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Daddy Zane Chapter 133
***ZANE'S POV***I was pissed off, London was going to be the death of me. And it was at the peak of my anger that I saw it. The fingerprints on her goddamn neck. "Don't give me that lame excuse of this space being the ladies' restroom," I shot out as I grabbed her arm and started leading her toward the door. I was stopped by Reaper. "No one is in the stalls, Boss," he says. "As it should be. Did you think I was in here with another man? Please, stop being paranoid, husband. I am hungry," London blurts out. She is panicking, I know my wife so much to know she is hiding something from me. "I heard the mirror break, was that an accident?" I ask, my eyes trained on the pieces of glass scattered on the floor. "Yes, it was," she confirms squirming in place. I didn't utter a word, instead, I led her outside, thinking about that look she had on her face. A swollen lips like she had been kissed. Finger prints on her neck like she was being forcefully attacked whatever Lon
Daddy Zane Chapter 134
***LONDON'S POV***'Oh shit! Fucking shit! Zane isn't bluffing when he says he is going to torture answers out of me,' I think for a reason not to let him do so, but Zane is now rolling his shirt up, making sure that I know what is coming for me. "Can I use my safe word, please?" I ask trembling. "You wouldn't need a safe word if you open up to me, London. Unless... You are hiding information from me, huh?" he demanded walking behind me, prolonging my torture. I closed my eyes, bracing for the first whip, but that was the craziest part because I would know when Zane was going to strike first. "Daddy..." I murmured and then it came hard on my backside. "Ow! Fuck! Daddy Owwie!" I scream out as I start jumping on my tippy toes. Zane gave a second blow, and a third on my backside as I screamed and squealed. My hands hurt from their restraints, and whenever I tried pulling my hand from the restraints, the slash on my hand caused by the cut of the mirror made me cry harder.
Daddy Zane Chapter 135
***ZANE'S POV***The rage that tore through my body was sure going to make me lose control, thus, I needed a calm mind, I needed to be calm so that I hear what London had to say. Walking back to her, I uncuff her, helping her to the seat opposite my desk while I pace the floor. "Talk!" I order, trying hard to control my rage. "What do you want to know?" London asks. "Don't bitch with me right now, London. I wouldn't hesitate to punish you harder," I bite out. I would never give London so much punishment that she wouldn't take it, but when she had used her safe word with me, I knew I had to cut it off.Now, she just had the fear that I might punish her again. "Michael walked into the bathroom and shut the door," she states. When I wait for further information, nothing comes, thus, I get to the second phase of getting information from my wife.Questioning her. "What did the bastard do to you?" I ask. London's cries had quieted now, but she still did little quirky so
Daddy Zane Chapter 136
***LONDON'S POV***I step out of the elevator car and Reaper is walking towards me. He hasn't noticed me yet, thus, I take a curve to the coffee machine in the lobby and act like I want a cup of coffee. My heart is beating hard because by now, Sinner will be asleep and if they notice I am not at home, that will be the end of my escapades. The worst is that I haven't even left the building yet. The elevator dings and from the corner of my eye, I see Reaper walk into it. Sighing, I grab my hoodie cap and put it over my head. Flagging down a cab, I instructed him where I was going to. "That's a secured neighborhood, Ma'am," the cab driver says as I sit in the car, looking away from the building. "I know," just take me there please," I say relaxing just a weeny bit. I was feeling quite uncomfortable, my chest was tight and no matter what I did, I found it difficult to be making such a movement like this one. Zane would be sick with worry when he woke up to find me gone
Daddy Zane Chapter 137
***LONDON'S POV***The smell of blood and the rustic taste of metal penetrates my mouth as I blink severally, trying to shake it off. "The whore is finally awake," I hear Oliver's unmistakable voice and I straighten up. I was in a room, probably locked somewhere in the mansion but I wasn't in chains. "I am not a whore," I bite out snarling at Oliver. How the fuck does he even know Michael? What part of the puzzle am I missing? I wonder. Getting in bed with me, Oliver pulls my hair so that I am staring at him. "Of course, you are," he yanks my hair and I scream in pain. "You don't know me," I yell at him. This time, Oliver pinches my chin and forces my head to look at him and I look away. He forces me to stare and he speaks. "The last time we met, our meeting was brief and halted by some guy I heard you are now married to," he says touching me with his greasy fingers. I try avoiding him but he groans in disgust, making me stop. "It's a good thing to know you are
Daddy Zane Chapter 138
***ZANE'S POV***TWO DAYS LATER"I need all of my men out there searching for my wife. If you see that fucking cab that took her, I want him here," I bark out the orders fuming. It has been two whole days since London left the house and to say the least that I am terrified is a mild act. I want my wife, to see her, kiss her. Hug her. I need London. "Yes, Boss," Reaper answers walking out of the room. Grabbing my glass of whiskey, I gulp down the amber liquid from it. My chest hurts so badly, I've barely closed my eyes for the two days that London had been away from me. A knock comes from my office door and with a grunt of approval, I see Micah walk into the room. "She's no where, Zane. She could be anywhere. I wonder where my baby sister is right now," he mutters, blinking his eyes severally. Taking a deep breathe, I blow it out of my mouth, and direct him to a seat. This time when Micah walks to me for a drink, I offer him one and watch how he takes a seat and st
Daddy Zane Chapter 139
***LONDON'S POV***It has been One week and a half since I left home and I've been homesick, then, with help from Michael and Oliver I had gotten over that feeling.Oliver hasn't touched me, nor has he beaten me, which is strange. Also, Michael had been super friendly towards me. Whatever their plan was, I was now tired and wanted to go home.This was kidnapping, with the exception that the criminals didn't want ransom over my head. This also happened to be a break from Zane's abusive nature. But then, there is this part of me that wants to go back to my husband, I miss him. How controlling he is in bed and uhm... the spankings.I can't be that fucked up in the head to the extend of missing him, but I wanted Zane. He was a bad guy, but damn it, Zane was my bad guy. My daddy, and I was his daddy. The last part made me smile a little. It was evening on a Sunday and the sun was setting down. Michael had said we were going to eat dinner outside and I was anticipating it. Unlike the
Daddy Zane Chapter 140
***LONDON'S POV***TWO MONTHS LATERIt has been two fucking months of living hidden with Oliver and Michael.I don't know what is happening outside of this old dilapidated looking mansion from the outside, but inside, I had developed fondness for Oliver and Michael. We shared chores amongst ourselves but on under no condition was I ever to go outside, or let my face even be seen. My baby bump was more than visible now. On a few occasions I went out, Oliver had prepared a doctor to run checkout on me in private which he had done so nicely. "I need to go our, Oliver. I am running mad already," I say flushing. Michael chuckles from the couch and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.They had gone through my pregnancy with me, offering me the weirdest shit that ever exist in history. "Come on, London, I have a solution for you. We could go clubbing, but it would take about two hours drive to get there. We can't risk your face in any of the clubs here. Especially as your husband owns alm
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