***LONDON'S POV***I really shouldn't have involved Zane. I don't fucking know what I was thinking handing the phone to Zane, but damn if I had any resistance when it comes to this man then, I am fucking lying. That's what this marriage is about, right? Honesty and devotion. As much as I have my love to give Zane, I need him to know that I am honest. Oh, yeah! He could trust every version of me starting with the honest one. "What are we going to do now?" I inquire my brows drawing upward in a frenzy manner. A long breath was drawn and I stopped breathing, waiting for the other pair of slippers to fall. "You need to act like everything is okay, London. This is nothing but a plot for that son of a bitch to have you in his claws again," Zane says. If he thinks that is going to make me feel good, well, he has a long time coming. "Oliver has the upper hand here, Zane. He has my brother. How would you feel if it were one of your brothers that was being held hostage right no
***ZANE'S POV***To say I was mad was an understatement. I was furious. London was going to learn how to respect me no matter the fucking course. Pulling my weight from her, I tracked her movement as I waited for her to give me a response. When I found that London wasn't in bed, I didn't make a move to go for her because I had heard her phone ring. She had been sniffing in the bathroom thinking that I wasn't able to hear her. I had heard all of it. But with pure restrain, I had stopped myself from reaching out to her. "Talk," I urge her sitting beside her on the large bed.Her red-rimmed eyes stare at me before she whispers the words I fear the most. "Oliver said if I don't meet him tomorrow he will deliver a box of Micah's body parts to me before the night is over," she stutters. "Bullshit. You know he is blackmailing you, right? He can't do that and you so well know it," I blurt out hoping she sees the truth in what I was saying.London's teary eyes just stared at me
***LONDON'S POV***4:45 p.m I grab my phone tensing at each turn, waiting for the right time to badge out of the house.My baby is one year old today and I feel so fucking proud about it. He is the only reason why I am coming here today. I want him to have a life well deserved. He needs to know his parents have the world at his disposal.IT'S TIMEI read the message and closed my eyes in fear, my chest constricting with a lot of thoughts running through my head. The people in the house weren't many, but we were enough to distract me from Zane as I made my way outside. "Going somewhere, London?" I hear Reaper's dark voice ask as I step outside. Closing my ears, I shake my head, staring at him. "No, Reaper. Zane has sent me to go grab the present he bought for Dante. It's in his truck," I say looking at it.That's a cheap lie. Reaper's snarl says it too. "I got that present out earlier this morning. I also heard that you are at a flight risk to go save your brother.
***ZANE'S POV***"I call bullshit to that, London. No one is fucking going to hurt Micah now that we are here. Where did they say he is?" I ask my voice a deep shade of authority and I warn my wife not to give me a wrong answer. She doesn't know how I felt when I heard Reaper howling out for help only to find out that she had hit him on the groin when he had tried stopping her from leaving. "Where?" I ask and London shivers. Good. This is only the beginning. She would know worse pain when we get home because she wouldn't be able to sit for about two weeks, give or take.Pointing behind her, she says, "In that car behind me," Her reply isn't forced, just annoyed.Pulling her by the arm, London fights to break free but I don't let her get her way with me. "Stop fucking fighting me, lady," I bark at her, my breath flashing her face. "I was doing this, Zane. You didn't have to show up here like some fucking hero, now, Oliver would kill Micah," she spits out in my face.St
***LONDON'S POV***NO! FUCK NO!I am losing the plot. Zane is making a huge mistake trying to mishandle this situation. Things wouldn't have happened like this if he would have just fucking listen to me. "Fuck! Jesus fuck!" he screams and I close my eyes, willing the headache from my head would subside. "This is all your fault, Zane," I cry out slumping to the ground on my knees. For a moment, Zane stops wallowing in self-pity and turns around to look at me. "I beg your pardon?" he asks sounding shocked. "You didn't hear me? I said this was your fucking fault. If you would have let me take care of this, nothing wouldn't have happened, and I would still have my son," I shout. The men are dusting themselves and I check around, not much damage, but the men seem to shake. It looks worse than it actually is. Fury blinds Zane and he takes a few sensitive steps before me and growls in anger. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asks anger causing his nostrils to fl
***ZANE'S POV***I know I sound like a fucking psychopath who is also a wife-beater but right now I don't give a fuck. Walking towards the car, I open the door and flashing my eyes at London, I order her. "Get in the fucking car," I muttered harshly beneath my breath. London grumbles back and she shifts, but then, she slides into the car fuming. Reaper drawls and Sinner chuckles as he enters the car. The rest of my men get into their respective cars and we drive off. Throughout the way home, we don't utter a word and the moment we pull out of Rio's mansion, he pulls out and rushes to his house. By the time I get a hold of my wife and drag her to the house, I find a sobbing Mia in Rio's arms. She breaks from her husband's arm and rushes to me."I am sorry, Zane. I swear I took me out because I served as a resistance to them," she says crying harder. "Hush, Mia, this is not your fault, I understand that," I murmur in her hair, hoping she believes me. Mia has a short
***LONDON'S POV***I am sated when I wake up the next morning and when I turn around, I notice Zane isn't in bed with me. Annoyed, I move around looking for him. Downstairs, a bowl of breakfast is waiting for me in the dining room and I sit, Mia is there but she looks so tired. More like she had been crying all fucking night. "Are you alright?" I ask sympathetically. She shakes her head and groans from that little act. "Hey, what's the matter?" I ask rubbing my hands across her shoulder. "Nothing, just eat, please?" she asks. We eat in companionable silence, and with a little aggressive sputter here and there, I finish my meal and look at Mia, holding my breath for a moment. "What is going on?" I inquire. "Nothing, London. The men went out to find a lead on Oliver, I am just sick and miserable because I know this is my fault," she says and her shoulders sack again, before I know it, she starts crying. "Okay, Mia, calm down, okay? You didn't do this, and that motherfu
***ZANE'S POV***Motherfucker!Staring at London made my stomach churn. I want to close my eyes and disappear but that isn't happening. London's eyes are on me and that isn't changing shit about. "Hi, Zane," she says sitting upright. "Hi?" I call out frowning. London jumps out of the bed and rushes towards the door. Sensing that she was about to run, I first, blocked her way out. "Get the fuck out of the way," she cries out looking frantically, checking for something to use it attack me. "Wait, London," she says angrily. "No. You bloody idiot, get out of the freaking way," she shouts. Annoyed, I get out and London starts running downstairs. She takes the corridor that leads to Rio's wing and starts pounding on their door. "What the... London, you can't do that, they are sleeping," I say trying to be rational. "I swear, Zane, if you get any step closer to me, I will break that cock of yours and feed those balls to the dogs outside," she threatens. If the situ