***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
***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
***ZANE'S POV***Downstairs, Reaper, Sinner, Caleb, Pierre, and Jesse are sharing a glass of whiskey while talking in low tones. Micah is sitting at the table at the end of nursing a glass of scotch. "Aren't you supposed to be drinking that?" I ask using my index finger to point at the glass in his hand. "It makes me forget the pain. Don't tell London though, I don't want her poor heart worrying about me," he chuckles shaking his head. I roll my eyes and slide down on the sofa, close to his chair. I have a good view of the men's faces and it prepares my mind for what I have to say. "I can't rest when my wife is a threat to some dick-ass men," I start. "Yes," a chorus of replies passed through. Admiration spread across my face as I waited for Jesse to spill the tea. "I went deeper into checking out Michel Logan and you wouldn't believe the dirt I found on him," Jesse says pushing the Manila file to my side. Grabbing it, I open it and see pictures of private wa
***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