Todos los capítulos de Daddy Zane: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

***LONDON'S POV***I swim for a while, letting the cool sun bath my pale skin. It is beautiful, I actually love it. I don't know how long is spent in the water but I relax, closing my eyes for a while. When the sun hit my skin harder, I swam a little farther into the lake, making sure that the water where I am swimming is shallow enough that I wouldn't drown. I can swim, but not just a keen one, and shallow waters frighten the hell out of me. That is why when I hit my leg on a rock, I don't know I am in dangerous quarters in the lake until I go down really bad. I push my head up for air but I feel choked. I let water enter my nostrils. "Zane! Zane! Somebody help me," I shout as loud as I can get, it is hard with how burning my throat is feeling right now. I know I shouldn't be crying but I cannot help it. I start panicking. The first stage to stay alive in situations like this is to have a cool leveled head. No, I don't let that get to me right now.Swirling my hands eve

***LONDON'S POV***I watch Zane's movements as I slide out of my damp clothes. I know I had spent more time than it was necessary by the lake, and despite having almost drowned and Zane asking me to come home, I had disobeyed him, staying out there even some more. I have been a bad girl. I look at the door, thinking that I could make it out before whatever play Zane is suggesting for us goes out of hand. It wouldn't be funny at all. His back is rigid as he chooses a took from his cane rack. I think my head will combust from the heat I am feeling right now. "You don't own me, Zane," I burst out as I fiddle with the last of my clothing. Naked. That is how I am and I feel so vulnerable, starting an argument with a man who is clothed while I am standing a few weeks behind him naked. "You acted like a brat again, London," he says instead, deviating the conversation. I feel my throat tightening with fear as Zane settles his hand on a paddle. All the air seems to disapp

***ZANE'S POV***I know London is lying to me but I cannot prove it. She has grown a loud tendency to do that a lot.I can not afford my woman lying to me. It means she can equally trade information about me to my enemy, and pull me downward. I hate the thought of that in my own head. As I patrol the rooms on the third floor of the mansion, they seem normal to me, and I sigh, going back to my room to sulk. I spent the next three hours in my room, working on my desk on some files about the club. It doesn't stop the fact that I hear the music blazing the speakers downstairs. My men are having a party and London is in their midst. I know I can't go there and throw them out because they are being nice to the woman I was being a prick to. It is not my fault, I am used to being aggressive and not tender, but London just knows how to turn all those gentle sides of mine into mush. It kind of turns me on though, it makes my heart lunch with love. Love. That is a new one.

***ZANE'S POV***I was in a fucking mafia meeting when I saw the videos start popping into my phone. I got confused as to why Sinner was sending me videos.It was unlike him. "Excuse me, gentlemen," I excused myself as I stood from the large table we were hosting the meeting. I made my way to the balcony and started opening the videos. One after the other, I watched how London mouthed Sinner, being excessively rude to him. I frowned as I opened several more of the shorts. I rang his phone and once he didn't pick up when I insisted, it showed me he wasn't available. But that was fucking hours ago. I had my reasons to be frightened, but before I could call, Sinner's name popped up on the bar as he started calling me. "Shit! Where is she, Sinner? I asked you to put her on the phone and since then, I haven't heard a sound from you," I blurt out. I strolled farther down the balcony, grazing my hand on the gold railings, letting the smooth metal cool down my brain. "Sh

***ZANE'S POV***I am exhausted when it comes to London. The woman makes a lot of thoughts go through my mind. As she stands in front of me, I watch her soft eyes watching me. At first, she has this fear in her eyes and when she speaks I have the urge to take a step back. "Will you strike me, Zane?" she asks her tongue tipping out and touching her lips with it. "I will never hit you, London. Never. But it wouldn't stop the fact that you wouldn't get punished," I state, making sure that she hears. London nods her head. I was frightened when I heard her shouting her lungs out that there was a snake in the shrubs, I don't ever want to lose her, but if she thinks she will slide punishment, then, she has a whole lot waiting for her. "I asked you to open the door when you hid yourself and you refused. I counted to ten and you didn't budge. Rather, you helped your boyfriend escape," I call out. "Michael is not my boyfriend, Zane," she states. "What is he to you then? I watc