Semua Bab Daddy Zane: Bab 111 - Bab 120

***LONDON'S POV***I stay by Micah's side while the doctor checks him out. My heart keeps pounding whenever he groans or tries to escape the needle. He had sustained a bullet wound and from what the doctor said, was shallow. I don't care, this has to do with my brother and I am overprotective. "We need to leave him to rest. In case of anything, a couple of painkillers should help him out if he is in pain," the middle-aged man says as he wipes his hands clean on a white towel. Streaks of Micah's blood remain on it and although I do my damnest best to ignore that, my brain had a mind of its own. Leaving Micah to nap, I go in search of Zane. He is in the office, and I hear voices coming from inside. When I knock and enter, they hush down to silence."Hey baby, I was having a conversation with Reaper, if you would excuse us for a second," Zane says, a strained smile pulled across his lips. Instantly, I shake my head in negation, taking a stubborn stance. "No, Zane. I want

***LONDON'S POV***It has been a week since I had that conversation with Zane at his office. He hasn't touched me since then, I haven't offered or made any advances toward him. But I do miss Zane a lot. I miss the way he would kiss me and make sure I was alright. That aside, I miss the hot sex we randomly had. Just thinking about it made me wet. As I blow out a gentle air out of my mouth, I look at myself. I was alone on my bed, just like I was most of the nights when I went to bed. It is like Zane was actively avoiding me. I had a guard at each turn of the house, especially now that Zane is certain Michael and his goons are in town. "Until it is saved, I am keeping my wife behind lock and key," he had said when I had brought it up. Since then, the distance has really grown between us. Huffing, I make annoying sounds with my mouth as I allow my fingers to travel down my panties. I touch needy pussy fumbling with it. When I cum, I relax with my hands on my side, slee

***LONDON'S POV***I walked behind Micah as he slipped into his room his eyes glossed as he wiped his hand over his face. "What happened?" I ask staring at him like he is crazy. "You aren't supposed to be here and you know it, Zane will be mad. "How about you stop being a bitch and just answer me?" I shot back, my eyes on Micah's own, challenging him. He puffs out silently and slides into his bed, not caring to take his shoes off. "Zane is planning on going on a rampage to try to take Michael down. I opted to help and he cast me out," he explains. I know that must have bruised his ego, and I might also have heard a little much, but hearing it from my brother, my eyes widened in shock. "Of course, you aren't going, not with your side being damaged," I explain rolling my eyes. Micah has this shocked expression on his face as he stares at me. "What?" I bark out. "You didn't seriously say that, did you? Is it because Zane is your husband?" he asks angrily. "No, it is

***ZANE'S POV***I watch how London presses her face to the pillow and bites through the fabric. She pushes her buttocks upward and looks back over her shoulders. These pretty blue/green eyes flash at me and I shake my head. "Fifteen strokes, you count," I order as I press down on her waist. SMACK!"Ahh! Ha! Argh!" London cries out as she fidgets. I don't let her go, I keep my hand firmly on her waist, waiting for her to count. "One," her little voice comes through. I kept landing the next blows, not caring if she counted or not, I stopped at ten and London's face was splotched red as she sniffed and begged for me to stop. Slipping two fingers between London's fold, I notice how wet she is. "You are dripping, London, this is supposed to be a punishment," I call out to her. She whimpers and hides her face beneath the pillow. "I can't control my body, Daddy. Sorry," she says. I slip out of my trousers and position my dick behind her entrance. "Tell Daddy what

***LONDON'S POV***Running towards my room, I don't see the man coming to my right and he bumps into me, knocking the air out of my lungs. Closing my eyes, I try to kick the man out of me, but he presses my neck, squeezing it just the right amount, choking me out. "Stop! Please stop!" I beg, blood shooting behind my eyes. When I thought I was seeing stars, I heard a gun cock and I close my eyes, ready to die. One gunshot and liquid splashes on my face, when I scream, I open my eyes to see that my assailant's head has been blown off. "No, Fuck!" I cry out as his lumpy body falls to the side. His brain matters are on the floor and the gory detail is engraved on my head. I start crying, falling into a panic attack. "You killed him," a dark voice calls out angrily, pushing aside the man who still has the gun in his hand. "He was going to rape the girl. Get her up, we need to leave," he barks out. When I blink, that when when I discover I know the man. "Paolo," m