Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (22 page)

“I know you’re
worried Leighton, but I’m sure its fine. It’s probably some dickhead trying to
scare Abbi, that’s her name right?” he asks me, turning his body slightly to face
me. It still astounds me at how big he has become, how powerful and solid his
body is. Why he didn’t actually do the jobs himself I have no idea, he can
knock some pretty big people on their arse, that is for sure.

“Yeah, Let’s
hope.” I grit my teeth, begging my car to hurry the hell up and get me back to
my beautiful fiancée.

“Want me to
drive mate?” Brandon asks me, his eyes weary and wide.

“No, its fine,
we’ll be there in twenty minutes. I’ll be okay.” I am trying to convince myself
that’s for certain, I just pray to god it’s nothing, just some stupid twat
trying to get into Abbi’s head and scare her.

“Leigh, I know
we haven’t talked in years, but you do know you don’t always need to be so
strong, sometimes it’s okay to be scared.” My wise arse brother informs me. It
feels good to have him by my side, risking his own safety to assist me in
whatever shit maybe needed. It is mad how the last five years of hurt and hate
are, in the blink of an eye, wiped out. I just wish I had stopped being a
stubborn arse and gone to see him sooner, sorting this bullshit out.

“I’m fine;
seriously Brandon. Abbi and I have been dealt worse this past year. I just need
to see what in the hell this is about and then I’ll sort things out your end
‘kay?” he returns to sitting normally in his seat, the leather squeaking a
little as his expensive suit rubs against it.

“Okay, as long
as you’re sure Leigh.” He gets his phone out again, flicking and swiping the
screen like a lunatic.

“What the hell
are you doing Brandon? You’ll break that thing if you’re not careful.” I can
feel the raw rage emanating from him. Something he is looking at clearly upsets
him.

“Motherfucker,”
He shouts aloud, slamming his phone down on the dashboard, “fuck, I need a
computer Leighton.” He is scarlet red, his teeth clenched so tight I think he
might crack a few.

“What the hell
has happened, Brandon?” I ask him, trying to keep my eyes on the country lanes
of Surrey as they wiz past my screen. I am exceeding the national speed limit
by a good forty miles per hour, but I couldn’t give a shit about a few points
to my licence or a fine.

“The fucking
cunt has cleared out Georgia’s account. Every penny she’s got, has been
removed. I need a computer to try to trace the transaction and reverse it. God,
this is such a cluster fuck, when will it end.” He seems distressed as well as
lethally angry.

“Fuck! Shit,
don’t worry mate, Thomas is at mine, he has his gear in his office there. I’m
sure you can use that without any problem.” I wink to him, making a little
chuckle leave his lips.

“Really mate?
Jesus I’ll be running circles around him, no one out there is close to my mad
skills. He better have some decent equipment or I’ll go out and buy some.”
Jesus, men and their toys, give me a nice Ferrari and I’m good to go.

“Techno snob
much?” I say to him, scoffing mockingly at his attitude. It is quite admirable
to watch really, seeing the passion he holds in his eyes, the raw need he holds
inside, to put his fingers to keys and create magic.

“Yeah, and what
Leigh, you got your cars, clearly. Me? Well I’ve got my machines.” He beams a
smile at me, his fingers fidgeting in his lap, twirling his hand around in his
palm.

“Brandon, stop
bloody moving. God you’re driving me insane. I thought you would have stopped
those bloody nervous jitters by now.” I place my hand on his knee, pushing down
a little to stop the repetitive juddering of it.

“Sorry, I’m just
anxious. There is so much shit going on, I can’t keep up with it all. I have to
plan a bloody funeral now, get Georgia’s money back, kill this fucker once and
for all and then get your family safe. Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even
followed your dumb arse into this line of work.” He shrugs his shoulders,
agitated to hell.

“Because, I
think, subconsciously, you knew I wasn’t to blame for our family’s problems and
maybe you wanted to be like me.” I wink at him again, socking him on the
shoulder teasingly.

“Yes, Leighton,
I want to be just like you. You are amazing, Oh powerful one.” He bows, his
hands flat, reaching his knees as he bends at the waist, in his seat.

“God, you take
up too much room in this car. Why did you have to one up me?” I ask him,
comparing my body to his. I am by no means small, in fact, I am pretty Hench to
most people, but when I look at Brandon and Antonio, who are about the same
size, they are un-humanly. They look more like mutants.

“Well, stop the
car get out and walk to yours, let me drive, I’ll get her there in one piece, I
promise.” He smiles at me, rubbing his hands over the plush interior of my baby.

