Deliverance (The LockDown Series Book 1)

by Dobson, Shannon

  “Here, blow before you eat it otherwise it will scald you,” I warn him as I hand him the fuller of the two bowls. The amount of times I had burnt myself when I was younger, because I was in too much of a rush to wait for it to cool.

  We settle on the sofa to eat our food. When I finish mine I place my bowl aside and then pop a movie on. I wait for Leighton to finish so I can snuggle to his side.

  “That was so good baby, thank you.” I smile up at him, his eyes beaming bright at me.

  “Why, thank you. Do you realize it has only been forty-eight hours since we admitted the way we felt and started this thing between us; it seems like months have passed. I still could never repay you for how you’ve changed my life. You are truly my own guardian angel.”

  “Forty-eight hours? That’s crazy. Well as I’ve loved you since I saw you it has been months to me.” I blush and my heart melts a little at his words.

  “I love you.” I kiss his cheek and return to watching the movie, his arms pulling me to him.

  “I love you too Abigail, always sweetheart.”

  I begin to fall asleep pretty quickly into the film. The next thing I know I feel Leighton pick me up from the sofa as he turns the TV off. I hear his feet padding the carpet on the floor and then the creaking of the stairs as he takes me to his room.

  Removing my clothing and getting me into bed, he turns the lamp on and switches the main light out, climbing into bed he pulls my back to his front, spooning me.

  “Sweet dreams Angel,” are the last words I hear before I shut off for the night.

  Before I know it another six months have passed in the blink of an eye. My life has been perfect every single day from the moment Leighton had told me he loved me. Even when I think back to the day Kalina had tried to steal my man, the day I had lost control of every rational thought and the only thing pumping through my conscience was the need to end her, to pummel her into the floor, he had been there, reassuring me, telling me how proud he was of me and that he couldn’t think of anyone better to be his girlfriend.

  I spend my days either helping at Angelo’s, tidying up after the lazy bastard that was Leighton, or studying for my college course I had begun. I was studying English Literature again, like I had been at Lisa and Carl's. I want to eventually become a teacher, spreading the joy of books to other people, to make them see the magical world of fiction.

  I count every day as a blessing when I wake up beside my man. Six months together and we are still tight and as strong as anything. I have been off the streets for eight months in total. Eight months of fearless, safe and loving care.

  The weather outside is glorious now, the middle of August, and bright sunshine in the brightest blue sky I have ever seen. The countryside really does summer well, the flowers are in full bloom and the trees are full and green.

  In the evenings we sit and eat together, snuggling and watching a movie or attending any parties or engagements together. I’ve only had to see Kali on three small occasions. The anger is still raw every time. And every time I want nothing more than to continue smashing her face in. Before I am ever able to make eye contact with her, Leighton or Thomas removes me from the room.

  Very rarely Leighton will go away on business, leaving me at home alone. I don’t like it, in fact I hate it, but there is nothing I can do. I can’t tell him not to go, his work is his life.

  It’s a very warm Thursday afternoon; I’m busy sweeping in the kitchen whilst Leighton is at the restaurant working as usual, the restaurant I suppose I should be at. As I bend down to sweep up the dust with the dustpan I suddenly feel dizzy and really sick.

  I feel a warm feeling rising through my stomach and up through my throat.

  I run to the bathroom in time to dispense the vomit into the bowl. Gushes of fluid come up, staining my pristine ceramic toilet. My gut already begins to ache as the muscles clench, forcing the nausea further up.

  When I finish, because the only thing now coming up is painful air, I wipe the remnants of my sickness away and flush the evidence down the toilet.

  Feeling much better I begin to cook a nice curry for dinner, already taking on the role as wife in the household. Not that I complain, I would love more than anything to be his wife.

  I chop, slice and dice the ingredients and then add them to the slow cooker. I turn the dial on the appliance to let the dinner cook.

  My phone buzzes on the sideboard and I reach and clasp it, sliding the screen across to unlock the text that I can already see is from Leighton;

  Hey baby,

  I’ll be home at about seven this evening.

