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    “Nobody fucks with my family Antonio, and I suggest if the boys can’t handle the level I am going to enter then they take my daughter and fuck off, but man, I need you there.” He is my best friend, and in a lot of ways, especially when I have to block everything else out and enter the mind-set that I know is dangerous, he is my backbone.
    “Of course man, always there.” He places his hand on my knee and squeezes slightly. It doesn’t affect me the way it always had done before, instead of the attraction I have always felt, I feel warmth and love, like a brother.
    “Let’s do this,” I say simply as my car eats the tarmac at a hundred and thirty.

    I speed to a stop outside an old, dirty, London townhouse. The windows are cracked and some broken. The door is graffitied and the handle a little busted. This is where Abbi had grown up and had her childhood destroyed? The house looks like everything it represents, filth and utter disgust.
    “Wait for the boys, Leigh,” Ant tells me as we climb from the car and I approach the front door.
    “I need her now, Ant.” I am angry, beyond angry. I am deadly and that is not a good thing to bargain with.
    “You don’t know what he has in there, think rationally for a second. He could have a gun or anything,” he tells me, trying to get me to think clearly, but all I can think of is my daughter and her red crying eyes.
    “Yeah, so I have a bigger one.” I pull my glock from my jeans, the same gun that had easily ended Phillip’s life, and stroke the muzzle.
    I walk to the door, lifting my leg up hard and plunging it forcefully forward, my heel kicking through the wood and busting the thing open on its hinges.
    I can smell the old musty smell these abandoned houses always possess and it turns my stomach to think my daughter is in this house somewhere. “Leigh wait.” I hear Ant’s footsteps following me, his boots hitting the cracked laminate hard behind me as I enter through the frame of the door and walk towards the closest door.
    “Search upstairs now,” I demand him. Above all else I am his fucking boss and he does as I say, especially now as the only thing I care for is getting my daughter back. Anyone that gets in my way is sure to be fucking splattered on the walls along with the cunt that has Mel.
    “Yes boss,” he says as he shoots past me and up the creaky stairs into the room I know my wife had been molested repeatedly, the room she lost all innocence and her friend had nearly died.
    I smile to myself as I hear the faint cries of a baby. Yes, that is Melissa’s cry alright, and it only makes my finding her that much easier. Payback motherfucker, I think to myself as I walk towards a door to the left of me.
    I stand outside for a few seconds listening to her sobs “Shhh, it’s going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay.” I hear a man’s voice talking to my daughter and it makes me sick to the very pits of my stomach. How Abbi had been so disregarding of her daughter in the hospital a few hours ago I have no clue. It makes me angry and sad at the same time at her blatant emotionless state.
    I turn the handle slowly, almost getting off on the torturous fright it will instil in him. That is if he possesses any heart at all.
    “Get your hands off of her now!” I shout to the older man sat on the chair with my daughter in his arms. It sickens me how relaxed she is, regardless of her sniffles.
    “I don’t want to hurt her,” he replies placing his free hand in the air submissively. I want to blow the prick's head off now, but with my Melissa in his arms it is pretty much impossible.
    This is the man who had abused my wife, tormented and tortured her for months, shot her and nearly killed her and then had taken my daughter, holding her like she is his.
    “ANT!” I shout loudly as I aim my gun to his head.
    I hear the heavy steps running the stairs rapidly and then the skidding halt of his boots as he enters the room.
    “FUCKER!” he