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  “Please.” She begs once more, before words are stripped from her vocabulary and all that is left are the loud cries and screams as I fuck her mercilessly.

  I use one of my hands to stroke and tease her tight clit as my cock slides in and out of her, my other hand fists her hair hard, pulling her head to side as my lips attack her neck, sucking and biting her sensitive skin. Every cry and plead for more has my balls tightening and threatening to blow.

  “You want my hot cum in you, baby?” I ask her for permission, not that I’d listen anyway, her pussy is mine and therefore I will squirt my load in there whenever I want to.

  “Fuck yes.” She nods enthusiastically. I know, having been told by her, that the feeling of me coming in her, sets her off on her own climax.

  I bite my lip, and begin thrusting a little harder, pulling her hair harder. Her eyes roll back in her head, making me growl roughly as my spine begins to tingle and my whole being begins to quake with release. “Coming.” I say simply, smashing into her once more, before spilling the capacity of my balls in her.

  “Leighton.” She says my name, breathlessly and gravely as she cums, her hands scoring at my back, engraving her mark to the flesh she owns.

  “Wow. It just never ceases to amaze me. Fuck, how do you know how to do that?” she asks me, when she finally regains her breath.

  “Angel, I just know your body and what it craves. Fortunately, it craves exactly what I want to give you. My cock, whenever, wherever.” I kiss her once more, before standing and slipping from her pussy. I take her hand and pull her up, so she is sitting. I pick her up once again, her legs once again wrapping around my waist.

  Her body is like jelly on me, trembling slightly, but I can feel the beaming smile on her face as her head fits in the crook of my neck.

  “Come, in we get.” I order her, lowering her into the warm water, her beautiful body submerging in the warmth depths of water, the bubbles flittering around her, covering her pert nipples.

  “Oh.” I say sadly when they are shielded from me.

  “What?” she asks me confused.

  “That, those silly bubbles. They are taking you away.” I pout my lip, pretending to be upset, knowing she loves to appease me and keep me happy.

  “Oh, well won't you look at that. Those silly bubbles have taken them away haven’t they. Let’s see if I can fix that.” She pushes the bubbles away, but then begins a relentless kind of torture, playing with her swollen breasts, pinching her perfect nipples. Her body arches into her own caress, making me a little mad.

  “No, not happening, Angel.” I tell her, climbing in the bath behind her. “I have things to do, I can't have you distract me anymore, not until I’m home tonight.”

  I spend the next hour, massaging her muscles, her feet and massaging shampoo into her hair. I love the tiny sounds of appreciation she makes when she’s relaxed.

  “We are prunes now, baby, we need to get up.” I climb from the bath, water pouring from my body and back into the tub. I wrap a fluffy towel around me, collecting the other for Josie.

  She lies down quickly, covering her shivering body with water. She re-emerges, wiping the water from her face and eyes, before using the bath edge to stand up. I wrap the towel around her before lifting her from the bath and securing her feet safely on the floor. “Now, get in something, I’m going to get ready for work and get going. I’ll be home as quick as I can.” I kiss her as she dries herself off in the bathroom, I am already late meeting Ant, not that I’m complaining about the reason I’m behind on time, because it was truly brilliant, as always.

  “Bye, Baby. Be safe. I love you.” She returns my kiss. I bend and kiss our bump once, telling our son I love him.

  “You too, I love you too baby.” I reply, kissing her once more before leaving.

  I rush getting changed into some jeans and a polo shirt, slipping my shoes on before rushing from the house. I double lock the front door, keeping her protected.

  I drive my car to Ant’s, parking in his drive before entering his house.

  Chapter Four

  “Hey man.” I say as I enter the kitchen, Antonio sitting at the bar sipping a coffee, as always.

  “Hey, you ready to go over the plans?” I ask him, his head lifting and wicked smile plastering his face.

  “Aha, abso-fucking-lutly man, lets wipe this fucker out.” I had vowed to not continue what my father started me doing, but there was one more task to do before I stopped, one more job that would satisfy me and the slight thirst I had for his blood.

