Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (29 page)

“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 drool 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 the 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 goddamn 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, they’re 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 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.

I know she needs this, she has been through hell without me here and I want to heal her heart once again. I can’t possibly put myself in her position right now because I haven’t been here, I haven’t felt the utter panic and trauma she did when she found our little girl missing.

Abigail is a precious individual, a diamond in the rough, and she needs tender loving care. No matter how strong she tries to make herself out to be, she is still in need of love and strength. I will give her that until the day I die and even then, I will continue from the grave, to make her happy and whole.

I have been in the BDSM lifestyle for many years and I have seen how taking the control from someone can actually heal them, and it has with Abbi, it has made her relax and control her anxiety attacks.

I know she will be upstairs waiting perfectly still, exactly the way I have taught her, the way Ant has taught her. But, I need to make sure my brother is okay first and that Georgia is coming, also to know how my son is.

I already feel like I’ve betrayed him, leaving him without saying goodbye. He would have woken up to me gone. At his age, he couldn’t possibly understand I’m needed somewhere else. To him, I should be giving my undivided attention to him and I want to, I will. When he arrives here, he will be staying. He will get to know me properly, as I him. I will be the best dad he could possibly ever have, the dad I promised to be the day he was born.

I hear Brandon returning from his phone call within a few minutes. “All good?” I ask him, begging and hoping my jeans are hiding the erection Abbi has managed to give me.

“Yeah, she’s just packing a few things and then she’ll be leaving. Joe was a little upset to know you were gone, but Georgia told him he was coming to stay with you for a while and he seemed happy apparently. Does Abbi know about Josie and Joe?” my brother asks me curiously, fiddling with his fingers.

“No, I didn’t think I was going to see him again, I thought I had lost him forever. I didn’t want the horrible memories of Josie’s death to plague my new relationship, Abbi deserves more than for me to cling on to my past. She deserves my hundred per cent attention,” I explain.

“Leigh, just because you still love your late fiancée, does not mean you are going to take any attention away from Abbi. If anything, I think Abbi will understand completely, support you the way we should have.” He claps my shoulder to support me.

“Yeah, maybe, but I didn’t want to risk it. Well, fuck it now, she’s going to know when she meets Joseph, I’ll have to tell her who he is.”

“Yeah you will, Leigh. She deserves to know, you and Joe both deserve to live your lives in the open. Anyways, enough of the depression, what are we doing now?” Brandon asks me, and I really wish he had brought his wife with him so he would at least have someone to keep amused whilst I lavish my fiancée’s body.

“I’m going to go and make sure my woman is thoroughly serviced. You can do what you like. I’m sure Ant will be fine keeping you entertained,” I tell him before patting his shoulder and leaving the room.

“Hey, Leigh, thanks for forgiving me.” He looks sad and it breaks my heart that my father’s shit faced lies have done this to us.

“Nothing to forgive, Brandon, now enjoy yourself and keep outta trouble ‘kay? And could you ask Ant or Tom to get the security back for me?” I ask him once again, walking from the room.

“Sure, look after her Leigh; she seems like a good girl.”

I nod to him, before turning and leaving.

I take the stairs two at a time, to get to my girl as quick as I can. I can’t prepare myself for what I see when I arrive there.

“Angel,” I quietly say, as I walk to the side of the bed and stroke her soft hair as she kneels perfect atop the sheets. Her graceful and truly beautiful body is naked and bare, her stomach marring the lightest markings from our beautiful child, her body showing the slight recognition of the trauma she had suffered almost a year ago from Phillip. They are all reasons for my love to her. How strong and utterly brilliant she is shows through every scar and mark on her body. She is perfection in its purest form and those marks are what make her, her. “You are truly breathtaking Abigail. Look at me Pet,” I command her and she lifts her head delicately and looks at me. Her blue eyes are intense, dark and aroused and I lose myself in the endless depth I find there.