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Chapter 118

***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
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