The One Addicted(119)

“Does Gino know, Suze?”

“Does he heck? Hasn’t got a clue and it’ll stay that way until you’re ready. Ok?” She winks and I mouth ‘thank you’ as we hear the knock at the door. Her husband’s timing was perfect.

I say my goodbye’s and lock-up, turning the lights off as I go and as I leave the lounge I double back. I could have sworn I saw someone sitting in a dark saloon opposite the house… watching. For added measure I close the curtains, something I rarely do downstairs and hold them tightly together. I’m sure it’s because I’m over tired and exhaustion is setting in but this feeling of being observed is becoming a regular occurrence.

I feel like I’m going mad.


“No No No No No No No!!!!!!!! All my plans, all my fucking plans and she does this to me - this? How fucking dare she?”

He knew she was ungrateful but this was the last straw. No - this wasn’t going to work at all. Not at all. It didn’t fit in with his plans. He was trying to get rid of her friends and family not bring on more baggage!!! He would have to make her understand that she only needed him - she had to realise the error of her ways.

It was bad enough she had one kid but at least he could be palmed off on her bloody parents or his real-dad. Now she was expecting him to bring up another bastard? A shiny bastard wrapped in Silver coating - bollocks to that!

No fucking way!

She was taking the utter piss out him. “She’s got no respect for you and what you’ve done for her, risked for her - she doesn’t even care!”

“Fuucckk!”

He launches the scanner into the backseat of his car, bellowing in to its confines. Thumping his hand down hard on the steering wheel he winces as pain shoots up through his arm - she caused him nothing but pain. Well she would feel his pain - she wouldn’t get away with this, not this time, she’d gone too far.

Fucking bitch sister of hers had finally had a use - it’d been worth listening to her moaning on about her own issues long enough and her pathetic husband for all this time just to get this crucial bit of information that would change lives forever. His life.

Hadn’t his love heard of protection? WHORE!

She was a grown-woman for fuck’s sake and as for that Silver bastard - well he must be loving this. He probably fucking planned it - yes that’s what’s happened here - she wouldn’t have wanted another child would she? She already has one and struggles with work commitments as it is. No this was his doing - it wasn’t my precious Lucia’s fault.

There is no fucking way he’s going to get everything he wants - not this time. He’d already flashed it around in front of him for long enough and now he would pay - now he would get his comeuppance. He couldn’t have it go his way all the time. No, no amount of wealth or connections or handsome action hero looks was going to save him from this devastation.

Lucia was his and only his and nothing, nothing would come between them!

As he looks down at his iPad and watches the sister console Lucia, the more and more he sees his love’s reaction to the news, he understands what he needs to do.

Lucia didn’t want this - perhaps if she was carrying my child she’d feel differently, be euphoric even. Don’t worry sweetheart there’ll be time for that, if you still can afterwards. He watches her face, zooms in to her expression of uncertainty. She wasn’t happy and he needed to fix that. Touching the screen, he strokes her cheek gently before trailing it down his teeth gritting as his reaches her mid-section. Unable to see her stomach as she is seated he just stabs the screen in the general area of her abdomen violently, before smoothing his hair away from his face and taking a breath.

Using fake drumsticks he taps the steering wheel as Snow Patrol’s Run, hits it’s crescendo, the song increasing in its intensity and matching the ferociousness of his emotions in that moment. The timing couldn’t have been better - he loved this song. His face beamed at his well executed plan; the more and more he thought about it, the harder his cock became. He’d get two for one. Silver would pay and Lucia would be cleansed; his.

“I’ve been so patient, but no longer…………”


I awake to a moment of bliss where the memory of what I have to do that day hasn’t yet hit that part of my brain and then sigh as it punches me full force. I’ll be glad when today is over.

I shower, make-up and dress quickly, and make sure Finn is washed and dressed by 7.30am and happily eating his shreddies in front of the TV as a special treat. We’d have been earlier setting off if I hadn’t spent ten minutes looking for my favourite black work stiletto’s - they seem to have vanished off the face of the earth, along with the bra I needed to wear under my white crepe blouse and a couple of other bits and bobs I was noticing. I hoped I hadn’t left them abroad? I was sure that I hadn’t packed any of them?