ATTACHMENT | ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

NINE

LEIGHTON
35 portland row

I'm able to admit when I'm in the wrong. I'd like to think that it's a trait that I had given a lot of work and eventually mastered.

So, I'll admit, I made a mistake.

After leaving Lockwood to do his news interview, I decided to walk around the streets of London for a while, and by a while, I mean until it went dark. I thought that maybe it would make Lockwood nervous.

Now, that wasn't my mistake. Because it probably did make Lockwood nervous.

My mistake was when I assumed Lockwood's quiet and seemingly empty house, was empty. I had shouted, which naturally drew attention to myself. Something I was cursing myself for right now.

To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I had an unfair disadvantage when the masked man came and attacked me from behind, the butt of the rapier slammed against my temple. I was then pushed to the ground, tied and gagged.

Whoever the bastard was, they made sure to rough me up a bit before continuing their search.

My eyes flickered to George, who was sat there, rocking back and forth in panic. We were in the basement, which would be the last place that Lockwood and Lucy would look.

I knew they were home from the extra crashing and shouts. I had managed to pick up a shard of glass and began slowly cutting through the rope that was binding my hands together.

Lucy had rushed in, cockily stating something to George about how he's probably glad that he didn't get her fired. I just rolled my eyes and finally cut through and jumped up, rushing up the stairs to help Lockwood.

Angrily, I wiped the blood that was previously trickling down my forehead onto my sleeve. My eyes landed on the masked figure and Lockwood on the floor. I didn't hesitate. I just slammed my body against the masked figure, making us both fall to the ground with a groan.

Admittedly, they managed to get up before me and grab their rapier, raising it. George used the chains to wrap around the rapier, pulling it from the masked figure as Lockwood helped me up.

His eyes lingered on my cuts for a moment. He tightened his jaw in anger as he grabbed the rapier from the floor, pointing it at the masked figure, his other hand grabbing mine to pull me behind him.

There was a moment, just for a split second where I thought that the masked figure was about to reveal their identity. But once again today, I was mistaken.

They ran and used their full body weight to smash the window in Lockwood's bedroom, falling out of the two story building and rolling onto the ground, beheld quickly getting up and running away.

"It's gonna be a cold night tonight, Lockwood." I chuckled, my hand wrapping around his bicep as I stared out of the window.

"Well. That was more exciting than an early night." George muttered. "We should have people round more often."

Lockwood turned to face me, his hand cupping my cheek, tilting my head up to look at him. His eyes filled with concern as he noticed the cut on my forehead and my split lip.

"Are you okay?" He whispered softly. I nodded with a gentle smile. "Who was it? Did he say anything? Give anything away?" Lockwood's attention turned to George, his hand slowly falling to his side again.

"No, but I know what he wants." George looked directly at me.

I knew what he wanted too. He wanted Annabel's ring. The ring that I had tried to steal earlier in the day. The one that wasn't there because Lucy had it. But I was willing to watch and see how it played out.

I followed the three down to the basement. Watching as Lockwood and George looked at the box that the ring was previously kept in.

"Hugo Blake must've found out that we had the ring." George shrugged. "Sent that bastard to get it back incase it linked us to the case."

"Maybe. Whoever it was, this proves it's value as evidence." Lockwood looked at the empty box.

I quickly jumped onto the counter top, watching the event in front of me unfold. I kept glancing at Lucy, waiting for her to speak up.

"Evidence we don't have anymore. We're screwed."

Angrily, Lockwood kicked the cabinets, causing them to bang. He frustratedly ran his hand through his hair. Pacing slightly as he said,

"Every time we're ahead, someone kicks us in the nuts and knocks us back down again." Lockwood paused, turning to look at me. "What? Why are you making that face?"

I knew that I had a smirk on my face. I just shrugged and looked toward's Lucy, making both boys turn to face her.

"Promise me, you won't be angry." Lucy steps forward anxiously.

I slowly stood up, going to stand beside Lockwood, who's chest was still heaving. His hand gripped my waist and pulled me back into his chest.

"Why would we be angry?" George questioned.

"Lucy's got a surprise up her sleeve." I whisper, resting my head on Lockwood's chest as I watched Lucy pull the chain out from under her clothes, to reveal the ring.

"You haven't? You didn't? The ring?" Lockwood chuckled.

"You lunatic!" George shook his head. "What the fuck-"

"Lucy's a little daredevil." I chuckled, pulling myself away from Lockwood, pulling the necklace from around Lucy's neck and examining the ring again. "Glad you're keeping her around. Don't think I could cope been the only one around here with any common sense."

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