  How are you today?

  X

  I smile at his text, a warm feeling in my stomach at his lovingness to me. I immediately reply.

  Hey Sexy,

  Dinner's cooking so it will be ready for you when you get home.

  Feeling a little rough today.

  Just been sick :/

  Bit weird.

  Anyway, I miss you.

  Your Abbi xxx

  Just saying the word makes me feel ill again and I have to sprint the whole length of the mansion to the closest toilet to be sick once more.

  I sit back against the unit in the bathroom and wipe my hands over my face, clearing myself of the sweat collecting there. I think to myself that I must have a bug or something. I haven’t been ill in years; even living on the streets I was never ill.

  I decide to have a lie down whilst dinner simmers away slowly. Hitting the cloud-like pillows on our bed, I pass out almost instantly.

  “Baby, come on baby wake up.” I feel somebody shaking my body and I groan.

  “Abbi, wake up sweetie, dinner's ready.” I hear Leighton’s voice filter through my ears. I flicker my eyes open to see my handsome man staring down at me. “There you are.” He strokes my cheek with his fingertips, sliding the hair away from my face delicately.

  “What’s the time?” I ask him, sitting myself up and stretching.

  “It’s half seven baby.” I jump from the bed needing to get dinner finished; it’s probably burnt to smithereens already.

  “Where are you going Abbi?” he questions me, confused at my sudden panicking state.

  “Dinner, it needs finishing.” I run around flustered.

  “I finished it. Might be microwave rice but I managed,” he chuckles proudly at himself.

  “Well done you. You’re learning fast,” I mock him, cupping then stroking his face, his day old stubble scratching my fingertips lightly.

  Suddenly a wave of nausea hits me again like a brick wall to the face and I dash for the en-suite, barely making it in time to spew in the toilet.

  “Oh God. Ergh.” I feel Leighton sweep my hair from my face and rub my back for me.

  “You been like this all day?” he questions me, a worried look maiming his beautiful face.

  I can only nod as another bout of sick erupts from me. My stomach clenches as the pain pierces through me.

  “Poor Angel. Good girl, get it all up. That’s it baby.” He continues to rub my back in a smooth circle, holding my hair in a makeshift ponytail.

  After what seems like hours I finally finish, leaning back on my heels. Leighton presses a warm flannel to my face and cleans the evidence and heat away for me. His tender and loving care warms my insides.

  “Thanks,” I say through the material of the cloth. It feels amazing. He wipes away the sweat and sick from my skin and brushes my hair out of my face sticking it in a ponytail for me.

  “Go back to bed sweetie, I’ll bring dinner up.” He helps me from the floor, pulling me into a cuddle, rubbing the back of my head and kissing the top of it. “Poor bubba.”

  I climb back into bed and lean on the head board. I rub my aching stomach, slightly swollen from whatever stupid bug I have.

  A few minutes later Leighton returns with a tray, a plate of curry and rice, a portion of naan bread and a glass of juice. “Didn’t think you’d be
in the mood for wine tonight, so Ribena it is.” He smiles sweetly, passing me the tray.

  “You’re amazing you know that?” I tell him, reassuring him his actions have been noticed and that I am grateful for his assistance and tender loving care.

  “What can I say? I do try.” He climbs into bed next to me, switching on the TV that hangs on the bedroom wall, putting an episode of Big Bang Theory on for me.

  “You not eating babe?” I ask him, the lack of plate an obvious reason.

  “Already eaten. Tried to wake you when I got in but you were sound asleep, so I ate and then came to wake you up.” He kisses my cheek and sits watching me eat.

  Placing the tray on the sideboard with my empty glass and plate, I lean back and rub my now even more bloated belly. I had obviously eaten far too much.

  “I have a food baby now,” I giggle, feeling slightly better.

  I snuggle back down into the bed, pulling the covers around me and cuddling into Leighton’s awaiting arms. My head rests on his chest listening to his even paced heartbeat and light breathing. His intoxicating scent fills my nostrils.

