***ZANE’S POV***
I swear I will kill that dickhead that hurt London. I saw it. I saw the belt stripes on her body.
I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed it before, maybe I was too high from our lovemaking, besides, she hasn’t been staying that long with me.
I start cleaning London’s wound, I need to make sure that she is alright. Taking off the bandage from her wound was a big challenge, she squeaked and squealed and I felt hurt for her.
“You still don’t want to tell me who hurt you, London?” I ask gently making small talk.
London doesn’t respond, she is mute and silent as if I am touching sensitive matters in her life.
“London?” I call out gently placing my index finger and thumb on her chin. I pinch it up so that she can look at me.
She averts her eyes.
“No, Zane, I don’t want to talk about it,” she says.
I would not pressure her but I hope Micah finds out who hurt her sister.
“Does Micah know?” I ask hoping she replies to me.
At the mention of her brother’s name, I feel a small layer of fear passes through her body, London might try hiding from me but her body language does not hide, it doesn’t even falter a bit.
“Know what?” she asks playing dumb with me.
Two can play the game.
“That I fucked you raw without a condom,” I blurt out sarcastically.
Saying it out loud, I remember I didn’t use a condom with London.
Fuckkkkkk! It never happens. ‘No gloves, no love’ that is my policy, I always do that but with London, I couldn’t just resist it.
“You did what?” London asks slapping my hand away from her face.
I was cleaning the blood from it. Her eyes shoot daggers to mind.
“I am clean,” I tell her reassuringly.
“I am clean as well, but I am not on the pill. I need to take the morning pill ASAP!” London screeches.
I have never been the one fantasizing about family, but I want to see London’s flat belly bloated with my baby, it wouldn’t totally be a bad idea.
“No, you wouldn’t. Having my baby doesn’t sound bad,” I say teasingly.
London is not happy, she opens her mouth to speak but she only releases faint words, they seem to have failed her as well.
“You don’t want my baby?” I ask.
Before London, the idea of having babies would be a no for me. I don’t even think I like children. But London, she just seems to make me crave for more.
London sighs. “I am only twenty-one. I have all this big future in front of me,” she starts sniffing tears back.
I use my thumb to shed the tears away.
“Those are dreams you can achieve with me,” I remind her.
I don’t know why I sound so persuasive, I have to be crazy if I think I can expect more from this deal. Once Micah has the money, all these wouldn’t matter.
Do I want the money? Hell fucking no.
It is less than what I can even make in five hours. I grit my teeth in an old fashion way. Now, I want London.
My little pet.
“Zane, your hand, please,” I hear London shriek out.
I zone out of my fantasy and stare at the beautiful woman in front of me in bewilderment. My hand had been on her wound, I was applying pressure on her without cause.
“I am sorry, baby,” I say quickly.
I clean her, making sure that she doesn’t feel terrified by anything. Tylenol will help with the headache.
“Let me make breakfast for you,” I tell her standing.
I remember the night of hot sex we had last night. I had fucked my hand when having a shower a while later. I stretch out my sweatpants with my hand, making it less obvious that I am so high for her.
“What are we having, Zane?” she asks cleaning her eyes.
I love how London can be sad and then, change her mood real quick to be as sweet as ever.
“Pancakes? We need to go shop for some clothes,” I tell her and she smiles, jumping on me.
“Pancakes sounds great. Can we have the blueberry ones?” she asks her eyes begging.
“I don’t have blueberry in my fridge, but we can have bananas. I promise to buy a new badge when we go shopping later,” I tell her softly placing a gentle kiss on London’s lips.
This is not who I am, right now, I am being so domestic, planning on cooking for a woman, taking her shopping?
Fuck! What the hell is happening to me?
London is pouting, but she seems all the way sweet. I kiss her some more, senselessly, to drag out the thoughts from her head.
“Let me use the bathroom, I will join you downstairs shortly,” she says grinning.
I had just replaced the blood-soaked gauze from her wound and placed a new band-aid on her wound, it is still fresh, but the flesh around it is turning purple. It is a good sign because it shows that it is healing.
The swelling from her face is kind of less now, those beautiful eyes of hers hold a lot.
“Hurry up, I will be downstairs prepping the pancake mix then,” I murmur to her.
*
Downstairs, there are literally just eggs, no food, and I shrug uncomfortably. I should have known, I am a bachelor, I eat outside, and only one woman comes in every Tuesday to clean. She might have stopped putting out groceries for me since she knows I would never use them.
“Darn!” I screech out.
My phone starts ringing and I get distracted. I look at the caller ID. Rio Monteleo. He is my biggest shipping agent at the moment.
I answer the call and walk outside to have some quiet moments.
“Rio?” I answer the call.
“Boss? We are expecting ten thousand worth of loads tonight,” he says seemingly calm.
This is very important, the cops aren’t supposed to know about my shitty deal. I do this all the time, being careful is one of the rules I always tell my men.
While I rule Lake Side City, Rio is in charge of the Aloha District. He is my cousin, thus, family money. I trust blood.
“I will be there tonight. No cops sniffing around the warehouse,” I warn out carefully.
This deal is small compared to what I have done before, but it will give me about three billion dollars. Fuck yeah!
Coke is the deal in Lake Side.
I hang up the call and quickly dial Reaper’s number. Whatever happened yesterday is now in the past, he has learned his lesson. I don’t think he would fuck around with what is mine.
London is mine.
“Boss!” he answers on the second ring.
“I need your butt at two a. m. For a shipment at the warehouse. Sinner should be at the club backing it up. I want Caleb at home protecting London while I am gone,” I give out the instructions.
“Yes, boss. I will call them now. Anything else?” he asks.
Sinner is one of my trusted men, he is part of the Silicy famiglia as well.
“No, that is it,” I tell him.
I drop the call and turn around to meet London starting at me.
That little smile she has all the time playing around her lips is gone. I don’t know how long she has been standing there but she seemed to have heard a lot.
Well, I always speak in code, so, whatever she must have heard, she will need to confess how much she heard.
“Were you eavesdropping, little human?” I ask her as I slip my phone into my pocket, my face scrunching in displease.