Chapter 71

***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