***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
***ZANE'S POV***I zone out of the room, everything seems dark and void. The only sounds I hear are of men yelling and orders backing out orders. I only think of one person, one pretty face. London. Blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a small button nose. How perfect could my wife be?Now, she is not here. What fucking game is Michael Logan playing with me? He doesn't even know the things I can do to him. No, the things I would do to the fucker. He will wish he were dead because I sure will fuck him properly. Is London alright? And my baby? I feel hot tears burn my eyes and a few rogue ones escape. I can't help but worry about London's safety. “Zane? Come on man, open your eyes,” I hear someone call out. “Grab me a good damn bottle of water, Alexander. Rio put the kids on one side, I will blow their heads off their necks if anything happened to my brother,” I hear a familiar voice say. I am still not focused, it becomes very unclear and the next thing, cold water is
***ZANE'S POV***We reach the beach house at ten p.m. and the look on our faces is one of pure trepidation. With our revolvers in our hands, we stand out and watch for men. Two are at the gate and one of the main top buildings. We take them out before they know they are being attacked. With the silent guns, it is easy to move around as we keep taking them out. An alarm sounds off and I pull the trigger on the fucker behind the screen, his head scattering and his brain matter remaining on the glass behind him. “He deserves it,” Rio says as he passes me, punching me across the arm. Inside the house, the men running downstairs are busy and we take turns taking them out. I check out the rooms and in the cinema hall, I notice the lights on. With a head nod, I signal to them to come towards the room. Banging it open, Riley is there and before he grabs his gun, I shoot him in the arm. “Ahhh! You shot me,” he wails as he falls to the ground. “Come here,” I bark out as I p
***LONDON'S POV***One Week LaterIt has been a whole week without having to hear from Zane. I feel restless. I am hysterical and sick to the core. After calling Micah for help, he helped me with fake documents to leave Italy as soon as possible and that had caused a dent in his pockets. Although I feel bad about him and have promised to pay him back, he keeps refusing it, saying we were on the same page. Micah's house reeks of smoke, and his dirty room is barely liveable. The number of times I had threatened to go home… where Zane leaves is more than I have taken a breath of my own. No antenatal, no doctor checkups, I could probably be having a dead baby in me and I wouldn't even know. The mere thought of it has tears streaking down my face, I fight it off but it stays, determining to burn its way through my flesh. I have tried my best to clean this place, the amount of bleach I have used is alarming, yet, there is this musky smell that wouldn't leave. Laying on t
***LONDON'S POV***I wake up to a room that is spinning and I am very confused about how I got here. This is the bedroom I share with Zane, but when I slept, I was in Micah's little bedroom in the slums of town. The warmth of the room feels me, it warms me and I feel cool about it. My forehead hurts and as I slide down from the bed, I feel all the blood leaving my body, rushing to my head in a split second. I fall to the ground, my face turning green and my stomach churning with disgust. The bedroom door slams open and I see a worried-looking Zane walk across the room to me, all humor has left his face. Was there ever anything to be happy about? I wondered. “Ouigghh!” I make a vomiting sound as I manage to cover my mouth with my hands. It wouldn't help if I didn't make it to the bathroom on time. “Easy, Little girl, Daddy is here now,” Zane says as he breaks into a run, sweeps me into his arm, and strides to the bathroom. My head is down the bathroom pot as I puck. It
***ZANE'S POV***My face brightens up as I watch the little fetus on the screen. While London was asleep, I made my men bring in the machines that were needed for my office. It might not have been complicated, but it had cost a small fortune. I don't care, as long as what I want is being able to happen. Like this scene in front of me, I feel London's face split into a heartwarming smile. “I love this,” I hear London say beside me. “Me too,” I reassure her. A few pics are taken, and printed out. Dr. Tom hands it over to me and I shake his hand as I walk him towards the door. After settling him off, he tells me how he wants London to take her drugs. “In case of any complications, you can call me,” Dr. Tom says. “Thank you,” I say watching him slide into his car. Micah stands beside me as I stare at the doctor's leave. “I want to appreciate you for all you do for London,” Micah murmurs scratching his head. “I will do anything for her, but that doesn't exclude