Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (25 page)

“Abbi, I'm
sorry.” He looks to Abigail, shocking us both as he apologises.

“That’s okay,
Joe. I can call you Joe right?” she asks him, smiling his way. Her eyes are
still red and sore, but the smile on her lips distracts me.

“Yes, I like
Joe.” He smiles at her, stretching his arms for her to take him. “Tell me,
Abbi, when are Daddy and you going to give me dozens of these? He did promise
yesterday I would have as many brothers and sisters as I wanted.” Abbi laughs
hard as she lets a happy tears fall from her eyes.

“Don't cry,
Abbi.” Joe tells her, wiping her tear away, wrapping his arms around her,
cuddling her.

Abbi gently
strokes the back of his head, walking to sit on the sofa next to my sister. It
isn’t long before we hear the quiet snores coming from him, it is getting late
after all.

“Want to put him
in bed, Leighton?” Georgia asks.

I shake my head,
wanting to cherish this moment longer. “No, leave him be for a bit, he looks
comfy.” I smile at Abbi as her eyes begin to get heavy. She has been through a
lot, and the lack of sleep from last night has exhausted her.

I sit in the
lounge, my friends, my family and my beautiful fiancée with me. Abbi and Joe
are sound asleep, there breathing and snoring making everyone in the room
smile.

“So how you been
Brandon?” Antonio asks my brother. He has Debbie sat on his lap, like always,
but his eyes are flitting between my Abbi and my sister. Yes, my fucking sister,
I try to deny that anything ever happened between them, considering she was
seventeen when I left, but it clearly had.

“I’m good mate,
being a stubborn bastard is all.” He admits, looking to me and winking. I feel
so complete right now with all my family here.

“Fuckers,” I hear
Maria curse as her hands land on her stomach. “You listen here Thomas and
Joshua, you kick each other once more and mammas gonna starve herself. No more
Chinese for your fat little bellies.” Everyone in the room looks to one another
before bursting out laughing, even, stupidly as it was, the twins laugh. I feel
sorry for them as Maria chucks them the deadliest look there ever was.

“What, you think
it’s funny do you, you fuckers are the ones who made me like this. I am a hippo
for fuck sake and you laugh. Grrrr I really need a drink right now, but no,
mammas gotta be good and look after your two buffoons babies.” She stands from
her seat, storms across the lounge and out of the room. Within seconds, Abbi
wakes up, jolting from the shouting in the room.

“What’s
happened?” she asks wearily and tired.

“These two.” I
point at the twins, trying not to laugh.

“Great.” She
shuffles Joe off her, his sleeping body lying on the sofa. She places the
blanket form the back of the sofa over him, kissing his forehead before going
after Maria. The twins stand to follow her and she stops them in their tracks.
“Uh-ah, you two sit down.” My fiancée tells them and they drop back to their
chair. Debbie follows Abbi out of the room, leaving me, my sister and the boys
seated.

“So Georgia,
how’s life treating you?” Ant turns his body away from all of us and towards my
sister seated in the armchair.

“Yeah, really
good, how have you been?” she flutters her eyes at him and I can’t help but
shake my head.

“Good. Busy, been
a while since I last saw you, look at you, all grown up now.” Oh no you don’t
Antonio.

“I sure am.” She
bites her lip, just the way she used to at fourteen and I damn every person in
this room to hell. This is not happening. I know Ant, I know what he is like,
It was only a little while ago he had his dick buried in my fiancée, he is not
going anywhere near my sister, anytime soon, EVER.

“Ant, come help
me get some food and drink together please mate?” I ask my best friend,
distracting him from his current eye fucking with my
BABY
sister.

“Sure mate.
Catch you later Georgia.” He shakes her hand before lifting it to her lips and
kissing it. I feel angry and need to leave, soon. I am not letting this happen
if it is the last thing I do.

I walk through
the lounge to the kitchen, grabbing my new bottle of Scotch, pouring myself a
full glass and downing the lot.

“Leigh…” I hear
Antonio say, and I wish someone was around right now to stop me because as my
hands wrap around his throat I know I am out of control.

“Leighton, mate,
listen to me.” fortunately Ant is stronger than  I am and is able to pull my
hands from him.

“No, you listen
to me you slimy prick, you stay away from Georgia, she doesn’t need your shit.
You can’t shove your dick in Abbi and then move on to my sister like it’s
nothing, plus you’ve got your own fucking girlfriend. SO STAY THE FUCK AWAY
ANT, OR SO HELP ME GOD.” I hiss at him, squaring my body up to his.