“She is a
beautiful car, I must admit. Wait till you see my garage.” I bite my lip,
thinking of my cars, they are my pride and joy, coming quite close to my
daughter and future wife.

“So, tell me
about this lady of yours, and your daughter.” Brandon asks me, a keen interest
in his eyes.

“No need mate,
were here.” I tell him, pulling into my driveway, switching the car off and
jumping quickly from inside. I hear the passenger door slam on the other side
of my Bentley and Brandon’s heavy footsteps following me, his boots thudding
against the paved ground.

My front door is
ajar when I approach it, my internal alarms sounding. “Abbi!” I shout through
the barren hallway, looking either way towards the two ends of my house.

“In here mate!”
I hear Antonio’s distinctive voice call out.

“Here, would be
where Ant?” I shout back, the noise amplifying and flying all over the house.

“Kitchen.” His
one word reply doesn’t do much to calm my anxiety. I power walk the length of
the right corridor towards my kitchen, scared for what I will see. I don’t know
the extent of what has happened whilst I have been gone.

“Oh baby.” I say
almost in tears as I see my beautiful girl on the floor, in a ball. Her body is
shaking and convulsing as she sobs aloud. “Abigail, baby, it’s me. Shhh, it’s
okay baby. I’m here now.” I pick her body up from the tiles, lifting her into
my lap. “It’s all okay, baby, I’m here, no-one can hurt you angel. Shhh.” I
rock her in my lap.

“I was so scared
Leighton.” She attempts to say between her frightened tears. “I nearly took
some,” she tells me.

“What was that
baby?” I ask her, not quite clear as to what ‘some’ is.

“Pills, I nearly
took some. I was so fucking scared I couldn’t stop the anxiety and panic.” She
sniffles loudly, trying to clear her nose so she can try to drag oxygen through
it.

“But you
didn’t?” I question her.

“No, Antonio
made me see sense, but fuck baby, I need them. Help me.” she begs me,
helplessly. It breaks my heart that she has fallen once again so deep, without
me being here. If Antonio hadn’t turned up I dread to think where she would be
now.

I look to
Antonio, mouthing ‘thank-you’ to him. He is casually talking to Brandon,
probably reacquainting themselves with each other. “We’ll leave you to it boss.
The guys are sweeping, Brandon said he needs the tech suite so I’ll take him
there.” I nod to him, so grateful to have such an awesome bunch of friends and
now family.

“See you in a
minute Bro. Take care of her.” he says to me, nodding towards my shaking
fiancée.

“Always, now
sort out Georgia’s problem okay.” he nods to me once, before leaving with
Antonio. The pair of them trying to get out of the doorway together, jamming
one another in, makes me laugh a little.

When I am alone
with Abbi, I stroke the wet hair from her face, placing my hand under her cheek
to lift her face to mine. As her sparkling blue eyes look to me, drowning me in
their despair, I kiss her forehead trying to diminish the demons that have
taken route there.

“Baby, look at
me.” I instruct her as she lowers her head again.

She looks to me
immediately, her training still fresh in her veins. “Tell me what happened
sweetie.” I nod to her, trying to encourage her to explain the events of the
last 12 hours.

“Leighton, I was
so scared.” She starts crying again.

“It’s okay Abbi,
you don’t need to be scared anymore, you’re safe. Now tell me baby, when did it
start?” I ask her, trying to picture in my head a timeline of events.

“Well the first
thing that happened was,” she breaths in through her hiccups.

“The first thing
that happened was well there was this funny noise through the baby monitor,
like interference, but I went to check on Mel and she was sound asleep. I
thought I had imagined it, because Maria hadn’t heard it. So I just let it be.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief as I push past the first minuscule incident; it
is the next ones that will be hard, reliving those moments when I thought my
child was missing. I inhale and exhale deeply; drawing  in some much needed
oxygen to my lungs and to my brain, settling the cloudy feeling that is
settling there.

“Okay, what
happened next, Abbi, what made you so afraid?” Leighton is holding me tightly,
protecting me in his cocoon.

“Well, when I
went to bed, the lipstick heart you left me on the mirror, well it was smudged.
I knew someone had been in our room.” He looks at me angrily, his green eyes
turning black as rage overcomes him.

“Abbi,
sweetheart, I didn’t leave anything on the mirror.” I feel sick to my stomach,
the once, sweet loving gesture, I had thought Leighton left me, now tainted
with a harsh sickness in the pit of my stomach. I feel the contents of my tummy
rise up in my throat, the Chinese from last night finding its way through my
oesophagus and out onto the pristine tiles of my kitchen.