  I laugh at a bit in the Big Bang Theory.

  “You know I love that sound,” Leighton reveals to me, drawing lazy circles over my sore tummy.

  I laugh even louder, a proper Santa Clause chuckle. “You know for such a small girl, Bernadette has some massive tits. Howard is a lucky bloke. I think I’d do her along with Penny.”

  “Damn, little miss bisexual.” He laughs at me and pulls me in closer to him.

  “Says the man who’s fucked men,” I playfully slap his shoulder.

  We continue watching the last fifteen minutes of the episode, laughing together and doing our own impressions of Sheldon.

  As the episode finishes I turn onto my tummy and look up at my man.

  “I missed you today. How was work?” I ask him, closing my eyes and relaxing into him.

  He tightens his arms around me and pulls me closer to him, “Meh, usual bollocks to be honest babe.” By usual bollocks he means that Scott was being a clingy bastard, Antonio is still trying to plot some sort of revenge on the arseholes who raped Maria and shot at him, and Nate and Thomas sneaking off for kisses. Thomas had opened up to Leighton a few months ago. Nobody else had been told but the two of us so they were still trying to sneak away without anybody’s acknowledgment. They were like two school kids.

  “Hmm sounds fun. I think you should stay home with me tomorrow.” I wink at him. I lean up and whisper into his ear, “You could be in me all day baby.” I kiss his neck.

  “That’s very tempting Angel, I might just do that.” I inwardly fist pump the air.

  I continue to kiss his neck, lightly sucking at his skin, nibbling and then licking my way down to his collarbone. His sharp breath hisses through his teeth as I reach his bare chest and bite his nipple. I begin grazing my teeth along the little brown disc, licking away the sting and then sucking it in my mouth.

  I see his erection clearly through the blankets, tenting the material. “I think the monster's out to play.”

  I continue my path downwards, sucking, licking, and teasing his skin. When I reach his cock I pull the covers away and I’m greeted with the steely length. I lick the crown of his hard muscle then take him fully in my mouth.

  “I missed you today, a lot, but I missed him more baby. I’ve missed the taste of him in my mouth. The taste of your hot cum in my throat, I miss him hitting my tonsils and choking me.” I slide my mouth all the way down, feeling him at the back of my throat.

  “Jesus, that feels so good. That’s it, take me, take me all the way baby.” He grips my hair in his fist, lifting his hips to meet my every slide down, ramming himself deeper within my mouth.

  I grip his large shaft and slide my hand up and down opposite to my mouth, when I suck down my hand comes up to meet my lips, when I suck up my hand slides to the base of his dick.

  “Abbi, I’m gonna cum, keep going.” His thrusts become more violent, making me gag on the brutal force of them. I feel his penis pulsate, and then my mouth is flooded with his hot orgasm. The salty goodness hits the back of my tongue and slides down my throat as I swallow hard around him.

  “Jesus, you are too good at that.” He pulls me back up to eye level with him and then kisses me hard on the mouth, mingling his tongue with mine, tasting his own release.

  “I taste so good on you.” He bites my lower lip as he pulls away from me slowly.

  I return to my position next to him on the bed and snuggle into him. I feel a horrible gurgling in my belly, and then I feel the warmth rising again.

  “Fuck.” I jump from the comfort of my bed to the cold tiles on the bathroom floor and puke in the toilet for the umpteenth time today. “Ergh, fucking hell, just stop already,” I command my stomach.

  “Aww baby. You poor thing.” I feel Leighton sit behind me stroking my back and keeping my wild tendrils from my face, the stupid ones that have decided they don’t want to be in the hair band. Damn them.

  Leighton runs me a bubbly bath whilst I finish wiping my face.

  “Here, get in.” He pulls my top over my head chucking it in a dirty washing pile, and then proceeds to remove my trousers and knickers. He lifts me around the waist and places me in the ginormous tub.

  I sit down and immerse myself in the deep water, coming level with my shoulders. Leighton sits behind me and pulls me to his chest.

