Semua Bab Daddy Zane: Bab 161 - Bab 170

***LONDON'S POV***ZANE DIDN'T GIVE ME AWAY. The realization hits me like a freight train and I hold my breath, fighting its rapid growth. When I first heard Zane's voice, tears choked me because the delight of finding out that my man was out there waiting for me was a refreshment, one that I was willing to take as a full blessing. "Once we cross the bridge, we are out of Aloha District. I can't wait to be in New York," Oliver says twisting his fingers together. "Same here. It would be a relief to know that our girl is with us," Michael mutters. I flinch, turning my head to start at Mike in disbelief. "You both are going to share me?" my voice breaks as the fear is evident in my voice. "What do you think, baby?" he asks laughing sweetly."Fuck you," I bite out. Oliver puts his foot on the gas and I go hitting my head behind Mike's chair. The taste of blood fills my mouth as I suck in large gulps of breath. "London? Baby? Are you alright? Son of a bitch," Zane's

***LONDON'S POV***.That's it. Oliver and Michael are dead. Micah has been found, he was in boot of their car. Good thing nothing happened to their car. Zane doesn't stop at Rio's house, instead, he marches the gas to our house in Lake Side City. "Here, drink some, baby," I hear Zane says handing me a hot glass of milk. "You shouldn't have, Daddy," I cry out, holding back the tears from pouring down my cheeks. "Hey, baby, I know it can be tough sometimes for mothers, especially you, but if you want, we could take about it, or not. But please, just didn't shun me out," he begs, slipping to the floor beside my legs. Sniffing, I lean forward, circling his neck and kissing the shit out of them. "I love you, baby," he cries out against my soft lips. "I love you more, London. Get some rest now, I've still got a small round to make, and then, we will be together as we all want if. "Watching movies," I giggle out.Nodding, Zane kisses my lips and walks away. **The n

***LONDON'S POV***THREE MONTHS LATERI am sitting in a saloon with Casey, Cecile and Mia, we are having our hair done. There is a party tonight and I am so eager to attend it "Do you think I need a new dress? I mean, the red gown from my collection he going to do," I say frowning, staring at Casey. She laughs softly before nodding sweetly, making sure I know what she is going to say. "You don't get to wear that if you want something else, besides, that gown is good, but we could go shop seeing after our hair are down, I bet you might see something that will catch your attention," Casey says sweetly. Being back in Sicily is so good. I love the bibes we share as friend and I am grateful that I asked Zane to bring me here. After Oliver and Michael were killed, a lot has gone on between us, and from settling Micah up to work at one of Zane's club, he is doing pretty well for himself. He even introduced me to a girl he said he was dating. I hope she puts my brother i

***ZANE'S POV***"How many strokes should I give you, London?" I ask massaging her butt. "Five, Daddy," she says softly. Looking down at her pussy, I strike her ass with my hands and she cries out softly. "No, please. Ten. You could give me ten strong," she adds. "Are you sure you are up to ten strokes, honey?" I inquire holding the flogger in my hands. "I have to admit that I don't want to get punished, Daddy. But I need to feel that stink on my skin," she cries out. Alright, my woman is damn hot, but unless she stops fiddling on the fact that she wants me to punish her and does silly things, it might truly not end well for us. "Ten strokes with the flogger, baby, and you don't get to cum," I mutter. "No. Please, not that. You know how rough I am when I don't cum, Zane," she says looking back at her shoulders. I almost laughed if not that I held my breathe tightly, and my chest rumbles.Rubbing my hands over her waist and back, I land the first blow. "One.

***ZANE'S POV***"Madam Nikki. Have a sit please," she says her hand pointing to the chair on the other side of her desk. Eyeing the boy she was punishing one last time, I take the sit and look at her. "Zane Vincenzo," I introduce myself, clasping the offered hand before me. "Why do I have the pleasure of welcoming a Vincenzo in my office this evening," she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face. "I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don't care what the benefits are, that doesn't interest me," I tell her plainly. Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me. "Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family's record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out. Bringing me the legal documents, I sign them out. And one of the benefits of being premium is that you have acc