I feel a fury
I’ve never known as he begins to laugh at me. “You really are a stupid fuck
aren’t you? You really think I want Debbie, after all the shit she’s been
involved with, you think I want her for more than that sweet cunt of hers.” His
face is angry and I haven’t a fucking clue what he is going on about.

“You want to
know why I met her, why you met Kali, both of them were hired by Phillip, both
of them were hired to kill us, well you at least. I don’t want her, not after
that, not after I found out it was because of her I was fucking shot and nearly
died. The bitch is lucky she isn’t fucking dead right now, and Kalina. Coz I
tell you what Leigh, I see the Bulgarian slut again, I will end her.” he slams
past me, barging his shoulder into mine.

“What the fuck
Ant, what the hell is going on? Why the fuck haven’t you ended her?” I know
Abbi loves Debbie, thought of her as a sister now, but there is no way after
what has just happened I can let her in my house ever again.

“Why, fucking
why? You want to know why. The fucking whore is pregnant! That is why Leighton
fucking Lock. And that’s not the best part,” He scoffs and laughs a little too
sadistically, “We don’t know if the fucking spawn is yours or mine.”

“What, that’s
not possible. I didn’t finish in her.” I am shocked, I feel sick to my stomach.

“You were
unprotected Leighton. It doesn’t take a genius to know all you need is pre-cum
and even I saw that coating your fucking dick when you left her.”

“FUCK!” I brush
my hands through my hair, pulling at it. What the fuck was I supposed to do. I
didn’t want the cunt in my house, so that is the first thing I will sort.

“I want her out
now Ant. Get her out of here or I’ll do it myself.” I pour myself another
scotch, a very fucking large scotch. I am feeling dangerous, worse so then when
I saw my fiancée fucking Phillip. This girl, the one I let into my home, who
has been like an auntie to my daughter, had almost killed my best friend and
brother.

“I can’t Leigh;
I don’t want every fucker knowing.” He is angry himself I can see it, but he is
masking it with sadness.

“No? Fine, I’ll
fucking do it.” I slam my glass down on the side, almost shattering the crystal
of the tumbler, and storm from the room to the lounge.

The three girls
sit together, Maria in the middle now joking and laughing. “Feeling better?” I
ask her as I approach her.

She nods to me
smiling, “Good, I’m so very glad,” I reply sarcastically, not actually bothered
what the fuck she feels like, all I want is her friend, the traitorous bitch,
who is friends with my fucking Fiancée, to leave my home, NOW. “Now you,” I
point to Debbie, bending a little to get into her face, “Get yourself out of my
fucking house now.” I bite out, my anger evident in every word I speak.

“W…wh…what?” she
stutters out. I know a hundred percent she understands exactly why I am booting
her to the curb.

“Get. Your.
Fucking. Arse. Off. My. Sofa. And. Fuck. Off. And don’t you ever show your face
here again or I will throw you out of a moving car, got it.” I hear the gasps
around me. I'm thankful my son is still asleep right now, he really didn’t need
to witness me like this. I really shouldn't have drunk as much as I have.

“LEIGHTON.” Abbi
shouts at me, completely disgusted with my behaviour. “Don’t you dare talk to
her like that,” She warns me.

“Leigh, just
leave it.” I hear Antonio say behind me and it causes me to laugh, a malevolent
cackle.

“Don’t treat her
like what? Like the dirty slut she is. The dirty fucking whore who came into
our lives just to kill us, the person you call a friend and let look after our
baby, the one who had Ant shot in the first place. I for one want her gone.” I
grasp her arms, pulling her forcefully from the chair.

“Debbie?” Abbi
asks quietly and sadly. I feel so bad for her, and I hope this isn’t going to
send her off the deep end again.

“I’m sorry Abbi,
so sorry.” Debbie tells her, shaking her head. Her face smothered in tears and
it causes a slight happiness to penetrate me.

“Excuse me
everyone whilst I throw the trash out, it’s starting to smell the place up.” if
there is one thing people need to realise about me, it is I don’t fuck around.
You do not mug me off, treat me or my family like shit and you DO NOT, try to
kill my friends.

As I drag her
through the hallway, my fiancée stands by the lounge door watching on in
heartbreak, I whisper into the conniving little bitch’s ear, “If you were not
carrying a foetus in your stomach, then you would not be leaving through the
door, I can assure you of that. You come near my family or me again and I will
kill you. When you give birth to this baby, you will give it to Antonio and
then you will disappear from here, or I will make you fucking disappear.” I
warn her as I open my front door and sling the slut out of it and onto the
pavement outside.