“FUCK!” I
scream. I feel so nauseous, anxious and frightened that the entire time someone
has been in my house, had made me feel that the heart was from my fiancé.
Leighton lifts us both up from the floor, stepping over my pile of sick, and
walks through the kitchen towards the bathroom. Sitting me down on the toilet
seat, he strokes my head and wipes the sweat-ridden hair from my face. He uses
a damp flannel to clean my sick away, brushing my teeth for me.

“Shhh, calm down
Abbi baby, we’ll sort it. Then what happened angel?”

“Urgh, I feel
sick. A weird high-pitched wail woke me up and I could hear Mel crying through
the monitor, it scared the shit out of me, so I ran to her room. She wasn’t in
bed, so I checked for Maria, but she wasn’t in her guest room either, so I
assumed she had gotten up to see to Melissa. Anyway, when I got downstairs
Maria was out cold on the couch, no sign of our baby. I woke her up screaming
and then went in search of Mel again. I checked her bed again, then all the
spare rooms upstairs, no sign of her anywhere. By the time I got back to her
room once more Maria was in there and Melissa was sound asleep in her cot. It’s
completely fucked up Leighton. I thought I was bloody imagining things.” I
shiver as I recall the fear that had infested itself deep inside of my heart; I
thought my baby had gone, that I had lost her. I thought of how Leighton would
never forgive me.

“Okay baby,
she’s safe, we know she’s safe, Maria has her. Debbie’s there as well. All the
boys are here, and my brother. We will sort this; I will bring the security
back, doubled. Okay, we’re going to be fine angel. Just breathe and calm
yourself down. Can you do that for me princess?” he continues his calming
ritual; kissing my head, wiping my tears, stroking my lips with his thumb,
whispering his love in my ear.

“You better now
Abigail?” he asks me about thirty minutes later, I am nearly asleep in his
hold. I draw a deep yawn, sucking breath inwards and waking myself up a
fraction.

“Aha, a lot
better. Sorry baby.” I tell him, wiping the slight bit of drawl that has
escaped my mouth as I was drifting off.

“No apology
needed Abbi; you have every right to be scared. They took our daughter for god
sake. I wish I had been here so I could have got to them before they left. I just
don’t understand who it could be.” He tells me, scaring me a little. I could
recall him telling me that Phillip’s band of Neanderthals had backed off and we
weren’t in danger. I just wonder who it is, because if they are trying to
frighten me, they are doing a good fucking job.

“God, why can’t
we have more than a few months without trouble?” I ask him, almost begging him
to end this reoccurring living nightmare.

“Baby, I’m
trying my hardest to keep you safe, I don’t even know who this is. It’s so
random and out of the blue, I’m baffled, seriously.” He looks guilty.

“Leighton, I
wasn’t blaming you or trying to say you weren’t protecting Me.” he leans his
lips to mine and kisses me, not deep or hard, just a soft peck on my lips.

“Come on baby,
come meet my brother.” It makes me happy to know something good has come of his
little get away.

I smile wide at
him, getting the same reaction from him, “You’re brother is here?” I ask him,
trying not to ask too many probing questions. I’m still not a hundred per cent
certain as to why he stopped talking to his siblings in the first place.

“He sure is, and
I’ll explain it all later angel.” He has always managed to read my mind, even
from day one.

“You’re so funny
Leighton.” I tell him, giggling away. It feels nice, to not feel so tense.

“Why’s that
huh?” he questions me, looking at me quizzically. One eyebrow is set high into
his forehead.

“You just know
me far too well.” I feel so safe curled into his arms, as he leads me from our
en-suite bathroom and through the hallways of the mansion to the lounge.

I can’t help the
gargantuan smile that plasters my face as we arrive in the lounge and see a guy
sitting on sofa, he is an almost spitting image of my Leighton.

“Brandon, this
is Abbi, Abbi this is my baby brother, Brandon.” The guy stands up, now
towering over his brother by at least three inches and a size in comparison to
Antonio; he walks towards me and Leighton.

He takes my
hand, lifting it to his lips like every guy Leighton knows, seems to do, and
kisses the top. “it’s lovely to meet you, Abigail.” He says in a deep tone that
reminds me too much of his older brother.

“You too, I’m
glad you called Leighton, I’ve been dying to meet his family.” I tell him. I
have calmed down a lot since my fiancé has returned home. He always seems to
make me feel safe and at peace, but when he was gone I was a mess.

“So did you get
it sorted?” Leighton asks his brother, and I haven’t a clue what he is
referring to.