  My father.

  Antonio and I have made a plan, a plan to rid the earth of the person who gave me life, the person I now no longer considered a person, let alone blood.

  “Yup. So, Friday, all good for you?” I ask him, making myself my own coffee from the pot sitting on the side.

  “Yeah, all good. Maria is out for the night, so here is free.” He smiles again, that malicious wicked gleam in his eyes.

  His sister, Maria, who is twelve, lives here with him. Their dad had dies two years ago, leaving them without a carer. Ant is old enough to take guardianship and owns his own place, so Maria lives here with him, working through her school life and growing into a beautiful young girl. When she is older, she is going to be breaking a few guys’ hearts, I assume.

  “Perfect. Well, you get my dad here, he won't listen to me. I’ll be here ready and then ‘auf wiedersehen motherfucker’.” I laugh at the thought of my father dying. I am happy, overjoyed in fact, at the thought of my mother finally being free of the monster, my younger brother and sister living without fear of being beaten, myself and my fiancée able to live without my constant worry of his backstabbing attack.

  “Good fucking riddens, mate. He has fucked off more than you, and I think it’s about time we ended this shit and got on with our lives.” I raise my cup of coffee to him, clinking it against his own. Scotch would be more apt for this kind of celebration, but it is far too early for something so strong.

  “Anyways, how you been mate? I haven’t seen you in a bit.” I ask him, having been over a week since we last hung. He is my best friend, our bond and friendship stronger than any other in this world. We have been through everything together, and I mean everything. We have killed together, drunk together, cried together, fucked together. We do everything as one, most of the time. Josie isn’t one to complain, she more than likes Ant watching, sitting on a chair in the corner, his greedy eyes on her as I fuck her tight pussy.

  “Good, very good. How’s Josie?” he wiggles his eyebrows at me, almost reading my mind with my current thoughts.

  “Oh, she is very good.” I bite my lip thinking of her taste, still lingering in my mouth as I sip my black coffee.

  “Yeah, how was she this morning?” I know what he is referring too, and he just loves hearing about everything, every tiny detail.

  “Like always. Heaven. Tight and wet.” I tell him, not needing him to get a raging boner when we are meant to be plotting my father’s murder.

  “Just once, god I wish I could feel that.” He moans aloud, one hand under the counter the other still on his coffee.

  “We pull this off with my old man, you can fucking join us, okay?” I tell him, his eyes springing open in excitement.

  “For real?” he asks like a child at Christmas.

  “For fucking real, mate. Besides, I know she won't mind, she’s always hinting to have you join us, she is a kinky fucking bitch.” I explain to him, replaying the continuous conversations we have, after Antonio leaves.

  “Now, that’s a thought to play with. We are pulling this off, Leigh, there is no way I’m missing this opportunity.” The smile on his face is heart-warming. I love seeing him happy, having seen him in some the deepest darkest moment he has endured, it is a breath of fresh air to see him living and breathing again.

  “No, you certainly do not want to miss how she feels, she will ruin you for anyone else.” I watch as he groans again, his eyes rolling a little.

  I watch him shake his head, visibly clearing his erotic thoughts of my fiancée. “Okay, no more distractions, lets sort this out.”

  It is Tuesday now, we have three days to get this perfect and ready for Friday evening. On Friday my father would walk in to the best fucking trap he ever did, he will get a taste of the pain he causes others. I will wallow in the feeling of seeing his ice cold blood drain from his lifeless body and relish in the power it gives me. Then Antonio and I, will dispose of him, then go to mine, and fuck Josie, together as one.

  “Bring it on, motherfucker.” I say, laughing into my coffee.

  ****

  I leave Ant’s around seven, the darkness creeping in around me as the sun sets in the horizon. I text Josie to let her know I’m on my way before getting in my car and driving home.

  I am thrumming away, tapping my hands on wheel to guns ‘n’ roses as my phone rings. I answer it, holding it between my ear and shoulder as I drive.

  “Mr Lock?” somebody asks me, through the speaker.

