***LONDON'S POV***"Something happened, but Russell wouldn't let me on what that is," Casey says frowning. "Where is him?" I demanded. "He left before the rising of the sun, I bet he had an errand to run," she says sipping from her mug. After breakfast, I notice Reaper heading downstairs and heading towards the door. "Reaper?" I call out as I looked shocked. He stops, his jaws ticking harshly. "Yes, London?" he replies drawing his hand into his hair. He stops looking at me as his eyes move towards his legs. "Hey, you are here, aren't you supposed to be with Zane?" I inquire noting that something is wrong. "He asked me to come home and rest. But I have to go now, I've had enough sleep," he says. "Come have breakfast then, I will grab you a cup of coffee," I say grabbing the sleeves of his shirt and pulling him gently towards the kitchen. As I started on frying bacon and eggs, I switched on the coffeemaker. "Tell me, Reaper, what's going on?" I ask as I prepar
***ZANE'S POV***I remove my hand from London's neck and take a step backward. The woman will make me go crazy before she lets go of me. "I didn't want you to know. Yet," I explain looking away.London looks hurt, her eyes searching my face, I don't know what she is expecting to find out. "That shouldn't have happened to Sinner," I say staring away. "I wouldn't ask you to explain to me what we are facing but it seems like being married to you makes me a target too," London says. "No! You can't say that, London. I will protect you," I let out."Just like you did for Sinner?" she taunted. My eyes darkened as they searched her face, I wanted to tell her to stop, but she knew what buttons to press. "I promise," I say. "You left this morning and didn't even tell me you were coming out here. For a moment, I wondered if it was actually your bloody clothes I saw last night," London mutters her eyes searching the floor. She had a shallow pink tinted across her f
***ZANE'S POV***I walk into the eatery, taking out my jacket and wrapping it around London's shoulder. "Put this on, you are too exposed," I say flicking at her dress. It is a good thing she doesn't argue with me on this round because the Antonovs were pissing me off already. "What is the matter, Zane? Who was that?" she asks her brows curling as she stares at the broken burner phone in my hand. "No one important," I sigh out slipping it into my pocket. We walk towards the wing where Sinner is and I ask London to give me a minute with my men. She waits outside but stays in my peripheral. Good! I know she is safe like this. "We got attacked. Enzo wants a war, we will give them that," I say, Enzo groaning. "We don't want to go to bed with the Russians, Boss," Reaper says, a frown evident on his face. "No, we don't have to, but with how obvious they are about destroying our shipments, we have to put a bullet through their thick skulls," I say.Sinner groans in
***LONDON'S POV***"Come on, Sinner, you have to get well soon so that you can be present at your own welcome home party," I tell him jokingly as I peer into his face. He has a day stubble on his face and looks to be in pain. Although strong men like Sinner will never admit to being hurt, the pain flashes visibly across their faces and also their features. "Thank you, London, I can't be any more appreciative," he says groaning. A knock on the door makes my head snap there. Two men in suits stroll in, one having a baseball hat. They all look good. "The boss asked us to take his wife home," The one slightly tall says, looking at me. "Isn't it a bit early since Zane left? what? About fifteen minutes?" I ask, shock evident in my voice. Reaper replies to me. "They might have been around when the Boss called. I trust you both to take London home," Reaper says his eyes on theirs as he tries to figure out something. Downstairs, I slide into the car and Reaper stares at the men a while
***ZANE'S POV***I pulled into the parking lot with the speed of light as I made it inside. My brothers are closely behind as they join me, taking the stairs two at a time. I need to feel the burn running in my lungs, if not, I might commit murder in a public place. The ICU is at the bent and rounding it, I make my way to Sinner's room. "Where is she?" I asked bnging into the room. "Who?" both men ask shock evident in their expressions. "London. My wife of course," I reply huffing. Reaper's eyes widen as he starts shaking his head. "The recruits got her. Isn't she supposed to be home?" he asks innocently. I feel like a haze has dropped over me because I close my eyes, expecting the anger to pass, it seems to be missed with anger. My head instantly turned into a very dark place. "This can't be happening," "What is going on?" Sinner questions, pain evident in his features. "London has been kidnapped. The man I tortured earlier confessed that he was just a diversion to let the
***LONDON'S POV***Fear grips through my body when I discover that Michael isn't here to save me. No, he is here to hurt me, and I dread it. “Why? Tell me why you are hurting me, Michael. “Because I hate your entire family. They killed my father, made him act like a fool before ditching him out. You don't do that to people who swore their lives to you,” Mike says anger flirting in his eyes. “No, this must be a misunderstanding, let me go,” I beg, hoping that he listens. A cruel laughter escapes from the bastard's lips as he paces the floor. “You think so, London? The Vincenzos ruined my life, there is nothing they can do that will redeem themselves before me,” he blurts out anger flashing behind his eyes. I knew then that Michael had never cared about me, I was only a pawn in his hate game between me and the Vincenzos. Thinking about it made my blood boil. “You know Zane will kill you, right?” I ask my brows quirking painfully upward. “Shut up!” Mike says slapping me hard
***LONDON'S POV***“No! Oh, no! You can't do that to me, Michael,” I scream as the blade keeps pressing down my stomach. Zane was yelling at something at the other side of the room and I couldn't stand the fact that he was going to watch me being abused and slit open like a fucking toy. Then, everything went silent as the call ended. “What happened?” Mike asks his voice portraying his anger. “It's as if Zane slammed the phone away. He has probably had enough,” Riley says angrily. “Is that so? What about we make a small demonstration for him so that he knows we aren't bluffing when we mean business, huh?” he demands removing a cigar from his pocket. I watch with horror as Mike lits the cigar, puffing out smoke. “Start recording, this time, we will send him a little video to watch. This may serve as a reminder that his wife is still here,” he mutters puffing out more smoke from his nostrils. I grit my teeth, anger vibrating from my body, I try wriggling out to no avail,
***ZANE'S POV***It has been three fucking days and London hasn't been found yet. I have become a dirty image of myself, nothing my guys are doing is making me get a grip of it, I hate myself for putting London in danger. “Zane? you need to sleep, you look like shit,” Alex says as he hands me a cup of coffee. When last did I have a normal meal down my stomach? I wonder. Until now, I didn't realize London was the reason why I was living, now, I am just surviving. I shake my head. “You would kill yourself before you find your wife,” he says turning on the TV and putting on a news station. “Do you think Michael is the boss of the Russian bratva?” I ask not understanding his link to the Antonovs. They have increased their security and ghosted any intruder. I can't get a link to what they are doing in that mansion and it annoys me. “I don't know, Zane, but Mia is bringing you food. You need to make sure you eat and have some rest, or I swear to Jesus, I will knock you out