  “I’m so glad you’ve put weight on baby, you looked so ill when I found you, you look so beautiful and curvy now.” He rubs his hand over my little food baby and kisses my damp hair.

  “I still thank God every day for you Leighton. I dread to think where I would be now, if you hadn’t found me eight months ago. I love you so much.” I turn my head to his and kiss his bristly cheek. “Don’t shave tomorrow I like this rugged look, it’s so sexy.”

  “I can’t believe you’ve been here eight months. I’ve had a birthday with you here already, speaking of which it’s yours soon. Thirty three days to be exact. I’m going to make it so special for you Angel. I can’t wait to spoil you rotten.” He continues stroking my stomach and lying light little butterfly kisses to my head.

  “I don’t need anything other than you. You’re all I’ll ever need.” I kiss him once more and then settle into his chest, close my eyes and relax.

  I feel myself being put onto a comfy bed. Fluttering my eyes open, I see Leighton pulling the blanket over my body.

  “Sleep now Angel.” A tender kiss is placed to my forehead and then my body pulled into his, his broad and muscular chest warming my slim back.

  “I love you baby.” Leighton delicately kisses my shoulder.

  “I love you too.”

  I sleep through till lunch the next day. When I awake next to Leighton I’m hit with another hurricane of sick. Something is clearly wrong.

  “I’m going to call the doctor in,” he tells me after assisting me with another of his back rubs.

  I nod and slump into the bed again.

  Ergh, I hate feeling sick.

  Leighton comes back into the room ten minutes later. “She’ll be here in about thirty minutes sweetheart,.” he says and sits next to me on the bed.

  “Thank you Leighton. I feel so rough. I can’t remember the last time I was ill.”

  “I know baby. It’s horrible to see you like this.” He cuddles me to his firm chest again, kissing me intermittently.

  “Leighton, what’s happening with that whole business with Antonio and those guys? You know, the ones that hurt Maria.” It has been four months since I heard anything about it. I know Antonio well enough to know how much he cares for his sister, I know killing that one guy wouldn’t be enough to settle the upset and anger inside him.

  “Do you want me to be honest Abbi?” Shit something serious is obviously happening.

  “Of course, I can handle anything you tell me baby.” I nod for him to carry on.

  “
Right now we have a hit out on every guy associated with the gang. We found Thomas’s brother dead outside the club the other day, the groups brand carved into his chest. They’ve gone too far now, it’s time to stop this. And I will not rest until every single one of them is dead. I do not want you at risk by leaving even one bastard alive.” I gulp down the sick feeling in my stomach but it’s no use. Thomas is my best friend and brother, his own brother a fantastic wonderful guy. It breaks my heart to think of how Tom is coping, I just thanked God he had Nate to care for him.

  With the mixture between the bug I have and the information Leighton has just told me I feel ill.

  “Shhh it’s okay baby. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise Angel.”

  “I’m scared Leighton. I don’t want to find out you’ve been killed. In fact I don’t want any of you hurt even Scott. Thomas’s brother, he was such a wonderful guy. My Thomas, God I wish I had known, he would have needed me Leighton.” I feel a tear slip from my eye.

  “I know baby. Nothing is going to happen to me or the boys.” He kisses my head.

  “It already has. Samuel was like family to us as well, he may not be involved but he helped Tom run Angelo’s and was a father for heaven’s sake.”

  The doorbell sounds through the house. “That’ll be the Doc. I’ll go let her in.” He stands and leaves the bathroom.

  I return to the bedroom once again, it seems to be a pattern now; sleep, wake, sick, bed, sleep, wake, sick then bed, a continuous cycle. Hopefully the Doctor can find the cause and give me something to help with it.

  “Abigail, this is Dr. Lewis,” Leighton introduces her.

  “Hi, nice to meet you.” I outstretch my hand for her to take and she shakes it.

  “You too Abbi. So what’s going on?” she asks me.

  “I’ll leave you ladies to it as I need to make a few calls. You’ll be okay?” Leighton kisses my forehead quickly before leaving after my nod.