Daddy Zane のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

***ZANE'S POV***It has been three fucking days and London hasn't been found yet. I have become a dirty image of myself, nothing my guys are doing is making me get a grip of it, I hate myself for putting London in danger. “Zane? you need to sleep, you look like shit,” Alex says as he hands me a cup of coffee. When last did I have a normal meal down my stomach? I wonder. Until now, I didn't realize London was the reason why I was living, now, I am just surviving. I shake my head. “You would kill yourself before you find your wife,” he says turning on the TV and putting on a news station. “Do you think Michael is the boss of the Russian bratva?” I ask not understanding his link to the Antonovs. They have increased their security and ghosted any intruder. I can't get a link to what they are doing in that mansion and it annoys me. “I don't know, Zane, but Mia is bringing you food. You need to make sure you eat and have some rest, or I swear to Jesus, I will knock you out

***ZANE'S POV***We reach the beach house at ten p.m. and the look on our faces is one of pure trepidation. With our revolvers in our hands, we stand out and watch for men. Two are at the gate and one of the main top buildings. We take them out before they know they are being attacked. With the silent guns, it is easy to move around as we keep taking them out. An alarm sounds off and I pull the trigger on the fucker behind the screen, his head scattering and his brain matter remaining on the glass behind him. “He deserves it,” Rio says as he passes me, punching me across the arm. Inside the house, the men running downstairs are busy and we take turns taking them out. I check out the rooms and in the cinema hall, I notice the lights on. With a head nod, I signal to them to come towards the room. Banging it open, Riley is there and before he grabs his gun, I shoot him in the arm. “Ahhh! You shot me,” he wails as he falls to the ground. “Come here,” I bark out as I p

***LONDON'S POV***I wake up to a room that is spinning and I am very confused about how I got here. This is the bedroom I share with Zane, but when I slept, I was in Micah's little bedroom in the slums of town. The warmth of the room feels me, it warms me and I feel cool about it. My forehead hurts and as I slide down from the bed, I feel all the blood leaving my body, rushing to my head in a split second. I fall to the ground, my face turning green and my stomach churning with disgust. The bedroom door slams open and I see a worried-looking Zane walk across the room to me, all humor has left his face. Was there ever anything to be happy about? I wondered. “Ouigghh!” I make a vomiting sound as I manage to cover my mouth with my hands. It wouldn't help if I didn't make it to the bathroom on time. “Easy, Little girl, Daddy is here now,” Zane says as he breaks into a run, sweeps me into his arm, and strides to the bathroom. My head is down the bathroom pot as I puck. It

***ZANE'S POV***The moment I walked into the house, I knew something was off. “Micah?” I call out. He had told me he was going out to run an errand. Reaper wasn't at home, and London was supposed to be sleeping. “London? Are you home?” I demand as I take the stairs twice at a time, entering the bathroom. I see London standing by the window. It is wide open and fear churches my heart. “Get down. Fuck! Get down,” I shout out as I rush towards her, practically dragging her out of the window. She looks frightened at first and when she notices it is me, she frowns. “What the heck, Zane? I was just admiring the flowers, they seem to have blossomed from the last time I saw it,” she says staring at me. I bite my tongue, holding back everything I want to tell her. “I don't want you looking outside the window, not even standing near the door,” I instruct. Her brows pile up in confusion as she stares at me. “Why?” she asks. “You must not question me, just do as you are to

***ZANE'S POV***"You need to keep your head low, I will go get Micah, and together, we live," I explain. London is fully awake now, she is cold, thus, I wrap a t-shirt around her, helping her into comfy shorts. "I will call for backup, but we need to leave, especially when we don't know who we have outside," the words leave my lips as I put on some clothes too. When the bullets stop, I pull London by the arm and she complies. Downstairs, I notice two of my men on the ground. I block London from seeing them. "What is the matter?" London's little voice sounds behind me. "Nothing you should see. This way," I order dragging her behind me. "Micah?" London calls out when we pull into his quarters. "Hey! I heard the bullets. What do we do?" he asks his eyes bright with anger. "We try to reach the garage. They would burn us in here if we didn't try to escape," I say frowning. "Hum! Go ahead, I will avert them," as the words leave Micah's lips, London starts whimpering, he