Teacher , teach me more( Manxman)(mpreg)(teacher/student) *UNDERGOING EDITING*

Chp: 30 Coming for you

Lockey's POV

There it stood. I've walked past this area millions of times but i can't seem remember if I'd ever seen it before. The idea of anyone ever living in this building, terrorised me to no end. The walls so tall and ever-ending encircled us as if we were victims of an ambush. Noticing, almost forcefully, the empty space where a window once stood, it's shattered remains littered the ground beneath it and large shards of glass jutted out. This place was seriously creepy.

"Here it is." He declared pointing in its direction.

"Are you sure this is the right place? it looks like...well...abandoned."

"Awh...we'll be fine. Stop being a worry wart." He chuckled in amusement and I stood ridged behind him. Leading the way towards the entrance I timidity trailed behind. From a further distance the whole structure appeared to be monstrously massive and for a second I thought the feeling of inferiority would cease but i didn't. From the inside it looked as big as
Ever for there were no floor boards except for one which hung daintily against the staircase. The dust, cobwebs and graffitis on the walls and corners brought me back to reality. I wasn't the first one to experience the unwelcoming, isolated pile of bricks.

Broken out of my critiquing stare, my dad grasped my arm gently in his hand before giving me a reassuring smile. "It's this way." He said pointing further down into the building. "You know...if you're not up for this you could always just wait in the car while I talked to them. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I have to do this." I said sternly before making a move in the direction he'd previously pointed out. "So let's not waste precious time dwelling on things that aren't necessary, okay?"

"Okay. If you say so."

Shuffling further into the dark, we weren't obligated to talk so we didn't. I got the feeling that he remained quiet to give me some space in order to think about what we were about to do. It was a nice gesture but I didn't need him treating me like a baby.

Reaching the allocated area that the meeting would be held in, we silently searched through the darkness for any sign of their presence.

"We're here!" Two voices announced out of nowhere. Squinting to see clearer in the dark it took forever before I could finally make out two, tall, dark figures leaning against a stained wall.

"Hi my name is Paul smith. Would you be...em ...Jeffrey Maher and Kyle dassel?" My dad enquired.

"In the flesh." They replied in sync almost like the had rehearsed their answers. Suddenly becoming unbearably quiet, I nervously began to shift from foot to foot.

"So are we going to talk or are you two just going to stand here, staring at us other from across the room?"one of the men snorted as the other moved to turn on the lights. Blinded for a second, our eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.Advancing forward I suddenly stopped in realisation. This was it. They either agree to help us take John down or kick us to the curb.

'Well suck it up cause we're doing this for James.'

Now Spotting an old dining set with four antique chairs, we silently sat down. One of the men took the seat in front of me while the other sat directly in front of my dad. Now at closer proximity I could make out who was who. Jeffrey maher: crooked nose and faded green eyes, the man had to be at least in his late forties with gray streaks in his jet black hair. Kyle dassel: hallowed face with a star sign tattooed on his cheek, probably still in his thirties.

"you just had to choose a hellhole like...this." Jefferey growled as he crushed an insect crawling on the table.

"Well sorry...but the last time I fucking checked we weren't liked in this town."

We silently listened as both men argued with each other before my dad snapped, slamming his closed fist on the table and making both men freeze and turn towards him with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry bout that. When we ge' into an argument we usually ignore everything around us."

"Well to be frank I give two flying fucks about your arguments. All I want to know is if you're in or out!" My dad demanded

"Hey bitch, I'm doing you a fucking favour so you bet-" Jeffrey yelled out in anger and jumped out of his seat.

"Calm down." Kyle commanded, pulling him down by the arm. "Now...we know you're here on a strict time set but that doesn't mean you have the goddamn right to disrespect us. You either respect us or get out of our fucking sight. Are we clear?" His eyes grew darker as he spoke.

"Okay." My dad replied through gritted teeth, clenching his fists in restraint.

"Good. Now let's get down to real business."

"We came here to talk you guys about an old acquaintance of yours called John. We wanted to propose a deal with in which you agree to testify in court against him and in exchange you get the satisfaction of seeing him rot in jail. How does that sound?"

"If that's what you call a deal...you are seriously fucking, kidding me. That motherfucker snitched on us and went scot free. What makes you think he won't do it again?"

"Well what do you suggest we do?"

"I suggest we take care of that son-of-bitch ourselves and make sure he isn't capable doing anything anymore...if you get what i'm saying."

"You mean we attack him ?" I asked, suddenly finding my voice again.

"What else would keep him down?"

"Da-" but before I could voice my thoughts to him he'd already started talking.

"Okay... say we do agree to this attack. How would we go about it? We can't possible do this alone, especially against someone like him."

"Well...we have a few connections so you just leave that to us..."Kyle replied "We'll track him down, get you a layout of where he's hiding and any other buildings surrounding it. Also we'll send you different routes to get to the place so that you can decide which one is the best."

"Okay...that sounds good. Thanks for your help." My dad thanked them both and got up to shake their hands. Also giving each them a handshake, we bid our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

'I'm coming for you john, just you wait.'