***LONDON'S POV***I don't know why I freak out but when I know all about the details that happened back in Montana and how our honeymoon was cut abruptly because of the little decisions I made, I breathe in hard, catching myself just in time to open the door and peep outside. A maid was there with a trolley of food, I didn't want her inside the bedroom so, I took it from her, a polite thank you for leaving my lips. Zane helped me to bring the trays onto the bed and I tried hard to ignore the electric sensation my body filled whenever our bodies made contact. "London, I didn't mean it like that, I am sorry," Zane blurts out. "We should just eat, okay? Let us forget about this, I am famished, and you need to rest," I murmur, fidgeting like a fool. Zane just nods his head and slides across from me, the chair separating us. He snickers a little before grabbing me by the waist and bringing me farther. "I want the toast and hams, please," I murmur, a polite smile cros
***LONDON'S POV***"London, you can talk to us okay? We promise not to tell Zane," Casey says, her voice shaking a little. I know I have to trust her with whatever happens, this shouldn't go to Zane's ears. But then, I barely know them, but I think I can trust them enough to get this off my chest. "I just saw the man that stalked me back at Montana. He was going to make me leave Zane. I guess that is partially why Zane thought coming to Sicily was a good break from that lifestyle. How he even knew I was here, and how he got in..." I trail my words. I was in total shock. For heaven's sake, what was Michael Logan thinking following me here? Zane wouldn't even hesitate to take him down even one bit. I had seen him there when I had gone to get water for Zane. He had used his index fingers and middle finger to point his eyes with them, then, he had pushed the fingers in my direction. That was a sign that he was watching me. What did Michael want from me? Damn i
***ZANE'S POV***I know my wife is up to something. I just don't know what it is because when she walked up to me just an hour before dinner, she had this pained look on her face. "Daddy?" she calls out sliding on my thighs and hooking my hand around my neck. "Yes, baby girl, fix those creases on your forehead for me, would you?" I demand warmly. London forces a fake smile before she takes in a deep breath, releasing it almost immediately. "Why are we here?" she asks. I look at her curiously and she shudders beneath me before composing herself and addressing her question once more. "I mean, you just took me here from Montana, and we haven't had time to actually discuss about us..." she trails. I don't know where this conversation is coming from, but it sure as hell is going somewhere. Until I know where that is, leading her is the only option. "Is everything alright, Little Human? You don't feel comfortable here?" I question. "Hell no! That is not what I mean and
***LONDON'S POV***I heard Zane screaming out my name and I knew something was wrong. I was in the kitchen helping the women when I got startled. "Where the fuck is London?" I hear Zane growls. "London?" Don Russell's voice cuts into the large kitchen and I get terrified. Two men are trying to restrain a fighting Zane as he barges into the kitchen. "Let me go, Alex, I don't want to ruin that pretty face of yours," he barks out. Our eyes meet and I know Zane knows. He just happened to know. "Zane...?" I call out as he succeeds in breaking out of his cousin's grasp. "Come here, you little slut," he grits out as his hand digs into my hair. I cry out in pain, tears already slipping down my cheeks. "That hurts, Daddy," I call out as he drags me out of the kitchen, hauling me up the stairs, not caring if I was following or not. Of course, I was behind him, he wouldn't let me fall with how strong his hold on my head was, fuck! He wouldn't let me go at fucking a
***ZANE'S POV***"Is there anyone you want dead, Zane? I run this territory, if any son of a bitch is a problem to you, I can find a good way to put a bullet between their eyes," Don Russell says.I chuckle lightly. The sound was butter, it was the sound of a man who was contemplating murder. I don't know the number of times I have to make it plain to London not to give advances at men, or to indulge them, but fuck that, it seems like my little girl has a magnet for trouble. Oh! And a hot lot. But Michael Logan, I swear, that was the last name I expected to hear when I picked up that phone call earlier. "There is nothing I can't handle, Russell," I tell him. "Your wife," Rio says. I shoot him a deadly glare and he throws his hands in the air as if trying to placate me. After I had locked London in my bedroom, I made sure to position two guards in front of the door, there was no way my treacherous wife was leaving me for whatever means. Russell had called us
***ZANE'S POV***The shipment last night went okay, I was glad because I wasn't needed there. While Sinner was at the warehouse, I left Reaper here with me on purpose. "How many hours?" I ask as he hands me my fifth cup of coffee. "Fourteen hours," he replies. My body was fidgeting now, I wanted to see my wife. Was the surgery successful?I walked over to the desk, a new nurse now on seat, she has seen me probably ten times in the last three hours. "My wife? Isn't the doctors supposed to be out now? How is London?" I ask. Whatever the nurse was going to say was cut short when the red beep of the Emergency room started beeping so fast. A staff of nurses started passing in line. "Back up, we need back up! The patient is slipping away," I heard it. I knew who was slipping away. I caught a make nurse that came out of the emergency room, his face betraying no emotions. "Back up!" he screamed at the nurses sternly. They all started running towards where he had left.
***LONDON'S POV***I do not know how long I had been passed out but when I flick my eyes open, I hear a few nurses talking to the doctor. "Please, can I get some water?" I manage to ask.The people in the room all look surprised before a red-haired nurse walks up to the side of the bed, holding out a bottle of water for me to drink. Good thing there was a straw on it. "Slowly. You still haven't recovered all of your strengths," she says, a polite smile tainting her kids. I nod, hating how my head hurts at that small encounter. "Where am I?" I ask after the nurse steps back away from me. "Do you remember anything from your accident?" The doctor's voice calls out. My brain had a small fog in it, it made it have to think, but looking at myself, I looked beaten up. "Not really," I force my brain to think. From the blurred vision I had, I knew my eyes were half closed. I hated it, but still, what could I do? "Hmm! You need to rest, your brain needs time to relax,
***LONDON'S POV***Two weeks later Two whole weeks spent in this hell of a hospital and now, I want to go home. I need to feel myself in a bed, with Zane there. My belly bump has grown just the size of a small watermelon and Zane loves it. As he places cute little kisses on it, I can't help but blush. "Hey, little bean, Daddy is taking Mum home today," he says as he places the last kiss on my stomach. I felt great after all this while, the police had checked out on me twice to ask about the incident that happened that night. I had said I was unconscious and with Zane's lazy excuse of me being tired and needing rest, I had escaped their interrogations. "I have the bags ready, little human, I can't wait to have you home," he smiles and it touches his eyes. Since Zane found out that we are having a baby boy, his Daddy instincts have spiked up and he just gets too protective over me. Now, I know we still have a lot to talk about, every one of his cousins would want to know what hap