All Chapters of Daddy Zane: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

***LONDON'S POV***A FEW HOURS EARLIERI keep hitting the vase on Paolo's head, making sure to smash his skull.When a gurgling sound comes up from his strangled throat, I stare at him straight in the eyes, my anger blinded by the fact that he threatened me and my baby. No mother should experience the fear that I did because it makes me hurt, more than they can ever expect. "You should rut in hell, Paolo," I bark out as I look at him in the eyes. "Michael Logan would get to you when he knows I am dead," he speaks out and I tremble. When Paolo notices his words have cut into me like a wounded animal, he smiles, blood painted in his mouth and his teeth flashing out. The sound of a gun going off and a scream pierces the air and I widen my eyes in shock. Using that as an opportunity to get me off his body, Paolo turns around and pins me to the ground. "You bitch," he screams as he whacks me with his hand. For a moment, I thought I would be deaf with how faint everythin

***ZANE'S POV***I gently lift London from the bathroom floor and notice the bruise on her forehead. I will need to put a bandage on it, it will give a nasty scar if care isn't taken. Sighing, I lean her in the bathtub and glare at her. Her perfect green eyes meet mine and she stares away, tears streaking down her face. I didn't utter a word, but my presence was as thick as that of a thief. I felt the big bathroom with my large frame body. The water was warm, I had made sure of that. Grabbing the soft sponge, I start scrubbing away the blood from her hands, I push the sponge closer to her lower belly and stop. London wasn't active and she didn't even know how close I had been to sponging her pussy. Dodging to her thighs, I spread them gently and she doesn't fight me, London just lets me do it as I feel pleased. Finished cleaning her up, I made sure to wash her hair. I don't put her on the sink, not after what just happened. Carrying London to the bed, I wrap a to

***ZANE'S POV***I walked downstairs fuming, my eyes were red-rimmed and I could puff out smoke through my ears. I grabbed the closest thing to my right, a drawer filled with pictures, mainly decorative paintings, I crashed them to the floor, breathing heavily. Reaper rushes to the scene and I shake my head. "Don't, Reaper. I am too fucked up in the head right now that I can't even think right, m" I say. He snorts as I kick on the shelf, looking around for something next to grab. "You need to calm down, boss. For real, this will inky get you mad, you need a clear mind when your men finally know where Michael is hiding," he says pushing his hands in front of him. "London said she feels like there was a spy between my men. Is it you?" I ask in an accusatory tone. "Fuck no!" Reaper replies looking hurt. "Are you sure?" I demand as I see Sinner walk out of his quarters, a confused look on his face. "What is going on here?" he questions, getting in the scene. This was o

***ZANE'S POV***I need to take control of my emotions, I need to try and get a hold of my thrust before I hurt London, but with the way she is happy, and how her mouth is open, I bet she will even notice my shift in thrusts. London's breath becomes labored, and she starts screaming, throwing her head backward. "Too much, baby?" I ask staring at her. "No. Just the right amount. Harder," she moans rocking harder down my cock. "You will need to keep calm, I don't want the rest of the house hearing you moan to the sound of my cock, that is meant only for me to hear," I blurt out, grabbing her tightly by the shoulders. She whimpers and I relax. "No, don't stop!" she calls out to me, riding my cock. I was fast-hitting an orgasm again. "Bring your titties to my mouth, little human, I want to taste you," I order, making sure she obeyed. I took a pebbled nipple on her breast and rocked a little bit, that sounded more like something I would do because she opened her sle

***LONDON'S POV***I needed to convince Zane immediately. If anyone was going to face Michael, let the person be me. In irritation, Zane walks out of the room, scratching his scalp as he says, "I am not having this conversation with you, little girl," I knew I needed to give my husband some time, he needed to calm down, thus, I walked out of the room, heading to the door on the other side of the corridor. I knock and a muffled reply asks me to enter. "Hey, Micah," I call out as I slide into the semi-dark room, the only light, is the one coming from the TV. It was more of Micah using the TV for light than for sound because the volume was turned off completely. Micah's eyes meet mine and I see the tiredness in them. He stretches his arms out to me, inviting me to walk inside. I don't hesitate, and when I snuggle up like a baby in his chest, Micah grunts, and I remember his wound. "Oh my God, sorry, Micah, I didn't mean to hurt you," I say as he tightens his grasp aro