  “Yup.” I answer simply, trying to concentrate on the road and my happiness.

  “Mr Lock, are you seated?” they ask me, making me laugh at the bizarre question.

  “I'm in my car, driving, so yeah, I’m seated. Why what’s up?” I turn the stereo down, November rain dwindling in the background.

  “Could you please pull your car over, we have some things we need to talk to you about.” I scrunch my brows together, becoming more confused as the words filter through my head.

  “Sure.” I indicate and pull over onto a parking area on the country road. “Right, shoot.” I tell him, putting the car in neutral and apply the hand break.

  “Mr Lock, do you know Josie Carter?” they ask me.

  “Yes, she is my fian
cée, why has something happened?” I ask them, my mind already running a million miles an hour.

  “I'm sorry to tell you, Mr Lock, Josie Carter has been in a car accident. She in hospital.” My blood turns cold, my body in shock. His words penetrate through me, a million questions running through my head, none able to be verbalised.

  “Mr Lock, are you there?” they ask worriedly.

  “Y-Yeah. What do you mean she’s been in a car accident. She doesn’t even drive?” she shouldn't have even left the house, but if so she would have walked, she hasn’t been on the driving side of a car before.

  “She was hit by a car outside her home, a hit and run, another neighbour found her in the road and called 999.” They tell me.

  I feel sick, I open my car door, a speeding car bibbing as they nearly knock the thing off as they drive past.

  I run to the grass verge and empty my stomach contents, my mind imaging horrific images of my fiancée.

  “What hospital is she at?” I ask quietly, my heart crushing violently in my chest. I can feel tears welling in my eyes and I try to put them at bay, to prevent them from clouding my vision so I can get to Josie as quick as possible.

  “Broomfield’s. She is in ICU, so go straight there and tell them your name. A doctor will come and speak to you of her condition. I'm sorry Mr Lock, truly.” They hang up and my soul is left destroyed, I don't know how I feel.

  I swallow my sadness and despair and drive the country road of Chelmsford, to the hospital. In ten minutes I arrive, having sped far too quickly through the Essex roads.

  I park my car, over two spaces in the car park, before running to the building they told me Josie is in. I bang on the desk when I arrive to an empty station, desperate for someone to come to me, I need her, I need to know she’s okay.

  “Hello, can I help you?” a older woman asks me, coming out of the office behind the desk.

  “Yes, my fiancée, Josie Carter, she was brought in earlier, she was in a car accident. I was told she is here.” I ramble out, a little aggressively.

  “Yes, Mr Lock, isn’t it?” she asks me, smiling. Smiling? Like seriously, my future wife is in ICU and the woman is smiling.

  “Yes, I'm Leighton Lock, now please, where is she?” I request, trying to keep my temper at bay, I didn’t need the demons to come out now, it is not the time or the place for it.

  “She is in ICU, Mr Lock. Please come with me, wait in the family room, I will get her doctor to come and speak to you.” She smiles more sympathetically this time and it makes me curious as to why.

  “Ok.” I follow her, almost pushing her along as my feet stalk the floor.

  “Just wait in here, someone will be down shortly.” She leaves me in an empty, white walled, room. I pace, and pace, staring at the blank walls, staring at the clock, clenching my fists and holding in my tears.

  Please god, someone just come now.

  The door opens and I swing my body around to approach the person entering. “Mr Lock?” he questions me.

  “Yes. Josie, please tell me she is ok.” I beg him, almost pulling my hair out in frustration.

  “Mr Lock, please take a seat?” he instructs me, my stomach turns and I shake my head at him.

  “No, please, no, please, don't tell me.” I beg him, falling to my knees in the waiting room.

  “Mr Lock, i'm sorry...” he begins to say but I cut him off.

  I stand from the floor and get into his face, his body cowering under my murderous gaze.

  “Don't fucking say it.” I warn him, my teeth gritted and eyes boring into him.

