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Authors: Shannon Dobson
Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2)
DAUNTLESS
Copyright© 2016 Shannon Dobson
Published by Shannon Dobson
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I would like to express my upmost gratitude to a fantastic friend who has slaved away editing Total LockDown for me. Nicola Rhead you are a star and one in a million, I wouldn’t be where I am without you.
My thanks go to all the of the girls on my street team, you are all amazing and I love you all for the continuous support you give me.
Lastly I would like to thank my family and boyfriend for once again putting up with my compulsion to write, write, write. I could never thank you all enough for never standing in my way and always encouraging my ideas and creativity. I love you all with my entire heart.
This world is never long enough for one person. Recently I discovered an old friend, from school is suffering with the hideous disease we all know as cancer. He is my own age, twenty-one. He is having his second lot of brain surgery and telling cancer to go do one. I want everyone to join in with him and the entire world to kick cancers arse.
Reece Hawley, you are truly a warrior of this world. People may box, people may fight wars, but above them all you are the real hero and survivor, you hold the strength within you that none of us are even privy too. I will admire you till the day I cease to live. There will never be a day that passes that I won't think of how incredible you are, how determined and strong you are.
I have known and lost some of my closest friends to cancer, but none of them have the willpower you do. Nothing seems to knock you down.
There aren’t enough words in the English vocabulary to express my gratitude to you, someone who doesn't give up, doesn’t use any excuse to live their lives. You prove to us all, no matter who you are, how well you are or how rich you are, there is a life to live.
This book is dedicated to you. To everything you are and everything you will continue to be.
Reece, your own hero, the world’s hero, MY hero.
Shannon Dobson
“In order to succeed,
Your desire for success
Should be greater than your fear of failure.”
-Bill Cosby
Leighton
I’m sat in my car and the heater is blowing full force onto my face. The chill outside, icing the pavement up, is trying its hardest to break through the metal casing of my Bentley. My very core is cold, frost bitten and frozen over.
My heart is pounding an unsteady rhythm against my ribcage, every pound
of it penetrating my eardrums, another reminder of the anger inside of me. I can feel the metal grip of my beloved glock, digging into my back as I’m thrown back into the chair from the sheer power of my car.
My foot is pushed fully to the carpeted floor, the speedometer soaring as every painful second ticks by. The dingy brick buildings of London are dissipating into the beautiful, green rolling hills of Surrey. These are hills I once found warming and homely, now just tormenting reminders of what awaits for me. The very thought of walking back into
my
home and seeing
her
there, holding my beautiful,
innocent
baby girl in her arms, makes me physically sick. If Melissa wasn’t the spitting image of me, intense green eyes and a mop of dark blonde hair, then I wouldn’t even believe she was mine. If Abigail is able to fuck the man that nearly killed her, our daughter
and
my best friend, then I was clearly mistaken about the kind of woman she is.
I keep praying to God, that there is some simple explanation, that this is just one fucked up misunderstanding or even maybe a terrible dream. I hope somehow that Abigail’s image had been manipulated into those recordings, but the more I think about that being the answer, the more I realise how naïve and stupid I was.
How fucking selfish is she? After everything I have given her, everything I’ve done for her, she throws everything back into my face so easily.
Those violent thoughts from earlier still filter through my brain. Phillip or Abigail? Who did I seriously want to take all of this anger out on? Phillip had gone too far, as usual, but Abigail had committed the biggest betrayal I deem feasible. To top it off, not only did she fuck the prick, but she did it with
MY
child inside of her blossoming stomach.
I shake my head to clear it, to give myself some control over everything.
I don’t really want to kill Abbi. Sure, the thought makes me feel fantastic, fucking ecstatic in fact; I feel the anger strong enough to pursue it right now. I know I’d feel closure and a little better by putting a bullet in the pair of them, but I know I’d regret killing her, she is the mother of my child after all, and other than that blip with screwing Phillip, she was a damn good mum.
I really don’t know how I am supposed to deal with this overdrive of feelings and thoughts of her right now; I don’t want to see her ever again. Just thinking of her makes my heart ache something fierce, it may as well be on the road beneath my tyres, the burning rubber squashing over it and leaving it in a bloody pile, like it feels in my chest cavity now.
The only option I have right now, to save myself further heartache, is pay Phillip a little visit. The prick won’t even know what hit him, or shot him I should say.
Right now, I have no worries to my safety, if he shoots me first, kills me in cold blood, it will be easier and less painful to me, than what I am feeling right now.
I don’t want the guys in on this one, even though I know full well they’ll kick my arse for making them miss out on an opportunity to get creative with Phillip, but I don’t need them seeing me so weak over somebody else, to know that somebody has affected me so severely my life meant nothing anymore.
I wish I had listened to Scott a little more. I repeatedly think back to the time he had treated Abbi like a piece of meat, talked to her like all she was good for was a hole to shove his cock into. Maybe if I had followed his tactics, as well as my own usual form of attack and just fucked the shit out of her, like the slut she clearly is, I wouldn’t be in this situation right now. I wouldn’t be risking my own life by going in without backup, just so I can have the satisfaction of looking into Phillip’s eyes as I splatter his head over the walls of his
immaculate
office.
I know, with one hundred percent certainty, if I was to go to Abigail right now, I won’t be able to control myself. Abbi knows of one of my identities, the one I want her to see, the one that’s not really who I am. I have wined and dined her, treated her like a
princess
, hidden the nasty and malicious side of me as much as I could. She has no clue as to how many people I have killed, men and women alike, it doesn’t matter, if there’s a job and I’m paid the right money then my glock is willing to part with a round or two. She doesn’t know of the thrill and pleasure I get out of seeing the blood drain from their petrified faces and how much I enjoy doing what I do.