***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
***ZANE'S POV***I had heard the commotions coming from Micah's room on my way to my bedroom and I had to make a stop, what I hadn't expected was to see London on the floor. As I stared him down, London was whimpering in pain beside me. Her fucking brother had laid hands on her, I have the urge to bruise him more than I have done. "London, I asked you to go downstairs and get a bag of ice on your face, I don't want you ending up with a black eye," I say holding her at arm's length. "No, not when you haven't told me about the money Micah is talking about," she spits out. Anger spoils down my body, I have the urge to pull her by the hair and walk out of this room, but she seemed too invested to hear more."Yes, Zane, why don't you tell her," Micah prompts. Flexing my hands into fists and relaxing them, I had the urge to dig my fist into the man's jaw, he was so annoying. "Get a grasp of yourself," Caleb says as I turn to face him. Breathing through my nostrils, I
***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***Tonight is the night everything ends, Zane is making a deal about taking down Michael and I know he has it all figured out. As I twirl my pasta and put it in my mouth, I moan, the flavor bursting in my mouth. Zane's men were in position and Zane was about to leave the house. "You keep doing that and I will give you a good reason to moan," Zane says and I chuckle. The last few days have been very tense. Zane is extra careful with the things he says, in case he has a snitch in his house. "Sorry, Daddy," I choke out playfully. The men in the house were minding their business, while two were outside, three were inside, guarding the perimeters. "Do you want a slice of my chicken?" I ask holding the fork out at Zane. Rolling his eyes, he walks towards me and bites off the meat. "Delicious," he says, his eyes on mine. "You cooked it, Chef," I tease giggling in a naughty way. "Of course I did. My little girl and my baby deserve the best," he says slip
***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
***ZANE'S POV***"You think they know we are supposed to be here?" I ask my brows pulling upward as I stare at Sinner. "I don't think they know, unless we have a spy in our mist, which makes it dangerous because he is going to die," he blurts out, flexing his hands in and out as he plays around his holster. I nod at his reflection on the windshield, relaxing gently.We finish the rest of the way to Aloha district, since Rio has come back to his city, his men will be meeting up with us, trying to trap Michael down. "This is the end game," I mutter out, baring my teeth at my men. "Yes, he would know who he is messing around with. The fucker picked the wrong family to fuck over," he mutters and I nod, my head bobbling in and out. As we pull a mile before the port of business, we go down from our cars, and start the walk down to trap the men. The men from Rio meet us and their leader Carlos walks over to greet me. "What is the situation like?" he demands his eyes perusi