“Yeah, she’s a
little scared being there on her own at the moment though, I wondered if it
might be best if she drove down here and stayed with us, until we sort whatever
problems you have down here.” Brandon replies and I think to myself, are all
his family in this screwed up deadly business?

“For sure, if
she feels unsafe get her here now.” Leighton tells his brother as he comes
behind me and wraps his arms around me, laying them against my stomach. It
makes me broody and wanting of a baby bump again, I miss having it there to
stroke and protect. At least in there, nobody can harm Melissa.

“Okay, I’ll give
her a call and tell her to come here.” Brandon turns and walks away, taking his
smart phone from his suit pocket. Once again, for at least the millionth time,
since knowing Leighton, I wonder why every person he knows, especially the men,
have to be so god damn attractive. It is distracting to say the least. At least
right now, I’m not wondering what the fuck I am going to do to sort through the
problems arising. Not only in my home but also in my head, I am quickly becoming
that anxious bundle of nerves I was a few months ago.

“Abbi, please
calm down. We will get this sorted princess, trust me ok?” Leighton tells me.
It is crazy how he can sense even the slightest unease with me.

I nod back at
him, my back to his front as he continues to hold me close to him. His chest is
scolding against my chilled and frightened skin.

“When is Maria
bringing Mel back, I want to see her.”  I ask my fiancé. I need to know
she is okay and I want her beautiful face to make me smile.

“I can ask her
to bring Melissa home now if you would like sweetheart. The boys have searched
through the house and there isn’t a sign of someone being here. I’m calling the
security back again and I’m not going anywhere, so we’re safe.” I relax into
him at the notion of those six men living here again. They were wonderful and
very protective of me. They haven’t seen Mel since she was a newborn so I am
excited to see them with her; they are like six more uncles to protect her
little self.

“Awww, they’ll
love to see her. I remember when we brought her home; those guys were amazing
with her.” I smile at our life five months ago, how perfect and content and
safe
we were.

“They were, but
angel, there not here to be our friends okay. You need their protection when I
can’t be here. And the same rules will apply again, you are not to leave this
house without those guys or me, you understand?” he is being serious; I can
feel and hear the tension laced in his voice. I can’t imagine how angry and
scared he must have been when he received that call from me earlier.

“I know
Leighton, I know sweetheart. And I promise I will always obey you now, because
I know what will happen if I don’t, and I don’t think my backside can handle
any more of those punishments you have in mind.” My body thrums to life and
tingles all over at the thought of my controlling, possessive, sexy dominant
man. He is, without a doubt, amazing at what he does and I am all for getting
down and dirty (and obedient) with him.

“You best do
pet.” He says in that voice, yes that deep, British, clipped tone. The one that
lets me know he is becoming aroused. Not that the erection he is suddenly
sporting hides how he is feeling.

I push my arse
against it, grinding myself along the ridges of his cock. His hand moves from
my stomach and trails down between my legs, gently teasing me over the material
of my trousers.

“Have you been
good Abbi? Did you obey my orders?” he questions me, his warm breath smothering
my neck, allowing even the tiniest of hairs to rise on end in preparation of
him.

“Yes sir.” I
answer simply, always remembering to use respect when talking to him now. There
is no way, after seeing and feeling what happened my first time of forgetting,
that I would do it again. What happened after, now that I am more than willing
to do again, because as I think back to the amazing time I spent with Antonio
that night, my pussy throbs and floods with wetness.

“Good girl. Now
we have two options. We can disappear and sort out that tingling in your tight
pussy, or I can call and have our daughter brought home? What will it be
sweetness?” it isn’t a hard choice, sure I want to hold my little girl, but the
contracting in my cunt is far more needing at the moment.

“I need you
sir.” I continue to try to rub against him, seeking some kind of relief. His
hand continues to torment me through the material of my bottoms, driving me
higher and higher toward climax.

“As you always
will pet, meet me upstairs. I’ll be up in ten minutes, be ready for me.” this
is what I need; I need Leighton in control, taking away the choices. It is
easier that way, it keeps me calm, collected and in a way, in control of
myself. My anxiety is non-existent when I let him take the reins.

“Yes sir.” I
reply again, turning and leaving the lounge. I am trying my hardest not to run,
because I can tell you, that is exactly what I want to do. I want to jump for
joy, my groin joining me in the exit dance.

“And pet, do not
touch yourself until I am there.” I turn to look at his face and his intense
green eyes are already sizing me up like prey, and it does nothing but produce
a deadly convulsion inside that I need sorting now.