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