  “Mr Lock, your fiancée is on life support, she has severe brain damage. We tried to sort it in theatre but there was too much damage there. I'm sorry to say, but your fiancée is medically brain dead. She will not be waking up. I'm so sorry. If you want to see her, we can take you to her.” He tells me, but my body is numb, my hearing foggy and my sight virtually nonexistent as streams of tears fall from my eyes.

  I hear the door close behind me, and I let myself break, more than I already am.

  I will never hear her voice, feel her touch, hold her, see her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. I will never have my Josie, marry her and be with her for eternity.

  Right now, this moment in time, I feel dead, cold and icy, a nonexistent man, dead and buried along with Josie, my soul mate.

  Chapter Five

  I'm sitting here, the machine attached to Josie, pushing her chest out, then sucking it back in. Countless wires are attached to multiple points on her body, triggering bleeps and lines all over screens around the room. I was here, watching my beautiful girl, dead, but I’m not really here. I'm somewhere else, my soul already in heaven with hers, because it was as good as dead anyway.

  Beside me, in a small plastic crib, lay my tiny premature son. He should be in the baby ICU, but they brought him here, so I could be with both of them. They had managed to get him out of her before her body completely shut down, but he is so weak and frail, all one and a half pound of him. He is also, like his beautiful mother, attached to countless machines, unable to breathe on his own. They say its very touch and go with him, the truth of the matter being, I might also lose him.

  My world is upside down on its head, my heart non-existent, my body shutting down itself. I don't want to be here, I don't want to live anymore. I just wish I had stayed at home, not rushed out to get to Ant’s earlier. This is my fault, if only I hadn’t rushed and thought about killing my father so much.

  I had everything I could ever need, sitting right in front of me. I had an unbelievable woman and a gorgeous baby on the way. Now, he is here, with tiny feet and tiny hands. Drips and wires feeding him the things he needs to survive. I don't know what I’ll do now, even if he survives, how am I supposed to cope with him, bring him up the way we had planned too. I'm nothing without her, there is no way on this earth I can be the dad this baby needs without her guidance and strength, I can't survive without her, so there is no way I’ll be strong enough for the both of us.

  My hand is holding hers, her body cool to the touch.

  She is dead.

  My Josie. Dead. Gone.

  I have no one here, no one to help me. I need the support of my family right now, but they aren’t even aware of where I am. I feel inclined to call my sister. Georgia has always been close with me, like my best friend. I have spoken to her since I left, called and texted to see how mum is and how her and Brandon are coping. I need her.

  Josie’s eyes lay closed, her feather like lashes softly lay against her colourless cheeks, her lips cracked and broken, dry from their forced opening for her tube to go in. Her face is bruised, her body battered. I'm surprised my son, is even alive. From the marks on my girl, how he isn’t harmed, I don't know.

  I feel like giving up, just not bothering anymore. What is the point, there is no hope or happiness at the end of the day. We all end up alone, everything we love and cherish ripped from us.

  “Leighton, sweetheart. Can we get you anything?” a nurse asks me, walking into the room. They took her observations, not that they needed to. She isn’t alive, she is dead, just her body being kept functioning by machines and computers. She doesn’t have her thoughts, memories or personality anymore. I am staring and holding onto a shell, somewhat similar a home ruin, something that once housed everything somebody loved. All the memories a family holds, now laying in crumbled rocks and shrapnel. That’s Josie, my beautiful Angel, literally. She always was my angel, but now it is true.

  I shake my head slowly, still clasping to her. “No.” I answer quietly, looking to the floor.

  “Okay, sweetheart. If you need anything, just ask us okay?” the young nurse says. I nod my head and listen as she fiddles with my son in his crib, checking his observations. “He is doing okay, Leighton, I think he might be strong enough. We just have to have faith and strength okay. You have to stay strong.” She tells me and I huff.

  “Yeah, faith.” I reply sarcastically, but not nastily. I have no faith in anything, anymore. I’ve been sitting here for eleven hours straight, watching the raising and lowering of Josie’s chest as she is artificially kept alive, and the same process of my tiny little child. I feel selfish being here, being able to breath and live normally, it isn’t fair.