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Daddy Zane Chapter 32
***LONDON'S POV***I make it to the last stall and I find a connecting door. My smile is wide when I slip out of it and carefully close the door behind me. I know I wouldn't have a chance against Zane, so I grab the stray iron I find close to the chairs at the other end of the club. Since they were two, I knotted the door with it, locking Zane inside the women's bathroom. I rushed to the front and bolt it lock. That got Zane's attention because he tries opening the door, but gets caught by the iron rod. "London!" he bellows, his anger raging through the entire toilet. "I am sorry, Zane, but I am too scared of your punishments. My ass is still sore from this afternoon," I say quickly as I dash out into the main club, the music blaring. "London? Is anything the problem?" Reaper asks his voice having an edge of fear to it. I know I need to control my high heartbeat if not I risk being caught before making it out of here. "No... No," I say firmly as I arran
Daddy Zane Chapter 33
***ZANE'S POV***I fucking can't believe it has been ten hours since London left me. She fucking locked me in the women's bathroom. I thought I had an advantage on her but the little slimy queen got through my fingers and I didn't even notice it. Before I could figure out that London was gone, the crazy woman was putting an iron bar on the bathroom door. Breaking it was hard and before Reaper could have the sense to check out this way, I had to call him. Good enough a lady wanted to use the bathroom. "Where is she?" I ask Reaper and Sinner as they pace around my office. I am still at the club. I couldn't leave when I hadn't found out where London was. Well, I had a cold shower in one of the bedrooms I occupy here and changed into a new suit. I can't even imagine the things I would do to London's body once I find her. "We've searched everywhere, Boss, but we can't guess where she is," Reaper says. "What happened? She seemed to be annoyed when she walked into t
Daddy Zane Chapter 34
***LONDON'S POV***"What do you plan to do now, London?" I hear Michael's question as I finish eating breakfast. He picks up my plate, walking to the sink to clean it up as I dab my lips with a napkin. "I need to return home, but I don't think Zane would be happy with my little stunt," I say, my voice sounding so exasperated. He nods his head, understanding dawning on him. "I could offer you a job at my bakery if you wanted to, you know?" he says softly. "You own the place for real, Mike?" I ask my eyes softening with hope. With want. "Well, yes. But the business needs a partner, for now, I am behind the counter playing the baker and releasing treats for the neighborhood," he explains. I think it out. I really do love baking, but Zane would never accept me to work for Mike. Besides, I have done a lot to make him want to tie me in the air and leave me there. I stare at the man before me, wondering if taking up his offer is worth killing us both. "So...?" he asks,
Daddy Zane Chapter 35
***LONDON'S POV***My head is throbbing and the room is peach-black. I know it was morning when I woke up, but right now, I can't even figure out why I am still in bed. The entire room is drowned in darkness and as I stir, I feel a strong pair of arms around me, I shiver a little bit, and then, memories from the day come crashing into me. I was about to leave Michael's house when a group of men attacked us. I had taken a blow to my head. I move to stretch my hand to my head but I am reminded by the strong arms that lock me so well. The muscles start shifting and I know exactly who is in bed with me. ZANE!The words echo through my head, I want to cry out in shock, but I stifle that sound. If he is here with me, I know what that means, I will soon receive whatever punishment he presses down on my body, this is not going to work well, and I freaking know it. Sliding out of bed, I only get a foot down before I hear a deep throaty voice speak, scaring the hell out
Daddy Zane Chapter 36
***ZANE'S POV***I hold on to London's neck, making sure not to press any harder than necessary, I do not want her to pass out. "Now, little human, never fucking threaten me with the news of fucking my men and sending the pictures to me, understood?" I ask my eye boring down on here intensively. London scowls at me and I increase the pressure slightly, making her whimper. "Fuck you, Zane," she says aggressively. This is the peak of it, these are the kind of things that annoy me but with London, I sure have to restrain myself from hurting her. I lean in until our lips are just inches apart and mutter, her breath caressing my skin. "I will fuck you, London, and until I feel your womb shift beneath me, I don't think I would let you go," I tell her. Instantly, I tear the clothes off her body, I know that at the rate at which I manhandle our clothes, we would barely have clothes to wear. Fuck that. I will always buy a new closet of clothes to wear. "No, Zane, d
Daddy Zane Chapter 37
***LONDON'S POV***I know I am spilling out too much and it isn't even being an hour yet. I wonder what we will discuss before the end of the evening. I finish downing the rest of my beer and grab the third bottle for the evening. I take a sip from the bottle, not eager to let it finish so soon. "So, I scare you, then. I promise to do my best not to scare you," I hear Zane's promises as he lifts his hand to his chest and crosses it as if binding to his promise. "Come on, Zane, that is not what I mean," I cry out snorting. Zane shakes his head, refusing to listen to me. "That is alright, little girl, I get it, for real, and I am not angry that you were being honest with me. Does that count as anything to you?" he questions, turning his head to look at me. I nod the slightest bit, it was impossible to even notice it unless you had your eyes perched against my face. "Did you take my clothes off?" I ask, noting that I wasn't in the clothes Michael had given me to sle
Daddy Zane Chapter 38
***LONDON'S POV***Zane is giving me this really annoying scowl that says I shouldn't play with him. Of course, I know better than to follow with this crazy idea I am pushing through. "Of-fucking-course not, Zane, I didn't let him touch me," I sigh out. It was only then that I slipped off him and returned my attention to the TV. "Let me get your legs," Zane orders.At first, I gave him this weird look as if to tell him to cut the joke off if he was joking. He clearly wasn't, so, here I was with my legs over this brute of a man's own. To my dismay, he isn't being a prick about it, rather, he is massaging it. Fucking Vincenzo is rubbing my feet. In a normal way, I would find this hilarious, but now, it is... Soothing. I start relaxing gently and soon, I am taking over the weight of sleep.*Hours had passed and it was now night. I wondered about a lot of things, but specifically about Mike. I remembered the trousers I had worn last night and discovered that Michael
Daddy Zane Chapter 39
***LONDON'S POV***It is just after two a.m. And I have had the most heartwarming sex experience with Zane. We fucked in literally every space in his office. When he had dug his fingers on my ass and squeezed, the shameful moan I had released is still engraved in my head. Thinking about it makes me sigh. Zane is so hot. We slept about an hour ago, thus, Zane would still be asleep. I look at him one last time, making sure his breathing is even before I make my way out of the room. I am wearing a black pair of shorts and a hoodie. Well, I borrowed one from Zane's collection. They are warm and cozy. Slipping my legs into flip-flops, I rush upstairs and to the room where I had left the burner phone. After dinner, I had made sure to allow the kitchen door open, I had distracted Zane from double checking the door for security with the numerous kisses I had peppered his face with. It worked because now, I have a gust of wind blowing on my face and I feel... Peace?I don't
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