Chapter 45

***ZANE'S POV***

I know London is lying to me but I cannot prove it. She has grown a loud tendency to do that a lot.

I can not afford my woman lying to me. It means she can equally trade information about me to my enemy, and pull me downward. I hate the thought of that in my own head.

As I patrol the rooms on the third floor of the mansion, they seem normal to me, and I sigh, going back to my room to sulk.

I spent the next three hours in my room, working on my desk on some files about the club. It doesn't stop the fact that I hear the music blazing the speakers downstairs.

My men are having a party and London is in their midst. I know I can't go there and throw them out because they are being nice to the woman I was being a prick to.

It is not my fault, I am used to being aggressive and not tender, but London just knows how to turn all those gentle sides of mine into mush. It kind of turns me on though, it makes my heart lunch with love.

Love. That is a new one.