About

WE'RE NOT GOING TO LET THEM WIN ANYMORE.

Alright,

We're Tom and Marcus. We grew up in Brixton, South London. You know the area - 20 minutes from Westminster but might as well be a different world. The London the tourists never see. The estate everyone locks their doors driving through. Where police sirens are your morning alarm and every second flat has bars on the windows.

Our parents worked themselves to the bone. Dad did 14-hour shifts at the warehouse in Croydon. His hands were permanently black from machinery oil. Mum cleaned offices in the City from midnight to 6am, then came home to get us ready for school. Four years of this. Four years of beans on toast and charity shop clothes. Four years to save £6,000 for a 1998 Astra.

That car wasn't just transport. It was proof that hard work meant something. It was how Dad got to work. How Mum did the weekly shop. How we visited Nan in hospital. It was the only thing of value we owned.

June 15th, 2009. 3:47am.

Dad went outside to warm up the car for work.

Empty drive.

I'll never forget the sound he made. Not a scream. Not a shout. Just this hollow, defeated sound like someone had punched him in the gut.

The police showed up three hours later. Took notes. Shrugged. "Probably in pieces by now, mate."

Insurance? Don't make me laugh. Six weeks of forms. Interviews. "Did you lock it?" "Are you sure you locked it?" "Can you prove you locked it?" They fought us on every pound. Finally paid out £2,400 - less than half what we paid. Meanwhile, Dad lost his job because he couldn't get to work. Mum's cleaning rounds got cut because she was unreliable without a car.

One stolen car. Whole family destroyed.

And we're not the only ones.

Britain used to be safe. The place where you could leave your door unlocked. Now? Every 8 minutes another family goes through what we did. South London. Birmingham. Manchester. Leeds. It's spreading like cancer through every major city.

The government doesn't care. The police can't stop it. Insurance companies get rich either way.

So we decided to fight back.

We spent three years in a garage in Peckham, designing something that actually works. Not some fancy app that thieves can hack. Not some alarm they ignore. A brutal, simple fact: If the wheel can't turn, the car can't move.

Military-grade steel cable. Loops through your steering wheel. Locks into your seatbelt buckle. Thief sees it? They move on. Thief misses it? They're stuck on your drive looking stupid.

We call it the Anti-Apex Driveway Defender because we're done being victims.

This is bigger than business.

Every lock we sell is a middle finger to the scumbags terrorising our streets. Every protected car is a family that won't go through what we did.

Safety isn't a luxury for posh postcodes with CCTV and private security. It's a basic human right. Your right. Your family's right.

Britain's changing. Brixton spread to Streatham. Streatham spread to Clapham. Now even Chelsea's getting hit. We can cry about it, or we can lock up and fight back.

Our promise to you:

  • Designed in London for British thieves
  • Works in 15 seconds because you've got a life to live
  • Costs less than one tank of petrol
  • 90 days to test it or your money back
  • Thief somehow beats it? We'll pay your insurance excess
  • % of profits goes to families who've been hit

We're not going to sugarcoat it: They're coming for your car. Maybe tonight. Maybe next week. But they're coming.

The question is: Will you be ready?

Lock it or lose it.

Tom & Marcus
Survivors turned fighters
Anti-Apex UK

P.S. - Mum still checks the drive three times before bed. Old habits from old wounds. But her new car? It's got our lock on it. She sleeps better now. You will too.