***LONDON'S POV***I spent all night waiting for a man who came straight to the bathroom and went under the shower. Alright, I am being a jealous bitch and I am the fucking reason he went out in the first place, but please, I don't want to think he was with another woman and now, he is washing out the remnants of his mistress' scent on himself. "You cheated didn't you?" I ask, my eyes on his own. I notice the frown on Zane's face and I wish I could take back the words I had just spoken but it was too late now. "The fuck? Do I look like a cheat now?" he demands frowning at me. I feel embarrassed and although I try to hide the shame on my face, I feel it grow hot and I look away now. Squeezing my neck lightly, he forces my face on his. "You don't say it and get embarrassed now, do you, London?" he asks fiercely. I shake my head, but Zane is bent on passing his point across.."I am sorry, Daddy. I shouldn't have even run my mouth about that. I feel like an idiot," I
***LONDON'S POV**FRIDAY NIGHTI have an appointment at Raeger's Club and I don't know how the Doms are going to treat me, but deep down in me, I hope I get out of this unscathed. I have picked out a red satin gown, it has little shiny pearls that cover my breast lobes and move right up to my belly button where it stops. I grab my pair of high-fashioned heels where my tiptoes are pointed outside. With deep breaths, I try to relax a little, sitting on my vanity and taking short rasped breaths. "Are you ready, baby?" I hear Zane's unmistakable voice from the door and I swirl around so fast that I fear that I might have snapped my neck. "Zane? Are we going somewhere?" I ask holding my supply of energy as I look at him, feasting on his manliness. He is putting in dress pants, a grey shirt, and a tie. As usual, he has his sleeves rolled upwards and it causes butterflies to churn in my stomach. "You look good to eat," I tease flashing him my best smile."I can't say about y
***ZANE'S POV***I see the moment my wife cracks between my fingers, the moment she regrets her decision of lying to me, and it is at that minute I draw my fingers from her pussy, sticking it into my mouth and sucking it like a starved man while my eyes are still buried on hers. "Daddy," she whimpers. "Yes, Little girl," I reply with a smug smile on my face. "I was going to cum," she whines out like a baby. Closing the distance between us, I kiss her passionately on her neck, dragging those kisses out as much as I can. When she starts reacting, I pull away, letting her feel the stink just the way it should be. "I know, but I thought you were not feeling well?" I press slowly, waiting for her anger to snap between her. "Fine. I am fine," she cries our rubbing her bottom on my already hard dick. Wasting no time, I grab her beneath her bum bum and encourage her to wrap those tiny legs around my waist, when I unclick my belt, I force my dick in her, making her part her li
***LONDON'S POV***I am sitting in a booth with Zane where a makeshift table is in front of us. We are not alone here, there are other people who came to see. I guess that makes us all voyeurs. When I felt Zane throw a blanket over my lower body, I frowned at him, wondering what was going on.With confusion evident in my eyes, I watch him pull his lips down my ears and whisper only for me to hear. "I want you to be a good girl and put your leg over mine," he says his voice dark and filled with lust. "Here? Wouldn't people see?" I questioned and noticed how dim the lights got until only the people on stage were seen. Broadening my eyes, I stare at Zane in utter shock. "That was unexpected," I say giggling as I comply, putting my leg over Zane's thigh. When he arranges the blanket so that no matter what happens it won't slip out above me, I stare at his face and all I see is the determination of a man who wants his wife to have fun. Smiling, I lean over and kiss his
***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
***ZANE'S POV***It is at one p.m. When a young ragged boy is brought to me, his face swollen and his eyes busted. He is seeing from an uppercut wound above his eye.Crossing the room, I punch him hard across the stomach and he slumps forward. "Enough, Zane. The boy is twenty," Don Russell says frowning slightly. "Does it look like I give a flying fuck how old this motherfucker is? Because of him, my wife is out there, somewhere and I don't know. Do you know why? Because he cooperated with my enemy," I bark out pulling my sleeves upwards. It has been eight hours since London was kidnapped and four hours since I figured it out. This guy has been holed up in an apartment downtown thinking my men wouldn't find him. "Where is my wife? Where did Enzo take him to?" I question my voice thick with acid. Austin was on the ground gasping for air as he struggles to catch his breathe."I don't know. I am sorry I helped that man, he offered me money and I desperately needed it," he cries out
***REAPER'S POV***Author's Note:Yeah, you read that correctly. Since Reaper wouldn't have a story of his own, this chapter is written in his Pov. Enjoy. *** I don't need to babysit a girl just because we found out she isn't some guy and is doing shitty jobs for survival, but then, Blakely is not like the girls I know, or mean, I fuck. "Come, I will clean you up," he motion towards the door that leads to my room. It is huge, clean and airy than her little apartment she has downtown. "I need to go home," she says in pain.I wish I had helped her ass earlier by stopping Zane from hitting her, but she got herself into this men. When Zane kicked her in the stomach, I had this pull to immediately step in, to make sure that she is alright, but I needed to bide my time, jumping in would have meant I knew more. "Not happening, sorry," I say with a plain smile on my face. "It is," she stutters scrambling to her feet. She heads for the door and I step in front of her, blocking
***BLAKELY'S POV***I am an idiot for thinking this huge man here would want to take care of me without wanting a taste of the cookie between my legs. I mean, he is handsome, and when he stares at me like the way he is doing now, I can't stop but feel my legs squeeze with pressure from how much I am starting to like him. "If you will want baggaes like Gemma and I in your house, then, yes, I accept," I say looking at anywhere but at his face. When he scowls, his hands pinch my cheeks, bringing it to his face. "Don't call yourself baggage ever again," he spits out. I see the anger flashes in his eyes and I catch my breathe, nodding gently. His brown eyes softens as be captures my chin once more, making sure I am staring at him."I am sorry, I am a gruff, but I promise to be gentle when it comes to you and Gemma," he states. "Why do you want to do that? I am the enemy remember?" I say shifting in his embrace. He snickers and tightens his hold around me. "Sugar, I hav