“Leighton, mate
I’m sorry.” I hear Ant behind me again, tapping my shoulder and squeezing.

“Why didn’t you
tell me sooner? How long have you known for?” I ask him. I feel so hurt right
now.

“After what
happened at yours, between the four of us, she confessed when we got home.”

“WHAT?” I ask
angrily, furious at every fucker right now.

“Sorry, I just
didn’t want to cause a problem.”

“Ant, the psycho
nearly killed you. I nearly lost you for fucks sake.” I tell him, turning and
clasping the back of his head. I lay my forehead to his and breathe out an
agitated breath. “How do you think I felt when I saw you fucking bleeding and
dying in my front drive. It fucking killed me mate, I can’t lose you, and let
me assure you, if she comes near me or my family again, if she even touches a
fucking hair on your body, I will end her. And I will make it fucking hurt.” I
grip his hair as I fight the tears of anger and betrayal away.

All I can see as
I look to the foul heap of flesh on the driveway is my best friend, brother and
lover, bleeding, choking on his own blood, dying in my fucking arms.

“You are better
than her Antonio. Please do not go back there.” I beg him, squeezing onto his
neck in desperation.

“I need to get
her home safe and then I’ll be back. Okay?” I need him right now. The urge
inside me, to make sure he is okay, and safe, is so strong, I can’t contain it.

“I need you,” I
tell him, as my forehead still lay pressed to his.

“I’ll be back,
Leigh. Wait for me okay.” I breathe out, pressing my lips quickly to his and
then step aside so he can walk through my door and to her.

If I thought I
had ever knew pain and heartbreak it doesn’t compare to the way I felt when I
saw the man I cared for more than my own life, break down and cry the way he
did when Antonio left with
her.
I feel as though I am in an alternative
universe, where everything seems to be in slow motion.

First, my fiancé
walks into the lounge, lifts Debbie from her seat and proceeds to tell us all
what she has done. I physically feel my heart shatter into a hundred pieces,
scattering  like shrapnel through my body. I feel the agony and heartbreak as he
does what he has to do, I wish I could take it all away for him, give him a
smile.

“Baby, can I
come in?” I ask him, as I tap on his office door.

“Yeah,” He
sniffles quietly from behind the wood. He’s been locked away in there for an
hour. I had seen the nearly full bottle of scotch he had taken from the cabinet
and the last thing I need is him drinking himself into oblivion.

The thing is
with Leighton, he has an enormous heart, so much love to give but you do not,
ever, throw back that love and generosity in his face. “God, baby,” I say as I
push open his heavy door, and see him sitting at his desk, with a quarter
bottle of scotch left. His eyes are puffy, red and sore, his hands cut from an
obvious run in with a brick wall of sorts.

“Why?” he asks
sadly and I can’t stop the tears falling from my cheeks. I walk to his desk, sit
on the edge and then pull him to me, the wheels of his chair drawing him
closer.

“I don’t know,
baby, I couldn’t tell you. All I know is I am here for you, I am with you, she
will not be coming anywhere near any of us again, and when Antonio walks back
in this house, he isn’t going anywhere. I will not let her weasel her way into
his head again and have him crawling back there. I love you and you have done
the right thing.” I tell him, stroking his head and kissing it lightly.

“She’s
pregnant.” He says quietly and I can’t help the shock gasp that sounds from me.
“We don’t know who the father is.” He continues.

My heart can't
take it today, first finding out that the thing Leighton and I share our
beautiful girl, and she wasn’t his first. He has shared that love and
excitement with another before and it hurt me so deep I didn’t know how I would
cope. It wasn’t ‘til after he explained what happened that I got it, that I saw
clearly. I would have been the same way as him, running away and hiding from
the world. On top of this pain, he now has another to bear. His best friend,
the guy he deems to be his brother, having to go through this agony of losing
somebody he loves. He has no way of separating completely away from Debbie now,
she holds his child and that is something I know Antonio will not back away
from, he will love that child, bring it up and protect it till the day he dies.

“Sounds about
right, the bitch is obviously a manipulative whore.” I say angrily. I feel so
bad for Antonio right now; he is really falling for the girl.

“I mean, Abbi,
it could be mine.”

“No, no, NO!” I
shout the last no, my heart suddenly breaking. “It can’t be yours.” I am crying
now, tears of hurt streaming my face. “How could you, you promised me you have
never done that. You fucking told me.” I break down, falling to my knees from
atop the desk. I bury my face in my hands, my entire body racked with shakes.

