All Chapters of Daddy Zane: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

***ZANE'S POV***"What's going on, doctor? Why is she passing out?" I ask staring at my wife's pale face. "She is not going through this well. If we don't do a C-section now, she and the baby might not survive," he explains. "Oh shit! I just had her back, doctor, I can't lose her," I wail. "You will have to step outside, Mr. Vincenzo. The faster we save her and the baby, the more likely we will close the risk of losing them," he explains. I am escorted outside where I join my men in the waiting room. "I thought you went to help your wife deliver your baby, what happened?" Micah asks, concern filled his voice."She's going into a C-section now. London was so weak to push," I say. "It must be from all the baby girl treatment she received from the last few months. I heard she was with her ex," Micah shoots out. I balled my hands into fists but I don't try to punch him. That wouldn't be a good move right now. "Shut the fuck up, Micah, that's not going to help," I mouthed. "Nope,

The group of pajama-clad girls giggled as London turned off the lights, rendering the dorm room completely dark. The pitch inky blackness was punctuated with one single candle flickering on the window sill. London took a swig from the bottle of cheap vodka being passed around the group and sat down to rejoin her friends. The half-dozen girls sat in a circle on the floor surrounding a cardboard store-bought ouija board. One by one the girls belligerently asked the “spirits” in the room to answer questions, most of which involved boys and sex. When it was her turn, London closed her eyes, drumming up dramatic effect, and asked her question. “Will I get knocked up this year?” She bellowed in a creepy voice, mocking the faux scary seance. London didn’t believe for one second in the existence of anything supernatural. She only believed in partying, of which she was an expert. As long as the booze was flowing London was up for anything, even a stupid seance in

“Bleeding money London! Our numbers are down for the third straight quarter. I will not have this debate with you again. Thank God Zane is willing to take time out of his schedule to straighten this mess out!” Reaper bellowed in her ear, hanging up the phone before London could argue back. Reaper Wallant was thirty years her senior and treated her like an insolent child. London boiled with rage as she slammed down the receiver. Her hand fished in the shiny cup on her desk, pulling the neatly sharpened pencils out one by one, snapping each one between her fingers while imagining her daddy's neck. If her status hadn’t made up so much of the fabric of her identity, London would have left the old bastard years ago.** Rage poured out of London like hot molten lava as she blazed an angry path back to her office from the board room. Oliver Smith had just brought down the hammer that Reaper Wallant had supplied. The business was to be liquidated and parceled ou

***LONDON'S POV***Zane has been acting off for the past three nights and I just can't because it makes my head hurt. I have the night to myself since the baby is sleeping and here I am sitting on the patio waiting for Zane to come home. He has been coming home lately, and although I haven't called him out on that, the truth was, I didn't know what to actually tell him. The moment I dozed off, I heard the creak of a car and a familiar figure materialize before me. I noticed Zane before his manly fragrance washed over my nostrils. Wringling my body to a sitting position, I push my hands forward, begging for Zane to carry me. He does and I crinkle my nostrils at how wasted he was. "I hate that you get drunk every night you get home," I say, admitting to it. "If I want to survive another day, knowing that Oliver is out there, at least, let me do it drunk," he mutters honestly. My eyes flutter several times as I try to maintain my gaze on him. "You don't have to kill hi

***LONDON'S POV***Mia had baby fever, she just kept her hands on my baby and I loved the fact that Dante was loving the attention. "You are going to spoil him," I tease her and she chuckles. "Just like Zane. I know. I can't help it," she stutters.Smiling at her, I grabbed the bottle of juice and poured it into a glass, I took a healthy sip. "I can help you with the last minute things, but then, anything that comes up, you will have to sort it out yourself, I hope you know that," she says staring at me. "Of course, I do. See, you know why we couldn't do this home at Lake Side City, Mia. The fact that Oliver hasn't made a move yet doesn't mean he isn't looking for the right time to attack. Right now, Zane wouldn't take the chance of sitting around and waiting for the man to pull up, remove his Glock, and shoot us," I explained. Mia nodded. Keeping Dante on the play pen and helping Kayla to be beside him, they start playing. "Why do you think Rio wanted Zane to be here?"