***LONDON'S POV*** I need to set my day straight. Zane says he has a meeting with his mafia brothers this morning and I know what that means for me. I have to find a way to snuggle money. I don't know how I will have fifteen thousand dollars, but I better be getting my wits to work. "You are going with me to the club," Zane says naturally, as he fastens his tie. I had taken a shower but had put on a dress. It was a yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps. My eyes fixed on Zane's face. I wasn't dressing to accompany him anywhere. "I have something to do in town today, Zane," I explain. "That's bad because I wasn't asking for your opinion about the matter. I want to see you close to me," he mutters out. "No, Zane. You are not the boss of me, I have my own life and decisions to make," I finish. Zane was putting his cufflinks on, he stopped and looked at me as if I just sputtered rubbish. "Want to come again, little girl?" he asks his voice spending menacing. I
***ZANE'S POV***I was in a fucking mafia meeting when I saw the videos start popping into my phone. I got confused as to why Sinner was sending me videos.It was unlike him. "Excuse me, gentlemen," I excused myself as I stood from the large table we were hosting the meeting. I made my way to the balcony and started opening the videos. One after the other, I watched how London mouthed Sinner, being excessively rude to him. I frowned as I opened several more of the shorts. I rang his phone and once he didn't pick up when I insisted, it showed me he wasn't available. But that was fucking hours ago. I had my reasons to be frightened, but before I could call, Sinner's name popped up on the bar as he started calling me. "Shit! Where is she, Sinner? I asked you to put her on the phone and since then, I haven't heard a sound from you," I blurt out. I strolled farther down the balcony, grazing my hand on the gold railings, letting the smooth metal cool down my brain. "Sh
***LONDON'S POV***I knew I was playing with fire but I didn't know how deep it was fucking going to burn me. With Zane, one can never know how deep it runs but right now, Michael seems to be some sort of distraction to me. His dog, Jase, is at the back and I hadn't even had the time to pet his fur with sweetness. Michael had pulled me towards the booth so that he could give feed to me. "Fuck, the chocolate eclairs are sweet, mouth warming and so delicious. I love it," I mutter as a big chocolate patch stains my nose. "I am glad that you love it," Mike says. I don't notice anything is wrong, how the fuck will I when I was having a good time with Michael? I wonder. "Why are the people outside?" one of Mike's people asks. "People?" Mike yelled as he stood. Before I could process what was going on, I watched it unfold like a movie scene. Zane fucking Vincenzo stomped into the bakery with about fifteen men in tow behind him. "Oh, Sweet Jesus," I cry out as I turn towa
***ZANE'S POV***I am exhausted when it comes to London. The woman makes a lot of thoughts go through my mind. As she stands in front of me, I watch her soft eyes watching me. At first, she has this fear in her eyes and when she speaks I have the urge to take a step back. "Will you strike me, Zane?" she asks her tongue tipping out and touching her lips with it. "I will never hit you, London. Never. But it wouldn't stop the fact that you wouldn't get punished," I state, making sure that she hears. London nods her head. I was frightened when I heard her shouting her lungs out that there was a snake in the shrubs, I don't ever want to lose her, but if she thinks she will slide punishment, then, she has a whole lot waiting for her. "I asked you to open the door when you hid yourself and you refused. I counted to ten and you didn't budge. Rather, you helped your boyfriend escape," I call out. "Michael is not my boyfriend, Zane," she states. "What is he to you then? I watc
***LONDON'S POV***I don't have time to catch my breath because Zane rolls me off the bed and into the bathroom. He places me on the sink while he cleans himself. Taking a damp towel, he cleans me off. When we return to his room, he puts his t-shirt over my head, It is an oversized one and I don't mind the least. As he puts on his boxer briefs on me, he slams my ass a little. I am ashamed to say it but anal sex with Zane hits differently. The man is built differently, in fact, everything about him is just structured in a whole new way. "Go downstairs and apologize to Sinner, now," he orders. I've got instant tears rolling down my cheeks as I feel uneasy about it. When I stay, Zane swirls his head at me, looking as if it would break me. "London?" he calls out fiercely."I don't want to," I choke out on my words. There is no reason why I shouldn't be polite to Sinner, they are set to respect me, and I even feel guilty. "Don't be a brat, go now, I have to answer this cal
***ZANE'S POV***I have to admit that London's sandwiches are one of the best that I have ever eaten. As I grab my second one from the plate, I catch contact with her eyes and I wink at her. Her cheeks brighten as she blush profusely. I love seeing those pink shades on her, it makes me feel alive. "What happened to the fucker?" I ask, turning my head to look at Reaper. He blows air from his mouth before replying, "The bastard ran away through an underground wall. The bakery is on shut down and everyone has evacuated the shop," he explains. I feel London tense up. Although she had made two sandwiches each for the men, she hadn't eaten any. She was so selfless and it came naturally to her. I ignore her as I fire my next question. "Want to talk about why you went there, London?" I ask gently. "Michael is my friend. He offered me a job at his place, I had accepted it and I would be working there. I don't know if my job still sticks because you have fucking destroyed i
***LONDON'S POV***It has been one week since the incident at the bakery. Since I passed out in Zane's kitchen after he punished me. We haven't said anything too personal to one another. He hasn't touched me, looked at me, or done anything to make me doubt that we are on talking terms. I have met Micah and he seems to keep drowning in debt. Also, Zane doesn't trust me enough to let me go. Manipulating my cell phone is harder than I thought. Skipping to the room upstairs every now and then is a big challenge because I risk getting caught. Zane walks into the room as I am putting my hair in a ponytail. I am already dressed. "Going somewhere, little girl?" he asks warmly. "Yes. To have a run. I need my legs stretched out a little," I smile as I use my scrunchy to secure my hair at the back of my head. From the mirror, I could easily see Zane's mind working something out, that is crazy because this is actually the first time I am going out for a run and it is also the
***ZANE'S POV***I rode to the club anger puffing throw my ears, I had to kick myself to focus on the road, but as I walked into the club, my men knew what was up. Reaper joins me in my office. "Boss!" he calls out as I sit on the chair and he closes the door behind me. I pour half a glass of whiskey and down everything down in one gulp. "London is a liar. I confronted her, can you fucking believe she was going to run? Something she never does and when I tell her about the money, she tries dodging to the door. Bundles of money fall from her body," I explain. I pour another glass of whiskey but I swirl the amber liquid, watching it move from side to side, too fucking weak to drink it. "That's dangerous, isn't it? Tell me you didn't kill her, boss," Reaper said his eyes widening. "Hell no! She is alive. At least, that was how I left her at home, alive and untouched," I say. I wasn't going to count the few spankings she received on her round soft bottom. She deserves