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Chapter 166

***ZANE'S POV***

"Vincenzo? Jesus, Zane, get a sense of decency," I hear a familiar voice groan out before I open my eyes.

The club is dead and apart from a few people making out at the end of the dimly lit room, I spot a few drunkards and that is it.

"Fuck, what happened?" I ask feeling like my head will be divided into two if care is not taken.

Yawning, I glare at the man in front of me, frowning for a second as his face gets a name in my head.

On alert, I grab Don Russell on the lapels of his shirt and pull him towards me, the memories if last night coming back in a rush.

"Where is she?" I growl, the sound beastly.

Russell frowns and pushes me away from him to stand.

"Where the fuck is who?" he questions his tone suggesting that I calm down and talk properly.

"My wife," I bark out fiercely.

Alex comes in, a pretty mile on his face and Reaper behind him.

"Hey, Zane. Nice cock you have there," he says and I look down at my soft cock, although deflated, it still has
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