All Chapters of Daddy Zane: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

***LONDON'S POV***Twenty minutes Earlier"You can't touch me, Michael, I thought we were friends?" I ask taking a step backward. The man's hooded eyes were scary, it made me scared and with each step I took backward, I wished I hadn't come here. Michael blocks me, and using his right hand, he makes a tear into my dress as he starts fumbling with my outfit. I open my mouth to scream but he smears his lips on mine, sucking, biting, and drawing out blood.For a moment, a small scream perched in my throat, I couldn't release it, I was trapped in a bathroom with my husband's enemy. If I wasn't going to take him out, I was at least going to defend myself. Lifting my knee, I knock hard on Mike's cock and I watch how he lets go of me. This was the chance I got to escape but I was too slow. Before I knew it, Michael's large hand was grasping my hair causing me to squeal effortlessly. It didn't work, didn't man was bent on hurting me. "You need to stop, Michael, I am not here

***LONDON'S POV***'Oh shit! Fucking shit! Zane isn't bluffing when he says he is going to torture answers out of me,' I think for a reason not to let him do so, but Zane is now rolling his shirt up, making sure that I know what is coming for me. "Can I use my safe word, please?" I ask trembling. "You wouldn't need a safe word if you open up to me, London. Unless... You are hiding information from me, huh?" he demanded walking behind me, prolonging my torture. I closed my eyes, bracing for the first whip, but that was the craziest part because I would know when Zane was going to strike first. "Daddy..." I murmured and then it came hard on my backside. "Ow! Fuck! Daddy Owwie!" I scream out as I start jumping on my tippy toes. Zane gave a second blow, and a third on my backside as I screamed and squealed. My hands hurt from their restraints, and whenever I tried pulling my hand from the restraints, the slash on my hand caused by the cut of the mirror made me cry harder.

***LONDON'S POV***I step out of the elevator car and Reaper is walking towards me. He hasn't noticed me yet, thus, I take a curve to the coffee machine in the lobby and act like I want a cup of coffee. My heart is beating hard because by now, Sinner will be asleep and if they notice I am not at home, that will be the end of my escapades. The worst is that I haven't even left the building yet. The elevator dings and from the corner of my eye, I see Reaper walk into it. Sighing, I grab my hoodie cap and put it over my head. Flagging down a cab, I instructed him where I was going to. "That's a secured neighborhood, Ma'am," the cab driver says as I sit in the car, looking away from the building. "I know," just take me there please," I say relaxing just a weeny bit. I was feeling quite uncomfortable, my chest was tight and no matter what I did, I found it difficult to be making such a movement like this one. Zane would be sick with worry when he woke up to find me gone

***ZANE'S POV***TWO DAYS LATER"I need all of my men out there searching for my wife. If you see that fucking cab that took her, I want him here," I bark out the orders fuming. It has been two whole days since London left the house and to say the least that I am terrified is a mild act. I want my wife, to see her, kiss her. Hug her. I need London. "Yes, Boss," Reaper answers walking out of the room. Grabbing my glass of whiskey, I gulp down the amber liquid from it. My chest hurts so badly, I've barely closed my eyes for the two days that London had been away from me. A knock comes from my office door and with a grunt of approval, I see Micah walk into the room. "She's no where, Zane. She could be anywhere. I wonder where my baby sister is right now," he mutters, blinking his eyes severally. Taking a deep breathe, I blow it out of my mouth, and direct him to a seat. This time when Micah walks to me for a drink, I offer him one and watch how he takes a seat and st

***LONDON'S POV***TWO MONTHS LATERIt has been two fucking months of living hidden with Oliver and Michael.I don't know what is happening outside of this old dilapidated looking mansion from the outside, but inside, I had developed fondness for Oliver and Michael. We shared chores amongst ourselves but on under no condition was I ever to go outside, or let my face even be seen. My baby bump was more than visible now. On a few occasions I went out, Oliver had prepared a doctor to run checkout on me in private which he had done so nicely. "I need to go our, Oliver. I am running mad already," I say flushing. Michael chuckles from the couch and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.They had gone through my pregnancy with me, offering me the weirdest shit that ever exist in history. "Come on, London, I have a solution for you. We could go clubbing, but it would take about two hours drive to get there. We can't risk your face in any of the clubs here. Especially as your husband owns alm