“Angel, I would
never do that, please believe me. It happened when you came home; none of us
used protection that night. It was a stupid fucking mistake. I should never
have trusted her.” he clenches his fists together in anger.

I relax
suddenly, all at once remembering that night. I don't know how I could have
ever thought he had betrayed me.

“Leighton,
listen to me. This is not your fault, none of it is, we all got caught in the
heat of the moment. None of us could have expected this. What we can do now, is
protect our family, protect Antonio and make him feel welcome and loved and we
can move on, forget about her.” I encourage him, lifting his dropped head to
stare in his green eyes.

“I can’t just
forget she is pregnant with Ants or my child. She’ll have to be a part of our
lives until we can test that child for DNA.”

“And if it’s
yours, what are you going to do?” I ask him.

“Then I do the
right thing. I take that child away from its deranged, dangerous mother and
bring it up myself and love it the way I love Melissa and Joe.” He looks
guilty, even admitting he will love the baby.

“Then I would be
honoured to be your wife. You are such a strong man, and I know you can pull
through this, but we need to be there for Antonio now, he must be broken. He
loves that girl.” I inform Leighton and I know it is what needs to happen. We
both loves Ant with our entire hearts and I will not let him fall because of
this.

“I know. It’s
just such a fucked up situation. I’ve got my friends, my god damn brother and
sister and Joe out there and here I am drinking myself half to death instead of
being strong for everyone, being a father the way I should be.” He rubs his
hands over his face clearing the fog.

“Everyone has
gone home, it’s just Brandon and Georgia and they have put Joseph to bed as he
was still asleep on the sofa. I’m sure they have gone to bed now, as well. We
will sort them out tomorrow, tonight Ant needs us and I can see in your eyes,
Leighton, that you need him.” I lean forward and kiss his lips gently, stroking
my fingers under his eyes to collect the tears.

“I know.” he
simply answers.

“Okay, so, we’re
going to get up, take ourselves to bed and wait for Ant to join us. Okay?” He
nods his head and stands himself out of his chair. He takes a swig of his
scotch and then empties the remainder of his glass in the sink.

“Let’s go.” He
takes my hand and pulls me from the office and towards the grand staircase that
leads to our room. I can feel the heat he exhumes and I know tonight is going
to be rough, really fucking rough, but I know he needs it and I know, a hundred
per cent, Ant is going to need it too.

“Just know,
Abbi, tonight, it’s going to be hard, but I know you can handle it, sweetheart.
All you need to remember is your safe word.”

We stop by our
daughter’s room and his son’s room on the way to ours. He kisses both of their
heads, whispering his love to them. I can see he is already being soothed and
relaxed by their presence.

I wish I had
known of his past, been able to help him get past the hurt he is holding. I
know, soon, he will be my Leighton again. Strong, resilient and proud of
himself, but right now his despair and the memories that are replaying for him,
are eating away at his soul and ruining the Leighton I know.

*****

Leighton and I
have taken a bath together, calming some of the built up tension he possesses.
Now we are lying in bed and cuddling. After thirty minutes of lying quiet and
motionless, the bedroom door opens and in walks Ant. He has already removed
almost every stitch, of his clothing. All that remains is a tight, snug pair of
boxers, concealing his monster cock.

“Ant.” Leighton
says, sitting himself up and standing from the bed, “I’m sorry.” He walks fast
over to his best friend. They stand face to face, chest to chest, just staring
intensely at one another.

“Fuck.” I hear
the Italian accent mingle in the air as I watch their lips smash together.

I gulp down a
massive lump in my throat, clenching my thighs together hard. I’m not going to
survive tonight, I know that for sure.

They consume
each other before my eyes, their tongues mingling with one another whilst their
hands grasp and cling to any part of each other’s bodies they can. Leighton’s
fingers twist in Antonio’s hair, pulling at it desperately as he kisses him,
Ant’s hands stroked their hard cocks together as they both lay hard against
their abdomens. Somewhere along the way, one of them had managed to remove
Ant’s boxers, giving me a beautiful view of their dicks rubbing against the
others.

“Wow.” I say
aloud as I watch them, wanting to touch myself in all the right places, over
it.

