***ZANE'S POV***I know one thing about London, whenever she has a secret she wants to hide from me, she tries to lie me and then placate me some more. After making her cum three times on my lips, I help her into her clothes, I feed her, noticing the few bites she takes off her meal. A small sigh escapes my lips, leaving the rest as it is supposed to be. Rested. "Zane?" London calls out.She has a cookie box in her hands and as she in munching on it, I see the frown lines above her forehead, she is trying to be as calmed as possible, but I know her already. Too well, if I may be proud to boast about it. "Anything you need, honey?" I inquire, my eyes dancing around hers. She looks away. A clear sign that she is about to do something shitty. After she puffs out the air in her lungs through her mouth, she says casually,"Can you drop me off in town and then, pick me up something later?" she inquires. Busted. I didn't know what this was about, but I felt a bad ai
***ZANE'S POV***I force my legs to walk out of the bathroom and outside, to check on the car. My truck was damaged and I can't bring myself not to he mad at London. Fighting the breathe pushing through my lungs, I resist the hurt in it. "London will be the death of me," the words spill out of my lips as I enter the car, reassessing it. I pull away from the tree and help pack it on the open field, close to the shed I use as the garage. I carry the shopping bags and notice the milk and snacks inside, I ignore it, walking towards the house. I had heard it clearly, she thought I was a heartless mafia acting like a bloody mountain man. Does she hate me? I couldn't help but ask. Anything I fight the anger running through me, I walk around the room, hoping the stress and pain will help me out. "London?" I call out to her. Silence. That is all I am greeted with. The calmness of the house. I walk into the bedroom we share and I see her sitting on the vanity, her
***LONDON'S POV***I can't continue fighting Zane on his need to talk to me, but I spend most of the morning in bed. When my stomach grumbles, I slide out of the bed and into the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I make sure to bathe and brush my teeth before heading downstairs in a mini-robe I choose to wear. Zane is working on his phone and I remember briefly that I need to check mine. I make a mental note to go through it discreetly later. "Good morning," I mouth as I walk into the kitchen, avoiding his burning gaze on my skin. I don't want to think that he has an added advantage over me. I see a covered plate of food and I open it. Pancakes and eggs are there. I go for a glass of Apple juice and eat till a bite can't get into my mouth again. After trying my best to relax, I cleaned the plates I had eaten and made sure the kitchen surface area was clean. Walking out of a kitchen, for the first time, I catch a glimpse of Zane and those big hooded eyes of his are
***ZANE'S POV***I don't know what to do with London. She is a messy mess on the table where I had stationed her, tears stained on her cheeks and the desk. She is a whimpering mess, I want to good her, comfort her, but it doesn't stop the fact that she lied to me. As I make my way to the door, she calls out on me, her voice small from screaming so loudly these last few minutes. "Please, Daddy, untie me," she begs. I ignore her, walking right out of the door. Anger makes me flex my hand, stretching the flesh in and out as I wanted pain to cut through me as much as I wanted to inflict it on that mother fucker that dared hurt London. I place the call out and Reaper picks it up after a couple of rings. I hear a feminine voice, I know he is having sex but this isn't the time to wait for him to finish. "Call the girl off, Reaper, I have something I want to talk to you about," I say. From the tone of my voice, Reaper knows not to fuck with me, and I hear a few female voices scurry alon
***LONDON'S POV***I felt this deep pang of nausea that I couldn't push down no matter how hard I tried, the reason why I was vomiting and really feeling the back of my throat burn with pain. I had woken up earlier to an empty bed, Zane wasn't even in the house, what I didn't know was where he had gone to. It doesn't matter because he is here now, and he has a fresh smell that is mixed with spice and the faintest tinge of sweat. I look around the kitchen, notice the bags that are on the table, and instinctively move towards it. "There was no food when I woke up," I tell him plainly. "I am sorry I wasn't here to make you something when you woke up, I rushed out to grab a few things I wanted to get," he tells me. I nod silently studying the items. There are many offerings in here, I mean, someone like Zane would only offer this to me after he offended me. Is that how he is feeling now?"I see. I will make some food then, I am tired of eating a wrapped sandwich," I
***ZANE'S POV***London is going to be the fucking death of me, I am not going to lie, as I watch her pet Fox, I relax a little, knowing that the guard dog loves her. "Good girl, Fox. I have a chicken wing I couldn't finish, do you want some?" London asks. The dog nods as if understanding her. With hopeful eyes, London turns towards me, staring at me expectantly. "Daddy, can I... Give my last piece of meat to Fox?" she asks. "Only this once, and you are not to feed the dog without me supervising, okay?" I ask making sure she knows how serious I am. "Yes, Sir," she replies. I stop her, pinching her chin with my forefinger and thumb, she looks at me, her bright eyes on me. "Not Sir, I prefer Daddy," I tell her groaning. "Yes, Sir... Daddy," she giggles laughing out as she runs into the house. I know she is trying to lighten the mood between us, and I want that as well, but it just feels weird, considering I caused her so much pain. I think I need to get m
***ZANE'S POV***Carrying my hunting tools, I walk out of the woods, mad that I didn't have any luck in hunting any meat today. Well, at least, I had to go on a hunt and so far, it was good. Frowning, I stop dead in my tracks when a barking Fox sees me. He doesn't pounce, but he keeps barking out like I was an enemy. "Sit, Fox!" I order, but he kicks against it. I just know something has gone wrong while I wasn't at home. It got me mad and removing the chain leash I had brought with me for him, I sealed it on his neck. Alcohol. This place reeks of alcohol. Looking down, I sit the kernel with brown liquid in it. Another one had leftover bones with meat on it. I knew who had done that just at first glance. This dog would have killed me cleanly if he didn't know me, he is probably too high to see clearly. Attaching the leash to a sturdy tree trunk, I head to the house using the kitchen. The entire house was dirty, and my senses were picking up on me, making me a
***LONDON'S POV***The feeling of going back to the house made me feel good, but when Zane headed towards the airport and I saw the private jet waiting for us at the end, I looked at him, shock evident on my face. "The honeymoon isn't over, Zane, and I was enjoying Montana," I tell him smoothly. "I know right, but I think a change in air will make you feel good. Besides, you have a prominent threat here in Montana. It is about time we left," he explains. I think about the incident with Michael Logan, and also, the cyberpunk that wanted a piece of me. I cringe at my nose, still looking at Zane. He moves his hand to my thigh, his left hand on the steering. He squeezes me gently, letting me know that he is here, and I appreciate that a lot. It makes me feel warm. "Zane!" I call out to him. "Yes, Love," he replies. Zane calling me the most seductive pet names makes me blush because I know that he means it more than anything. Whatever comes out of his mouth is