All Chapters of Daddy Zane: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

***LONDON'S POV***I can't continue fighting Zane on his need to talk to me, but I spend most of the morning in bed. When my stomach grumbles, I slide out of the bed and into the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I make sure to bathe and brush my teeth before heading downstairs in a mini-robe I choose to wear. Zane is working on his phone and I remember briefly that I need to check mine. I make a mental note to go through it discreetly later. "Good morning," I mouth as I walk into the kitchen, avoiding his burning gaze on my skin. I don't want to think that he has an added advantage over me. I see a covered plate of food and I open it. Pancakes and eggs are there. I go for a glass of Apple juice and eat till a bite can't get into my mouth again. After trying my best to relax, I cleaned the plates I had eaten and made sure the kitchen surface area was clean. Walking out of a kitchen, for the first time, I catch a glimpse of Zane and those big hooded eyes of his are

***LONDON'S POV***I felt this deep pang of nausea that I couldn't push down no matter how hard I tried, the reason why I was vomiting and really feeling the back of my throat burn with pain. I had woken up earlier to an empty bed, Zane wasn't even in the house, what I didn't know was where he had gone to. It doesn't matter because he is here now, and he has a fresh smell that is mixed with spice and the faintest tinge of sweat. I look around the kitchen, notice the bags that are on the table, and instinctively move towards it. "There was no food when I woke up," I tell him plainly. "I am sorry I wasn't here to make you something when you woke up, I rushed out to grab a few things I wanted to get," he tells me. I nod silently studying the items. There are many offerings in here, I mean, someone like Zane would only offer this to me after he offended me. Is that how he is feeling now?"I see. I will make some food then, I am tired of eating a wrapped sandwich," I

***ZANE'S POV***Carrying my hunting tools, I walk out of the woods, mad that I didn't have any luck in hunting any meat today. Well, at least, I had to go on a hunt and so far, it was good. Frowning, I stop dead in my tracks when a barking Fox sees me. He doesn't pounce, but he keeps barking out like I was an enemy. "Sit, Fox!" I order, but he kicks against it. I just know something has gone wrong while I wasn't at home. It got me mad and removing the chain leash I had brought with me for him, I sealed it on his neck. Alcohol. This place reeks of alcohol. Looking down, I sit the kernel with brown liquid in it. Another one had leftover bones with meat on it. I knew who had done that just at first glance. This dog would have killed me cleanly if he didn't know me, he is probably too high to see clearly. Attaching the leash to a sturdy tree trunk, I head to the house using the kitchen. The entire house was dirty, and my senses were picking up on me, making me a

***LONDON'S POV***Oh My God! Oh My fucking God, this house was massive.I can't even wrap my head around the fact that I was in Italy, and now, I was at the Vincenzos chapter. Their women, look ready to kill. As the ladies push me towards the kitchen, I see a petite blonde, her hair fairer than it could be possible. When she noticed me, a huge smile spread across her face. "London? Or you are awake," she greets warmly as she walks towards me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and kissing my cheeks. I squeeze back warmly, not knowing how else I am supposed to react. "Nice to meet you, Casey," I mutter. *For the next hour, I enjoyed my time with the girls, Mia, Casey, and Cecily. They made sure I was fed, and the pasta they served me was the chef's kiss, tasty, and the cheese... I wanted more at the end of it. "We need to stay as busy as possible, ladies, I believe the men will have more than an hour of meeting. I suggest we go clubbing," Mia suggests. I star

***ZANE'S POV***The following morning at noon, I was already tired of this hospital. After returning from the laboratory where a list of tests were conducted on me, I was brought back to my ward to wait for my results. "Where is London?" I asked Russell as he entered the room, handing me a cup of coffee. "Whiskey will do just fine," I grimaced. "Well, you are on drugs and must be careful then," he warned playfully, shuffling the paper cup and lifting it to my mouth. When I took a sip, I looked up at him, waiting for a reply to my answer. "Your wife was sent home to rest. The women will take care of her," Russell says. "The last time they were put in charge, they ended up in a club and men saw them as a free ride. Let's not forget the fact that I am in a hospital because of that act," I blurt out flaring my nostrils. "Calm down, brother. I got guards watching them, and they are not to go anywhere without any of the men knowing. Casey knows better than to cross the