Final LockDown (29 page)

“Ok. I'm sorry for insinuating you can't handle yourself, oh great magnificent strong one.” I mockingly bow to him, laughing.

“That’s it,” Ant says, coming at me. I hold the spatula up, trying to block his attack as his fingers find my ticklish spot and kill me. They dig in, making me scream and tears fall from my eyes. I eventually wriggle my way from him, dropping my spatula and run to Leighton’s open arms.

“I’ll save you baby,” he whispers to me as Antonio laughs at my demise. “I’ll always save you.” I look to him and smile, kissing his pouted lips. I look to Antonio and poke my tongue out.

“You’ll never get me with Leighton around. You big poop head.” Antonio bursts out laughing at me, holding his stomach. The rest of the men soon join in, including my husband.

“You’ve clearly been around the kids too much, sweetheart. I think you need to upgrade your vocabulary a little. Don't worry, I know a shit fucking load, if you need some education.” Antonio continues tormenting me. I huff, sulking back into Leighton’s chest.

“Now, wench, make me pancakes,” he orders me, handing over the spatula I had dropped after his tickle assassination. “Come on, Ab. Don't be like that, I was only joking. I didn’t mean to damage your pride, Princess.” He comes to me, hugging me strongly even as I reject him. “Cuddle me back or I will tickle you again, baby girl.” I give up, wrapping my arms around his enormous body, knowing he is playing around but feeling a little touchy this morning.

“I'm sorry, okay. Please don't be mad,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my head.

I look up to him and smile. “I'm not mad, Ant. I'm just a little off this morning. Just ignore me.” He looks at me, studying my face, before placing a quick kiss to my cheek.

“It’s going to be okay, you know that right? There is no way, in this life or the next that any of us would allow you, the women or the children in this family to be hurt. We would all lay down our lives before we let somebody near any of you.”

I hear all of the men around us agreeing, trying to calm my nerves.

“That’s just it, hun. I don't want any of you getting hurt or worse, killed, for me. I can't bear the thought of losing any of you. It gutted me when you were hurt last time, Ant. I can't even think of living this life without one of you by my side,” I explain, tears filling my eyes. It seems as though my tears have been an endless flow since yesterday and I hate it. I am strong, I have brought myself, with the help of my family, from the pits of hell and to the strong independent woman and mother I am now. This setback has just dragged me back down, with no confidence.

“Right, let me get the pancakes done,” I say, pulling away abruptly. I turn the pan on, heating the oil in it before pouring some mixture in. I'm lost in myself, drawing back into the cocoon that can protect me. I need to find the strength again, the strength to fight and defend what is mine.

“First one’s done,” I shout, slipping the pancake onto a plate and sliding it onto the counter top. I spend twenty minutes, cooking cake after cake, without any acknowledgment to those around me. My heart is hurting and my spirit shattering as the minutes close in. I know that today, at some point, these beautiful and strong men will leave this house in search of the end of my nightmares. I can’t stop the way my heart rate soars at the thought of them being out there and in danger.

I sit around, not knowing what to do to myself, whilst my family plans this battle. I hear of their torturous ways, the violence they plan to exhume on the opponent. I hear of the conniving and well-formed strategies and I can't make ends meet. Everything is a blur and I don’t know what to do to make it all seem normal. There is no beginning, middle or end to this day, everything is just blending as one big cluster-fuck of heartbreak and I cannot concentrate.

“We need to sneak, approach when they least expect,” I hear Scott announce and I turn my head to look at all of them crowded around the kitchen island, scheming.

“No, that isn’t what you want to do,” I interrupt, giving my input.

“No offence, sweetness, but it seemed to work last time your husband went after Phillip,” Scott replies, his voice a little snappy.

“Firstly, do not talk to me like that again Scott. Just because you’ve now fucked me doesn’t give you the right to talk to me like that. Secondly, that is precisely why it won't work. They will be waiting, all of the time. There will be no time where they aren’t prepared for your attack. You need  a better plan to be honest. Maybe we need to go completely off the radar or announce something massive that draws them to us. We are best off waiting them out, waiting for them to fuck up and come to us rather than you guys go to them.” I rush out, my mind in overdrive, now plotting my own plans.

