“Wait, skip back on that one.” I say as something catches my eye. I’m not sure what pulls me to the small screen but it must be something interesting.
“There we go,” Tom says as he rewinds the clip and then plays it from the beginning again. “Is that?” Tom doesn’t finish his question because I answer for him.
“WHAT THE FUCK,” I say angrily as I focus my eyes on the stomach that at that point had held my Daughter. Currently, that moment in time, MY Abigail was on her knees, that cunts cock in her mouth.
Thomas switches the screen off and it pisses me off more. “FUCKING turn it back on NOW! Enlarge that one video link! And then fuck off!” I shout at him. I feel bad for the guy because all he is trying to do is help.
The screen flickers back on, the footage now covering the entire surface of the projector screen.
“FUCK!” I shout again, my blood boiling within my veins as they constrict tightly in my body. My suspicions are completely confirmed as I hear her talking about Antonio and me.
“Don’t be stupid about this boss, think it through.” Thomas encourages me, also trying to calm my evident rage.
“GET THE FUCK OUT NOW TOM!” I shout once more, not wanting to hurt him, because at this moment in time I am about ready to rip someone’s head off or put a bullet in their skull.
“Okay, I’m going. If you need me Leigh, call me. I don’t want you doing something stupid. Okay?” he leaves the room quietly, closing the door behind him.
I sit back in my chair and watch the clip from start to finish. From the moment she enters, to dropping on her knees, to being fucked on his desk with pure bliss on her face, to his knife slicing her baby filled tummy to her leaving like the filthy whore she is.
I pick my laptop up from the desk in a fit of rage a sling it at the projector, smashing the thing into pieces.
“ARGGHHH!” I bellow, trying but failing to calm myself. I can’t control the thoughts flooding my mind. They are dangerous and violent. I want to end one of them; I need to, just to grasp some semblance of control again. This is not okay, for either of them, and both of them will learn one way or the other what happens when you fuck with a Lock, especially the Lock that owns his father’s company, the father that was one of the most feared assassins in the UK before his death. You betray me, or my family, and you are gone. Simple. I have had enough disloyalty to last a life time, and I don’t take it anymore, not from anyone.
I walk to my safe, fitted into the wall. I turn the dial until it clicks open. Inside my beautiful glock sits, ready and waiting, and the malicious smile that spreads on my face as I load it and slip it into my waist band, should show just how little people clearly know me.
I don’t give mercy to anyone who back stabs me, even if it is the slutty, cheating, skank whore that has mothered my child. If Melissa didn’t look the spitting image of me I would now doubt if she was even mine.
I slam my safe closed and collect my keys. I walk from my office and leave the restaurant through the back exit.
“Bring it the fuck on!” I say aloud as I climb into my seat and rip out of the car park.
As I drive through the alley towards the darkened street, I have one decision, one very dangerous and deadly thought.
Who will I go to first?
Phillip or Abigail?
-TO BE CONTINUED-