***ZANE’S POV***
It is settled, I am going to kill Caleb and bury his corpse in the woods behind my house. After that, I will punish London.
I might consider killing her as well, but no other woman has ever challenged me like the way she has. I wonder how long I can hold myself before my patience snaps altogether.
I lift my head to Caleb as I say, “Get your ass here, close enough to London, I want to see how good the pair of you make,” I spit out.
Caleb obeys but London starts shifting away, I quickly spare her one of my looks that meant business.
“I have a loaded gun on me right now, London, and I don’t mind having two corpses to bury this morning, maybe digging the grave will help me calm down,” I bark out at her.
I watch how she starts shivering. Good. Fear me, little girl.
I walk over to the fridge and grab a plastic bottle of water, heading back to where London is standing, I open the lid before handing it to her.
London’s breath hitches as if she didn’t believe I could be soft and considerate after just throwing a threat her way.
“Tth… Thank… You,” she stammers and I feel how she fights to stay in control of her body.
“Drink everything, little girl,” I tell her.
She reeks of alcohol, she sways a little as she obeys my order. She doesn’t drink everything though. She starts walking towards the door when I speak.
“And where the fuck do you think you are going to?” I ask angrily.
“I need to use the bathroom, please,” she begs.
I walk towards her and pulling her by the hair, I make her stand close to Caleb.
“Bathroom restrictions, London. If you had stayed at home you would have pee by now. Stay still and I don’t fucking care if you wet yourself or not,” I bark out.
I watch how her pupils dilate in shock. Yes, I have just given her a bathroom restriction. The more she stays uncomfortable, the better it will make me feel while punishing her.
I walk over to the chair where Reaper is sitting and glare at him. His jaws are hard and set but he doesn’t utter a word with me.
“Where have you been my little reckless London?” I ask as I cross my arms around my chest.
She steals a quick glance at her partner in crime, Caleb, and I almost want to claw the man’s throat. Reaper thumps the table with his fingernails, reminding me to get my shit under control.
“I… couldn’t sleep after my assignment and you weren’t coming home…” London was stammering throughout her sentence.
I cut her off with a question of mine.
“Skip the bullshit, little girl. Now, don’t waste my time. Answer the question,” I let out.
She shrieks and I look at her sexy body in the short red gown she is wearing. If she wore that skimpy piece of cloth for me, it would have been better, but she let every man in my damn club check her out.
What was London thinking? I ask still not placing my thoughts together.
“Outside. I begged Caleb to take me around town. We just left the house and I didn’t know you will be back when we returned,” she says, lying through her teeth.
London is just making her punishment worse. I look at her sternly as she avoids eye contact.
“Where did you go?” I ask stressing on that part.
“The beach. It was cool there,” she says.
Caleb was now dancing on his legs but he didn’t dare utter a word. He looked guilty as fuck, betraying whatever London was saying.
“Caleb!” I call out.
The bloody man trembles at the mention of his name. He quickly recovers in time to respond.
“Yes Boss,” he answers.
“Did you take London to the beach?” I ask giving him a chance to reply truthfully.
I hear Caleb take in sharp breaths, he has two options, be a snitch right now and save his life, or be loyal to London and go down with her.
He quickly throws a look at London and u watch her face turn green as if she is going to be sick.
“Yes, Boss, I took London to the beach,” he tells me.
Turning to London, my anger had snapped completely.
“Where else had you been, London?” I question giving her chances to speak the truth.
“That is it, Zane, I was only at the beach and back,” she mutters.
I pull my gaze from London and look at Reaper.
“Call Sinner, will you?” I ask calmly but I swear, every part of my body wanted to claw at this woman, I wanted to punish her so badly.
Sinner replies after a few rings. The phone us now on speaker so that everyone in the room could hear.
“Tell me about what you said earlier when I called you,” I bark out.
Sinner doesn’t waste any time as he says,
“London and Caleb were at the club but they already left. They should be home by now,” he says obediently.
With a curt nor of the head, Reaper hangs up and I turn to face London. She was sweating so badly, she was dancing on her feet, the effect of not going to the bathroom dealing with her.
I bet she can’t hold the urine any more than she has.
“Do you want to rephrase what you said earlier, baby girl?” I fire out.