I know my first and only plan to save my family went shit, but now I have the experience of dealing with these arseholes and I know how sadistically they think.

All eyes turn to me, eight men, with sixteen intense eyes of various colour of shape. “You could be on to something there, Angel.” Leighton talks and I can visible see the clocks and cogs inside his head turning as he takes my ideas on board.

“A death.” Nate now talks. It is strange, hearing him joining in. He is always so quiet and withdrawn, only there when needed. To know that he thinks so bizarrely is a shock to my system. I can see, that he is normally this way but hides it from me. Thomas gives him the sexiest of smiles, almost as though seeing his boyfriend’s inner violence and sadistic tendencies turns him on.

I look to Nate shocked, his bright blue eyes scrutinising me, forever doubting his ability to be on par with the other guys. He is big built and solid as stone, but I never figured him as hungry for chaos as the other men, he always seems like the wallflower of the group. Being corrected is definitely a kick to my education, jolting me into a reality I’m not sure I want to be a part of.

“Fuck I can't believe I’m considering this, but it could work.” Leighton’s voice is hoarse and dangerous, making my own body hum to life. I love him when he is passionate, his eyes darken and that sexy voice he holds inside for times of arousal and anger, comes out to play. “Baby, when did you become so smart about all of this?” he asks me, putting his hand out for me to take. I walk to him, placing my clammy palm in his. He yanks, hard, landing me straight in between his parted legs. “Help us?” he asks me, raising a brow at me. I nod, biting my lip. “And then, when they have all gone, I’m going to lay you out on this worktop and feast on your dripping pussy till you come apart under my tongue,” he whispers into my ear, holding me to his hard form, hard everywhere.

I gasp quietly, groaning into his kiss as it lands on my tender lips. They tingle with anticipation and need, hoping this meeting hurries up so I can have my husband.

“So, Antonio, you work with the boys and develop a plan that will draw them in and I will plan what we do when it happens. I want this bulletproof guys, I don't want any casualties on our side. But this is to end, lads, for good. I don't need my misses looking over her shoulder anymore, or any of you for that matter.” Leighton pep talks, encouraging his men to concentrate on developing a foolproof plan.

“You got it, boss. We’re on it, like a mother-fucking car bonnet,” Scott says, budging the twins aside to look over Antonio’s and Marcus’ shoulders. I trust Marcus will create a plan that will work. He has been in this place more than once, with his forced career.

“Good. Let’s get ‘em, boys.” My husband speaks one final time before dragging me by the hand, through the kitchen and to the outdoor pool. “I need you, Angel,” he informs me, dragging me to the water’s edge and quickly removing all of my clothing, tossing them aside on the sun lounger. The August heat is already above average, a burning twenty-five degrees already at eleven AM. “Hold your breath, baby. I'm about to steal it away.” My heart melts at his words before his arms surround me, lifting me from the floor. Suddenly, I'm gasping for breath under the water surface.

I splash and struggle under the water, finally pushing through and inhaling a large breath. The laugh around me makes me growl in false anger. I love playful Leighton and I know he’s after me. “You’re a fucker, Mr Lock,” I yell, turning around to find him.

“I am indeed, Mrs Lock, and I’m about to fuck you.” He grabs me from behind, pulling me into deeper water, so my feet no longer touch the floor. His feet are rooted to the tiles, keeping us afloat. I'm turned in his arms, his chest level with mine as he lifts me to wrap my legs around him. One hand secures my safety under my backside, the other moving to cup the side of my face. “I would die for you, Abigail. I love you so much it hurts.” He gently uses his thumb to stroke my cheek, jaw and then softly over my lips.

“I'm going to kiss you now, Abigail. Then I’m going to rock your world. Every time you move today, every step you make you will be reminded of me inside of you.” He lifts me up, slowly gliding me down onto the erection pressing at my soaking entrance. He stretches me, almost beyond my capability. He’s been in me so many times, but every time it still feels like he will split me apart with his length and width.