Leighton pushes
his friend to the wall, his back slamming hard into the plaster. My fiancé
holds him there, bracing his body with his impressive arms. Ant’s eyes close,
his eyelashes resting against his cheeks as he tosses his head back to the
wall, Leighton’s lips beginning to trail down the entire surface of his neck.
He doesn’t stop with his torment, caressing Ant’s physique, licking and sucking
at his collarbone, chest, biting roughly at his nipples. I can't help the moan that
is pulled from my tight throat as Leighton drops to his knees in front of Ant,
his hands scaring the eight pack of abs present on his stomach. I tremble at
the look Leighton receives from Ant; the wicked gleam in his intense brown eyes
makes my own body quiver with a powerful need. I watch in adoration as Leighton
leans in, taking Ant in his mouth.

“Jesus.” I sound
again, my body’s tension and heat escalating to a dangerous level. “Baby, take
him deep.” I instruct Leighton, knowing I was pushing it. I’m awarded a
dangerous glance from Ant, then as Leighton’s head turns around I see the pure
malicious arousal there.

“Oh, Abbi, I
know I didn’t need an excuse for tonight, but you’ve just given the both of us
a perfect reason. Get off the bed and stand at the end.” Leighton instructs me,
his heated stare driving me insane. I growl at them, the pure eroticism of the
pair of them together is all I need to get off. I had done everything with the
two of them, I couldn’t think of a thing we hadn’t done together, the three of
us discovering my love and obsession with kink. Tonight, though, I know it’s
going to be different, more intense, more fierce and more possessing.

I walk to the
end of the bed, standing in the perfect position for them. I face them; my head
bowed gracefully, my hands behind my back. My breasts are pointing towards
them, perky and firm. My nipples are already peaking hard, the stifling air
smothering every inch of my skin. “God, Leighton, where did you find her, she
is just perfection. Look at her. Every inch of her body is one to be treasured,
loved, possessed, marked and fucked severely, intensely and brutally. You want
that, Princess; you want me to fuck your tight little pussy?” Ant asks me, his
face above mine. His warm, intoxicating body is in front of me, but his head a
whole foot above my own. I refrain from flinching, in pleasure, as Ant’s strong
fingertips stroke my cheek, moving a lock of hair from my face. They move to my
lips, grazing them, making them swell in preparation of him. “Utter beauty,
Abigail. God, you are just so perfect.” He whispers to me, putting his muscular
arms on the bed posts either side of me, moving into me further. His forceful
body pushed me into the bed frame, the back of my knees touching it. My entire
being shivers as his lips brush against my ear, his breath electrocuting my
body with lust and arousal. “Turn around, Pet, bend over and hold the chains on
the posts.” He orders me, licking my ear lobe then biting hard onto it. I want
to swear and plead for him to help remove this intense pressure inside of me,
but I know it will be a long time before that happens.

I turn around as
ordered; bending at the waist so my naked body is on show, my most private
parts open and spread for the both of them. I grab a hold of the post’s chains.
I open my legs a little, giving myself some semblance of balance. I struggle to
pick which side to look, as Ant and Leighton take a wrist each and attach it to
a leather cuff on the chain. “You were wrong before, Ant. You thought she was
perfect then, that is nothing on this.” Leighton exclaims his voice horse and
deep, that beautiful British tone shining through. I jump forward, as much as I
can, as a firm hand collides with my exposed backside. “I love seeing my mark
on her, seeing her flesh so pink and ripe from me.” Leighton states aloud,
rubbing away the burning sting searing through my skin.

A larger hand
connects with the other arse cheek, harder, firmer and fiercer. Others would
see this as abuse, a deranged arrangement for sick-minded people, but to me,
this is passion, affection, possession, love and serenity. “I think, Leighton,
I would like to try out that new cane you bought. Would that be okay?” I know
Ant is in need of this tonight, a way to release the built up anguish and hurt
inside, but I damned every fucker that ever lived for him chosen a cane. I have
only experienced it once, and that one time was enough to last me a lifetime,
and maybe after. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was so
suffocating I felt sick. My skin burned, stung, felt raw and open to every
sensation around. But I loved these two men, more than my own life, and if
giving myself over to their pleasure, allowing Ant to experience that space in
his head where he can dispose of his bad thoughts, then I was more than willing
to have a few bleeding welts for that.

“Yes, now,
please.” Leighton said, clearly excited to see me at somebody else’s mercy, at
Ant’s mercy. Antonio’s sexy laugh makes me sigh in pleasure, needing to clench
my thighs together to relieve the itch there.

I count in my
head, as the silent seconds pass me. Leighton does not talk to me, doesn’t
acknowledge me, the way he always is in a proper scene. The Dom, always so
professional and aloof.