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***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
Daddy Zane Chapter 141
***LONDON'S POV***I cried myself to sleep, and by the time I wake up, I see the familiar face of Zane staring at me. "London," he calls out, his eyes softening. "No, Zane. I have to go back," I cry out and he doesn't understand why. "Did you hit your head or something? You are were you are supposed to be, with me," he mutters. I know if I have to protect Zane, I would have to say harsh words to him. "No, Zane. I don't," I grit out. "Is it because of some dude with sandy brown hair? For fuck's sake, I saw the way he ground his groin against you, you weren't dancing, you were cheating on me," Zane spits out. "Don't fucking talk to me like that, Zane. You don't know what I have been through for you," I say warningly. "And what is that? Whore yourself like a bitch?" he shoots out and I slap Zane across the face. "I might have left you, but I was with men who truly loved me. They gave me the best I could have asked for, not spank me or punish me," I cry out. Zane gasp,
Daddy Zane Chapter 142
***ZANE'S POV***"What's going on, doctor? Why is she passing out?" I ask staring at my wife's pale face. "She is not going through this well. If we don't do a C-section now, she and the baby might not survive," he explains. "Oh shit! I just had her back, doctor, I can't lose her," I wail. "You will have to step outside, Mr. Vincenzo. The faster we save her and the baby, the more likely we will close the risk of losing them," he explains. I am escorted outside where I join my men in the waiting room. "I thought you went to help your wife deliver your baby, what happened?" Micah asks, concern filled his voice."She's going into a C-section now. London was so weak to push," I say. "It must be from all the baby girl treatment she received from the last few months. I heard she was with her ex," Micah shoots out. I balled my hands into fists but I don't try to punch him. That wouldn't be a good move right now. "Shut the fuck up, Micah, that's not going to help," I mouthed. "Nope,
Daddy Zane Chapter 143
***LONDON'S POV***I know the minute Zane stepped out of that bedroom door that things were bad. I knew that whatever was going to happen, this man wouldn't forgive me as well. Walking downstairs, I hear Reaper saying it. "Two shipment cars went down today. We don't know what happened. No one was seen doing the act. It's like the car was punctured before that," Reaper says angrily, and I hear something crack inside the office. "Who are you suspecting?" Zane ask."Michael? He left a note warning you, that worse is going to come in the next few days," Reaper says. My chest was about breaking from it's cage right now. My heart was punctured, nothing even made sense as my breathing was ragged. I was so mad about these men taking their threats on ruining Zane so personal that I didn't hear the click on the door. If Zane hadn't had caught me, I would have come crashing on the ground with my full force. Our eyes meet and he glares at me with betrayal. "Something you want t
Daddy Zane Chapter 144
The group of pajama-clad girls giggled as London turned off the lights, rendering the dorm room completely dark. The pitch inky blackness was punctuated with one single candle flickering on the window sill. London took a swig from the bottle of cheap vodka being passed around the group and sat down to rejoin her friends. The half-dozen girls sat in a circle on the floor surrounding a cardboard store-bought ouija board. One by one the girls belligerently asked the “spirits” in the room to answer questions, most of which involved boys and sex. When it was her turn, London closed her eyes, drumming up dramatic effect, and asked her question. “Will I get knocked up this year?” She bellowed in a creepy voice, mocking the faux scary seance. London didn’t believe for one second in the existence of anything supernatural. She only believed in partying, of which she was an expert. As long as the booze was flowing London was up for anything, even a stupid seance in
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