The Scars Run So Deep

The End.

I had found myself searching through the desk Lucas had in the office and had found nothing.

Pulling on the bottom drawer I found it locked, this was strange - neither of us hid anything from one another and up until last night this drawer had been unlocked. I didn't waste any time searching for the key instead I took a knife to the lock and managed to move the metal away and the drawer gave.

I found several documents about the prison my husband was held in. Shuddering at the realisation that I would never be completely free of Alexander Dimitrov I searched through the pieces of paper that had been hastily thrown into the drawer - this in itself so unlike Lucas. Everything he did was meticulous. I found a small identification card for HMP WALTON the name on the card said John Bateman, yet the signature was like Lucas's own. There was a space for a photo but nothing there... the stark realisation of what the man I loved was going to do hit me.

He was going to kill Alexander.

As much as I wanted to be free of my husband so I could have the life I wanted with Lucas and Bonnie I did not want Lucas to have any more blood on his hands that he already had. That, or find that Bonnie and I were left alone if Lucas was killed or imprisoned, I knew Harry Pearce had ways and means to making things happen, I doubted even he could protect Lucas if he murdered Alexander in cold blood. It was a simple decision really, I took Bonny to a neighbours house explaining that I had an emergency I had to attend to and the girl was only to happy to take Bonny and the £100 I pushed into her hand along with the nappy bag and other bits and pieces whilst explaining quickly her routine for the day. My mind was on Lucas and how fast I could get into London and grab a flight up to Liverpool.

In a small drawer in my dressing table I found the one thing of Alexander that I hadn't relinquished. A GSh-18 pistol. I knew carrying it was a criminal offence never mind firing it but I didn't care, I would sacrifice myself for Lucas who had already risked so much since meeting and falling in love with me. Grabbing my jacket and leather gloves I ran out the door...

It was time to go find my boyfriend and try to stop him destroying his life. If anyone was going to kill Alexander I decided after the years of torment, pain and cruelty both physically and emotionally I had that right - not him.

It was times like this that I was glad I'd been forced to have some of Alexander's more luxurious items in my name - the jet that was waiting at a private airfield for example would make life a lot easier and my new baby, a Ducati Streetfighter 848 that cut through traffic... in other circumstances I would have loved the freedom. Today though, I felt sick to my stomach and knew time was of the element. Placing a call through to Beth I waited impatiently for her to answer, the call diverted to answer machine... swearing I pulled over to text her - wasting precious seconds.

I KNOW WHERE THEY ARE. I'M ON MY WAY. E.

A second later her reply came through, as always I could depend on the woman who had stood by me through all this chaos.

I'LL BE AT THE PRISON. SEE YOU THERE. B.

Making my way back onto the busy road I prayed we would be in time.

* * * *

My fists were soaked in his blood and I was in a blind rage... Alexander was the punch bag I had needed for so long to vent on. The rational side of Lucas North was long gone, I didn't care any more about anything other than the sweet satisfaction of hearing bones break and the feel of the blood on my hands as punch after punch connected hard. Alexander and people like him had turned me into the person I now was, the man who had lost eight years and a wife in Elizabeta, had had to stand by and watch Sarah be shot and taken away, and then of course Maya....MI5 had driven me crazy, losing Maya had nearly sent me over the edge.