***LONDON'S POV***One Week LaterIt has been a whole week without having to hear from Zane. I feel restless. I am hysterical and sick to the core. After calling Micah for help, he helped me with fake documents to leave Italy as soon as possible and that had caused a dent in his pockets. Although I feel bad about him and have promised to pay him back, he keeps refusing it, saying we were on the same page. Micah's house reeks of smoke, and his dirty room is barely liveable. The number of times I had threatened to go home… where Zane leaves is more than I have taken a breath of my own. No antenatal, no doctor checkups, I could probably be having a dead baby in me and I wouldn't even know. The mere thought of it has tears streaking down my face, I fight it off but it stays, determining to burn its way through my flesh. I have tried my best to clean this place, the amount of bleach I have used is alarming, yet, there is this musky smell that wouldn't leave. Laying on t
***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***My face brightens up as I watch the little fetus on the screen. While London was asleep, I made my men bring in the machines that were needed for my office. It might not have been complicated, but it had cost a small fortune. I don't care, as long as what I want is being able to happen. Like this scene in front of me, I feel London's face split into a heartwarming smile. “I love this,” I hear London say beside me. “Me too,” I reassure her. A few pics are taken, and printed out. Dr. Tom hands it over to me and I shake his hand as I walk him towards the door. After settling him off, he tells me how he wants London to take her drugs. “In case of any complications, you can call me,” Dr. Tom says. “Thank you,” I say watching him slide into his car. Micah stands beside me as I stare at the doctor's leave. “I want to appreciate you for all you do for London,” Micah murmurs scratching his head. “I will do anything for her, but that doesn't exclude
***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***I place tender kisses over London's face, she squeals beneath me and I break the kiss, staring at her. “We are supposed to be having a pillow fight, not…” she stutters, finding it hard to continue her sentence. I kiss London tenderly, so much that when she comes up for air, she is grasping my neck and pulling me downward. “I prefer using my tongue to shower love on you,” I mouth. “And the movie?” she demands. “No horror movie, baby girl, but we could binge-watch a romance movie?” I ask and she melts farther beneath me. “My pussy hasn't recovered from your adventure earlier,” she says, making it sound like I was the aggressor. “Come on, young woman, you are the one who had your slick beauty over me when I woke up,” I complain and London laughs. It sounds healthy to my ears and I admire her as she pauses to stare at me. When I roll my eyes, she burst out laughing harder. “Wait until I give you something to moan about, then, I will see how you will la
***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
***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
***ZANE'S POV***I don't care if London is leading me on or not, but I will teach the little slut that she doesn't have to compare me to her stupid friend ever again. "Is this what you want? Being treated like the whore you are?" I ask, securing my hand around her neck and adding pressure to it. London's blonde curls waver on her head, making her a doll. "Yes, Daddy. Please," she begs as she pushes her hands in front of her, forming a forte and using her body to push forward, giving her closure. The right amount of space needed to crowd her ass without slipping my cock into it. "If you wanted me, you should have just asked for sex, not act like a brat. Now, you are in trouble," I blurt out. "Ougph, Daddy. I love being in trouble," London says. I had to throw my head behind and breath fresh air because what I was having was intoxicated by my wife's fragrance. Despite the shock we just had, having to survive men who wanted to kill us, she still has a mind to talk dirty