***LONDON'S POV***4:45 p.m I grab my phone tensing at each turn, waiting for the right time to badge out of the house.My baby is one year old today and I feel so fucking proud about it. He is the only reason why I am coming here today. I want him to have a life well deserved. He needs to know his parents have the world at his disposal.IT'S TIMEI read the message and closed my eyes in fear, my chest constricting with a lot of thoughts running through my head. The people in the house weren't many, but we were enough to distract me from Zane as I made my way outside. "Going somewhere, London?" I hear Reaper's dark voice ask as I step outside. Closing my ears, I shake my head, staring at him. "No, Reaper. Zane has sent me to go grab the present he bought for Dante. It's in his truck," I say looking at it.That's a cheap lie. Reaper's snarl says it too. "I got that present out earlier this morning. I also heard that you are at a flight risk to go save your brother.
***ZANE'S POV***"I call bullshit to that, London. No one is fucking going to hurt Micah now that we are here. Where did they say he is?" I ask my voice a deep shade of authority and I warn my wife not to give me a wrong answer. She doesn't know how I felt when I heard Reaper howling out for help only to find out that she had hit him on the groin when he had tried stopping her from leaving. "Where?" I ask and London shivers. Good. This is only the beginning. She would know worse pain when we get home because she wouldn't be able to sit for about two weeks, give or take.Pointing behind her, she says, "In that car behind me," Her reply isn't forced, just annoyed.Pulling her by the arm, London fights to break free but I don't let her get her way with me. "Stop fucking fighting me, lady," I bark at her, my breath flashing her face. "I was doing this, Zane. You didn't have to show up here like some fucking hero, now, Oliver would kill Micah," she spits out in my face.St
***LONDON'S POV***NO! FUCK NO!I am losing the plot. Zane is making a huge mistake trying to mishandle this situation. Things wouldn't have happened like this if he would have just fucking listen to me. "Fuck! Jesus fuck!" he screams and I close my eyes, willing the headache from my head would subside. "This is all your fault, Zane," I cry out slumping to the ground on my knees. For a moment, Zane stops wallowing in self-pity and turns around to look at me. "I beg your pardon?" he asks sounding shocked. "You didn't hear me? I said this was your fucking fault. If you would have let me take care of this, nothing wouldn't have happened, and I would still have my son," I shout. The men are dusting themselves and I check around, not much damage, but the men seem to shake. It looks worse than it actually is. Fury blinds Zane and he takes a few sensitive steps before me and growls in anger. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asks anger causing his nostrils to fl
***ZANE'S POV***I know I sound like a fucking psychopath who is also a wife-beater but right now I don't give a fuck. Walking towards the car, I open the door and flashing my eyes at London, I order her. "Get in the fucking car," I muttered harshly beneath my breath. London grumbles back and she shifts, but then, she slides into the car fuming. Reaper drawls and Sinner chuckles as he enters the car. The rest of my men get into their respective cars and we drive off. Throughout the way home, we don't utter a word and the moment we pull out of Rio's mansion, he pulls out and rushes to his house. By the time I get a hold of my wife and drag her to the house, I find a sobbing Mia in Rio's arms. She breaks from her husband's arm and rushes to me."I am sorry, Zane. I swear I took me out because I served as a resistance to them," she says crying harder. "Hush, Mia, this is not your fault, I understand that," I murmur in her hair, hoping she believes me. Mia has a short
***LONDON'S POV***I am sated when I wake up the next morning and when I turn around, I notice Zane isn't in bed with me. Annoyed, I move around looking for him. Downstairs, a bowl of breakfast is waiting for me in the dining room and I sit, Mia is there but she looks so tired. More like she had been crying all fucking night. "Are you alright?" I ask sympathetically. She shakes her head and groans from that little act. "Hey, what's the matter?" I ask rubbing my hands across her shoulder. "Nothing, just eat, please?" she asks. We eat in companionable silence, and with a little aggressive sputter here and there, I finish my meal and look at Mia, holding my breath for a moment. "What is going on?" I inquire. "Nothing, London. The men went out to find a lead on Oliver, I am just sick and miserable because I know this is my fault," she says and her shoulders sack again, before I know it, she starts crying. "Okay, Mia, calm down, okay? You didn't do this, and that motherfu
***ZANE'S POV***Motherfucker!Staring at London made my stomach churn. I want to close my eyes and disappear but that isn't happening. London's eyes are on me and that isn't changing shit about. "Hi, Zane," she says sitting upright. "Hi?" I call out frowning. London jumps out of the bed and rushes towards the door. Sensing that she was about to run, I first, blocked her way out. "Get the fuck out of the way," she cries out looking frantically, checking for something to use it attack me. "Wait, London," she says angrily. "No. You bloody idiot, get out of the freaking way," she shouts. Annoyed, I get out and London starts running downstairs. She takes the corridor that leads to Rio's wing and starts pounding on their door. "What the... London, you can't do that, they are sleeping," I say trying to be rational. "I swear, Zane, if you get any step closer to me, I will break that cock of yours and feed those balls to the dogs outside," she threatens. If the situ
***LONDON'S POV***I wake up in a moving car, and the smell of gas fills the car, making me frown. When I notice Zane behind the steering, I am confused as to what is going on. "Zane?" I call out looking around me.Trying to move my arms I frown when I find then bound. Bile rises to my throat as I stare at the man who had done it with questioning glares. "Uhm... Why am I tied to the car, Zane? And where are we going to?" I ask. I don't know what time it is, but judging from outside and how the sun is starting to break, I bet it is the early hours of morning. It doesn't stop the confusion from filling my mine. "Oh, you are awake, baby," he says smiling sweetly at me. "Untie me, please," I beg sobbing. "No, darling. I am going to hand you over to Oliver in exchange of my son. It will be yours to amend your scores with your shitty ex because he isn't including Dante into the mix," he blurts out, fuming as he drives. My feel hit make my eyes sting, I want to yell at Zan
***LONDON'S POV***ZANE DIDN'T GIVE ME AWAY. The realization hits me like a freight train and I hold my breath, fighting its rapid growth. When I first heard Zane's voice, tears choked me because the delight of finding out that my man was out there waiting for me was a refreshment, one that I was willing to take as a full blessing. "Once we cross the bridge, we are out of Aloha District. I can't wait to be in New York," Oliver says twisting his fingers together. "Same here. It would be a relief to know that our girl is with us," Michael mutters. I flinch, turning my head to start at Mike in disbelief. "You both are going to share me?" my voice breaks as the fear is evident in my voice. "What do you think, baby?" he asks laughing sweetly."Fuck you," I bite out. Oliver puts his foot on the gas and I go hitting my head behind Mike's chair. The taste of blood fills my mouth as I suck in large gulps of breath. "London? Baby? Are you alright? Son of a bitch," Zane's