Chapter 85

***ZANE'S POV***

"Is there anyone you want dead, Zane? I run this territory, if any son of a bitch is a problem to you, I can find a good way to put a bullet between their eyes," Don Russell says.

I chuckle lightly. The sound was butter, it was the sound of a man who was contemplating murder.

I don't know the number of times I have to make it plain to London not to give advances at men, or to indulge them, but fuck that, it seems like my little girl has a magnet for trouble.

Oh! And a hot lot.

But Michael Logan, I swear, that was the last name I expected to hear when I picked up that phone call earlier.

"There is nothing I can't handle, Russell," I tell him.

"Your wife," Rio says.

I shoot him a deadly glare and he throws his hands in the air as if trying to placate me.

After I had locked London in my bedroom, I made sure to position two guards in front of the door, there was no way my treacherous wife was leaving me for whatever means.

Russell had called us