“Leighton.” I moan, gripping on to his shoulder with my fingers. The water slaps around us, ripples cascading through the pool.

“I feel you, Abbi. I get you, I understand you and I love you more than I’ve ever loved another in my life.” His hands lace in my hair, securing my body to his, chest to chest, face to face and cock to pussy. He grips my hair tightly as he moves in and out of me at a leisurely pace, making every fibre inside of my being, ignite.

“I want this and you, forever and always, Leighton.” I admit my love, pressing my lips to his, allowing my tongue to dance and mate with his own, so expertly and precise. My moans become louder and higher, my body rising above anything it ever has before, the explosion ahead like a comet heading straight for me.

“This life, baby, was meant for only you and I. You’ll have it forever, I assure you,” Leighton tells me, his cock beginning to throb inside of me, pulsing as his release nears.

His words drive me insane, pushing me towards the splendid light of my climax. “I'm gonna cum, baby,” I warn him before screaming out my release and shattering around him. He follows suit, spurting his essence inside of me and for a few short seconds, I pray that maybe we have made another child.

I can’t bear to lose him, but knowing I have another piece of him if I did, would somehow make his loss a little more bearable. Who am I kidding? Nothing in this world could replace or dim the pain losing my husband would cause. I will be an empty shell of a woman, unable to function, live or breathe without my soul mate to guide me.

“I love you, Abigail. I don't know how many times I can say it to you, but it will never be enough. You are the most precious thing to me, you and our children. I will do everything in my power to protect you and keep you safe.”

“I know you will. My hero.” I kiss him again and relax into his naked body, the cool water and warm sun elating me and making me feel so perfect.

It has taken a week, but our plan is perfect. The boys spent every hour of every day creating a mastermind concoction of ideas. It is going to be hard to pull off, especially as Abigail and the other girls have no idea it is happening.

Everyone is in place, ready to kick-start this hell. I am at my office, my team in random locations around the premises. The twins are shopping for our final supplies and the women as far from this house as possible. They are locked away, unbeknown, in Antonio’s house, full security in place.

I tap away at my keyboard, keeping my mind busy whilst I wait for the signal to proceed with our plan, then suddenly my phone chimes, jolting me from my seat. Luke’s number shows up and my brow creases, expecting it to be Thomas in the computer suite.

“Luke, what’s up? Where are you two?” I ask, closing down my PC and slipping my keys into my pocket.

“Fuck, man, it’s bad. It came out of nowhere, Brad, he’s hurt, bad. Blood, so much blood.” Luke mumbles through the phone and I can clearly hear the tears behind his words.

“What do you mean, it came out of nowhere?” I ask, curious as to why he is in a state of panic.

“A bullet. He was shot, Leigh. He isn’t breathing. We were by the car, packing the supplies in the boot and then he fell like a bag of fucking cement. He can't die, he can't fucking die Leighton. I swear to God, I’m going to find these cunts and rip them apart. FUCK!” Luke screams and I hear the distinct sound of something breaking, his fist smashing against a wall.

“Sir, if you cannot calm down I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” I hear the voice of someone in the background.

“Fuck off, you prick. My brother, that’s my fucking brother. Fucking save him.” He is panicking and kicking off. It is rare for either of the twins to lose their temper, they are always so calm and calculated, but they live and breathe for one another, joined at the hip their entire lives.

“Luke, calm the fuck down now. Where are you?” I ask and he rattles off his location. “Stay put and just hold tight. We’re on our way,” I tell him.

“Don't tell Maria. Please, I beg of you Leighton. She cannot know until we know for certain.” Luke pleads, his voice wobbly from his distress.

I hate keeping something so important from family members, but if this is what Luke wants I will grant it. One of my men, one of our family, is dying and it doesn’t take a genius to find out who did it. How could I have been so neglectful to allow them to leave without backup, it is clear they were waiting us out the same as we have been them.