it is impossible. His towering frame makes no leeway for an exit.

  His mouth descends onto mine greedily and harshly. His lips collide with mine with such force and ferocity I feel my teeth slice through the inside of my lip. The tangy taste of blood fills my mouth and coats my tongue. I try to force him off me but I’m not having any luck, his strength outweighs mine a hundred to one.

  His tongue forces its way into the open entrance between my desperate parted lips. I am scared, but due to the intoxicating scent and warmth oozing from him, the place between my thighs is dripping, not in the slightest bit bother about my fear. My arousal takes over as my fingers find their way into his hair, gripping on tightly as he swallows me whole.

  His body pushes against mine, pinning me to the wall. He lifts his hips into mine and raises me off the floor slightly. His thighs push my own apart violently. Those strong fingers untie the belt to my gown, pulling it open to my naked wantonness. My nipples are erect and begging for his caress. “God, you have such fantastic tits.” His hands smother each of my breasts, covering them entirely. He begins to knead and squeeze at the sensitive tissue, causing delicious throbs to soar through me.

  His lips find their way into the crook of my neck, his tongue and teeth nibbling and suckling the skin. I can feel the love bite forming, but I don’t care. This man owns me, everything I am, everything I will ever be, is his. I want to bear his mark for the rest of my life if it will take away the hurt I have caused.

  “God, Leighton, Baby.” I can feel his rock hard erection pressing against my naked pussy, the ridges stroking against my clit. I reach between my legs, trying to get a hold of his cock to give him some sort of pleasure as he continues his onslaught hissing my neck and touching my breasts.

  “No, you do not get to touch me, Abigail.” His hands leave my tits, clasping a wrist in each. Both of my arms are pinned above my head in seconds. His grip is near painful as he squeezes firmly to hold them in place. “You do as you’re told, you stay still. I do not want to hear a word from those lips, do you understand?” his dominant, controlling side, I have seen a few precious times before, makes an appearance. If he thinks he is scaring me, he is sorely mistaken. This man, restraining me right now, makes me hotter than I have ever been before, makes my pussy throb painfully. I am close to coming just from hearing his rough clipped British tone.

  I nod my head, wanting to behave for him, so he will be kind to me and grant me some kind of relief. He removes one hand from my wrist and allows both to be secured by one gigantic hand. The pressure placed upon my artery sends hot pleasure into my womb, penetrating my very being.

  His removed hand finds its way down between my bare shaven folds, his fingers flicking ever so gently across my swollen clit. I want to moan and grab hold of his hair, but I know better than to disobey his orders.

  A single finger penetrates my soaking core. “You have such a delicious tight little pussy. I want nothing more than to bury myself in it all day long.” His voice is sending shivers down my spine causing my cunt to clench and spasm around him.

  He removes his hand from my wrists and begins to make his way down my body. “Do not move, do not touch me and do not speak.” He looks at me in utter seriousness as his lips connect to every inch of my skin, trailing down my body.

  Please, Oh God, let this mean it’s all in the past, please just fucking make me cum.

  Chapter Seven Leighton

  I drag my lips and teeth over every available inch of her fantastic tits, nibbling and sucking at her pert nipples. God she smells so fucking good, it makes my dick hard as concrete, ready to bang fucking nails.

  The cocaine is still in my system, it has kept my anxiety at bay but the anger is still raw inside. If Abbi thinks this means I am over it, she can think again. I am just using her tight little body the way she clearly likes it.

  I kiss over her toned stomach, the tiny fading stretch marks reminding me of my beautiful baby asleep in her cot upstairs. Daddy loves you princess, I think to myself, knowing that when Abbi wakes up tomorrow morning her stuff will be on the doorstep ready for her to fuck off.

  I flinch as I reach the right side of her stomach, the scar from the knife cut she had received with Phillip, prominent against her skin. It is a horrid reminder that she has fucked him and put our child in danger. I feel a new wave of fury wash of me at the thought and I want nothing more than to make her pay for how I feel, make her feel every bit as shitty and worthless as she is to me.

  I move lower and then bury my face in her pussy, her juices coating my lips on the spot. My tongue reaches out, trails up between her slit and over her clit, her body convulses at the sensation. “Do not move, Abigail.” I command her. Her body freezes instantly, her obedience making me want to tie her up and spank the ever living shit out of her. Maybe she is better at being a sub that I first thought she was.

  “God, you’re so wet, Abbi, so fucking irresistible and ripe.” Yeah, okay, totally irresistible, that’s why the thought of putting my mouth here makes me want to puke. The very thought of any part of Phillip connecting with her makes me want to peel her skin from her body just so she has a fresh canvas for me, an untouched, unmarred surface for my hands only, the way it should always be.

  I fill her channel with three of my fingers, her pussy struggling to accommodate my thick digits. Her wetness lubricates well enough for me to slide in and out of her at a frenzied pace, hammering repeatedly inside of her. She is near to coming, I can feel her spasming around me, her inner muscles clenching
tightly. I’m not quite done yet with my torment; I don’t want her to cum. She doesn’t deserve to have pleasure from me ever again.

  As she is about to topple over the edge, I remove my fingers and mouth away from her, leaving her hanging on the tiny threads remaining before her downward spiral to the ground below. I see her body internally huff at the empty feeling.

  “Abigail.” I warn her she isn’t here for her pleasure, this is for me.

  I remove my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. My dick juts out, slapping against my stomach, hard as a steel pipe. I clasp her shoulder and abruptly turn her away from me, sliding the silk down her arms and to the floor. Her bare-naked body is revealed to me, open and willing. She is desperate for some kind of forgiveness; I can feel it emanating from her. I don’t have it in me to let this go, it is eating away at me. I need time alone to think everything through, to sort my now fucked up head out before I do something I really regret. She needs to be away from me. I want this to work, I love her so fucking much, but every time I look at her all I see is the fucking whore who fucked Phillip.

  I place my hand between her shoulder blades and push her down, bending at the waist. Her arse pops out and touches the tip of my dick, her wet pussy begging for me. I give into the compulsion of my nature, bringing my hand down against her pale cheek. Her body jolts forwards from the force, but her cunt clenches tighter around the head of my cock.

  So my Abigail is a little pain slut is she? Let’s see how much she can take?

  I unleash some of my built up rage and beat the shit out of her arse, spanking her over and over until my hand is numb from its own pain. Her once pale skin is now a scarlet red, just looking at my work makes me want to cum all over it, marking my territory.

  I am just about ready to explode. I use my fingers to trail her juices up between her arse cheeks, lubricating her anus. I don’t want her cunt, it is used. I want the only place I know I was last deep inside.