***ZANE’S POV***
I look to my side when I hear the soft snores coming from London. Watching her, the air in my lungs seems to be cut short.
I didn’t want to spank her but the lady need to know I wasn’t here to play games with her. London has a hold on me that other ladies had never had. She might not know it yet but whatever charm she seems to have put me under is working.
I horn the car and in a matter of seconds, Caleb crawls into the driver seat. He hands me my phone, it is broken and I sigh.
“When you drop us at home, I would love you to go pick me a new phone. One for London as well,” I order.
That is it. I don’t beg, no human is worth seeing my feeble sight and never will. I have control over my emotions, I kill people when they stand in my way. No one stands before me without being killed.
“Yes, Boss,” Caleb says pulling the car back into the main road and driving off to the West side of town where I live.
I had been messaging Reaper, he was at my house overseeing things, I had asked him to check on Micah, I didn’t want the little fucker dead now that I had his sister with me.
The message had just gone and he was typing out a reply before little miss bratty London had done her act on me.
We pull into my mansion, it is huge, I bought it years ago when I moved to the States, it lacks a few feminine touches but it is home nonetheless.
Caleb parks the car in the garage and opens the door for me.
Stepping out on the pave way, I nod my head at him.
“Go inside and help Reaper if he needs anything, I will get the lady inside,” I say firmly.
Caleb nods his head before walking away.
My eyes travel to the passenger seat and London is so petite, her head resting on the back, her hair covering her face so, I can’t see how sweet she is right now.
The swollen spots are still there, and although I really feel bad for her, I remember that she still hasn’t given me the name of who hurt her. I know a million ways to stress that truth out of her.
Soon, London will be begging to tell me every single one of her secrets. If I have to protect her, I need those bits of information.
Opening the passenger door carefully, I lift London out of the car.
“Fuckkkkk!” I breathe out.
She is limp and weak.
Her body is soft and her breathing is shallow. Her hair falls around her face and I look at her closely. She is so peaceful right now. Placing a soft kiss on her head, I lift her closer to my body and walk towards the house.
I spot Reaper first, Caleb close behind him.
“Get the lady. Lock her up,” I tell him.
I watch Reaper take London from my arms, I have second thoughts to take her back into my arms, I can’t let another man touch her, but as the boss, I have to be stern, I have to school my expressions if I want to be under control.
“Where is Micah?” I ask him.
“He is locked in the last spare room down the basement,” he explains.
I nod in acknowledgment, leaving Caleb to chill out, I walk towards the basement.
I use the spare key from my pocket and open the door. I am hit with the thick stench of urine and vomit.
The only light in the room is one coming from behind me when I open the door. I flip the light switch and Micah is at the end of the small room, perched like a deer caught by headlights.
His hands are tied behind his back and linked to a wall. Seeing me, his eyes start to plead.
I hadn’t given orders to Reaper not to hurt him, but it seems like he must have had some fun of some type.
The big bastard.
“Please, let me go, Zane, I promise, I will sell my soul to the devil if it means that I work the money to bring it back to you,” he begs tears spluttering his eyes.
His clothes are ragged. Dry blood cakes his clothes, raw vomit, fresh one. I have to school my emotions harder to not scrunch my face.
As a mafia, I show no emotions.
“Sell your soul to the devil, huh?” I ask my eyes dancing with mischief.
“Yes, I swear it to you,” he begs.
I grin, that shit-eating grin which was my signature, it meant I was going go fucking fuck them so hard.
I advanced into the room, the stench getting thicker. If I was weak, I would walk out of the room right now. I was a made man, I knew what I wanted, and I am going to get it. A foul smell wouldn’t get me out of my goal.
“What about you tell me who the fuck is that scumbag that beat your sister to an inch of death?” I ask throwing the words casually.
It is Micah’s responsibility to connect the words in his head, what I need are answers.
Micah stares at me for ten seconds, I could see the wheels working at the back of his eyes, when he processed what I said, the shock on his face could make me laugh. I don’t. Nothing is funny when it has to do with my woman.
‘When has London become your woman?’
That deep voice in my head asks. I ignore it.
“You found London?” he asks his eyes hollow.
“Yes. She is mine now until you can find out ways to pay me my money. That was the deal. Now, tell me, why did my men go to New York and bring back a broken London to me? That was not the deal we had. The good is not supposed to be damaged,” I let out grinning my teeth waiting for an explanation.
Micah’s confusion is evident. He doesn’t know any of the things his baby sister must have been involving herself with.
“What you mean to say is London is here and hurt? I need to see her, Zane, please,” he says struggling but the chain restricting his arms is bound to the wall.
“Yes, London is at home. Her new home but you wouldn’t be able to see her unless you have my money with you. We had a deal. Now, you will try and work out that little brain of yours to tell me who exactly hurt her. Does she have any enemy you know of?” I ask hoping that he will reply positively.
I am eager to teardown any fucker that hurt London, she is mine to protect, and I protect my own.
“No, I don’t know the kind of friends she hangs out with, I mean, she is supposed to go to school and not get into trouble,” Micah spits out.
He might not be the perfect elder brother but he wasn’t bad, he was trying to be good for her.
“I’ll send you home, but you have to find who hurt your sister,” I say walking towards the door.
“Zane?” Micah calls out when I reach for the door handle.
I stop and turn around slowly to look at him. He is a good kid, he just makes the wrong decisions and thinks he can steal from me without facing the consequences.
“Yes, Micah,” I reply coolly.
He takes a few breaths before regaining his thoughts, he says them out straight away.
“I am sorry I stole from you. I should have known better not to fuck with my boss, but do you think I have a chance of redeeming myself to you? I swear, I only stole to pay London’s debts,” he says looking at me.
I see this longing in his eyes, I hate that the Jamesons were crawling under my skin too fast, I didn’t like that but it wasn’t bad either.
“Get me the name of who hurt your sister,” I repeat.
It didn’t mean I had forgiven him, I would still keep London as part of the original deal but I could let him make amends for his new decisions.
“Don’t hurt, London, please, she is all I have. We only have one another right now,” Micah begs.
I start feeling the strain behind my eyes, what the hell was I doing? Zane Vincenzo never show signs of weakness. He never cries.
“You can count me as another person London has aside from you,” I say and walk out of the room without another word.
I don’t bang the door, rather, I gently close it behind me and walk towards the bigger part of the house.