Durability (The LockDown Series Book 3) by Shannon Dobson Read Free Book Online

roars as he paces toward him. He grabs Mel from his arms. I can see the need in his eyes to at least lay a punch to his face but Mel begins to cry and holds onto her godfather tightly.
    “Take her outside, keep her safe until the guys get here, then I need you back mate,” I tell him as he walks past me and out of the room with her.
    “Not so big now are you?” I ask maliciously as I pace the small area in front of him, kicking dust balls with my shoes. I am still dressed in my Tux, my shirt still bloodstained and red. “You see this,” I point the gun to my blooded chest. “This is my wife’s blood. The blood that nearly took her from me, and you, you fucking cunt, ran away like a prick, WITH MY FUCKING DAUGHTER!” I look to him and he lowers his head guiltily to the floor.
    I walk over to him and lift his face to me, smashing the butt of my gun into his cheek. The crack I hear and the spit of blood that joins and mingles with Abbi’s, brings a fucked-up kind of pleasure to me.
    “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, trying to lower his head again.
    “SORRY? You’re fucking sorry? You ruined her life, you stupid, perverted cunt. I will ruin you, do you get that? I will fucking ruin you and I will get off on it like you get off on fucking children,” I say nastily, smiling as I do.
    He looks to the side of me, trying to avoid my eyes and it makes my anger boil over. I smash my gun into his jaw a few times before cracking the top of his head with it. The blood trickles down his cheek from his skull, his jaw disfigured and hanging a little.
    He doesn’t flinch at all, barely moves an inch as I beat his face. “Feel big now? You want to hurt me? YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU’RE DONE, YOU UNDERSTAND? DONE!” I turn and walk towards the door, waiting for Antonio’s return.
    As I stand I think about my wife and how I am going to deal with her. She has pissed me off something chronic with her disregard for Melissa and I know if I go there now, the adrenaline and anger I have built up from this little rendezvous will make me say things I really shouldn’t.
    I hear the steps heading back towards me from the front door and I turn back to face the man whose life is just about to end, gladly.
    “Game over fucker!” I spit out as I lift my lips in a wicked smile.
     



Richard
     
    I had heard the door smashing through and I knew my time was coming to an end. My heart rate had sped through the roof and my hands were sweating up as total and utter fear penetrated me.
    I kiss my granddaughter’s hair and hold her close to me for the last time, as I force to keep my tears at bay. I need to be strong right now and take what I deserve. I know I deserve it; it was just a matter of time before someone took the initiative to rid the world of me.
    I hear the multiple footsteps in the hall outside, the slamming against my stairs as somebody disappears up them.
    I had told the baby that everything would be okay, that she would be fine, before the lounge door was kicked in and I saw death before me, the grim reaper in the form of a large, built, gun-wielding husband.
    I can’t recall past the snatching of the child from my arms and the first breaking of my cheek bone. It had splintered in my face, the shards digging violently into my skin, the pain searing through my body.
    I don’t show my fear, I don’t show my pain. I take every hit, every punch and forceful strike with acceptance as I mentally count down the minutes I know I have left. I pray to God, pleading for his eternal forgives for every sin I have committed.
    ‘If you can hear me Lord, know that I have sinned, but I have acknowledged my wrong doings. All I want is to leave this world and be with my wife. To leave my daughter safe and happy. Please allow me to your home and welcome me. Please redeem me of everything I have ever done and encourage me to stay positive and watch over my family from afar.’ I beg him silently as I see that clock ticking away.
    SMASH! Another