She stutters as she shakes her head. I turn towards Caleb, his shoulders were down, and he couldn’t help but glare at his shoes.
“You deserve to die, don’t you, Caleb?” I ask shooting daggers at him.
He looks at me solemnly and nods his head.
“I hope you don’t mind telling my wife and daughter I love them wholeheartedly,” he says sounding defeated.
“What happened when I was gone? This is the truth, you lie and I kill you,” I tell him fiercely.
I see the fear creeping through Caleb’s body, he knows he had to cooperate with me if he wants to live, it is either that or nothing.
“I was checking on the house when London said she wanted to go and visit one of your clubs, I was against it. But she was too sweet to refuse anything from. I ended up helping her out,” he confesses.
I believe him because London had gone still by his side.
I look at her and her face was hot with shame, she knew she would have to face her consequences alone.
“You dressed like a whore to go and show off didn’t you, London? Now tell me, how many men touched you?” I asked angrily.
She whimpers in tears, breaking down softly as she shakes her head violently.
“Sinner and Caleb were protecting me,” she says gently.
Caleb nodded wildly to confirm that assertion. I like that.
“Go bring your assignment. Don’t you dare stop at the bathroom if not, I will force your head down the toilet,” I warn her.
“Yes, Zane,” she murmurs dashing out of the room to my bedroom, which she now shares with me.
I turn to Caleb as he looks sorrowful.
“Caleb, what the heck were you thinking giving into the London’s ruse?” I ask in shock.
“London said you had told me to obey whatever you wanted, I didn’t know she was lying,” he says.
My eyes widen in shock as Caleb’s words make more sense than possible.
London is going to be severely punished, that I already know. And she wanted to visit the club, didn’t she? Well, I would prepare a surprise for her.
London comes rushing to the kitchen as she keeps shaking impatiently.
Holding her urine is enough punishment for her right now. And I wouldn’t lie, that gown is messing my head around.
She keeps the paperwork in front of me as scurries backward.
Reaper looks at her with amusement, when I growl at him, he just smiles. They ignore him.
“Zane, please, I really need to use the bathroom,” she says as she resumes pacing the floor.
“How many drinks did she have?” I ask Caleb ignoring London’s plea.
“Five shots, one dark ice, and three margaritas,” he replies.
That is enough to get her drunk and fill her bladder up. I know she will have a crazy headache tomorrow.
I start flashing through her copying assignments, she had done the work. I was about to lift my head to ask her to go and use the bathroom when I saw it.
A different shade of pen and a different handwriting. I flip the pages more and the same thing. The writings kept fluctuating back and forth until the fifty pages were done.
When I lifted my head, I know the guilt in their eyes because they have been caught.
“Who helped you?” I ask London.
“I did the assignment alone. I just got tired so the writing was a little shaky,” lies.
I stand from the chair scratching it backward as my self-control snaps.
Slapping my hands on the table, I turn to London my eyes burning with anger.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, young woman,” I shout.
London was whimpering, she closed her eyes as she started crying hard. I look down at her quivering legs and see liquid streaming down her legs.
“I begged Caleb to help me. Please, don’t punish him, it was my fault,” she says crying harder.
I didn’t enjoy humiliating London, but I think that is what she needs right now, for me to degrade her before my men.
“What else did you both do when I wasn’t around? Fuck like rabbits?” I shout flashing the papers everywhere.
London cries as she stands in her pool of urine, she doesn’t look at me as she constantly shakes her head.
“Grab the wooden spatula and head to my room. Leave it on the bed and go clean yourself up,” I order finding it hard to hurt this woman.
She will be the death of me.
Once London obeys, I grab Caleb by the shirt and punch him three times. I don’t cause real damage, I still need the bastard around.
“Never ever fucking touch London again. I don’t want you to obey her without asking me first. Go home to your wife and kid, you have the bloody day off,” I blurt out.
Holding his bloody mouth, he nods easily, as he goes out of the house.
I try pulling at the strands of my hair but stop when it hurts so badly.
“Take it easy on the girl, Boss, you just made her piss on herself. Remember she was been abused before we kidnapped her and you made her yours,” he says.
I know all these things, I don’t need a fucking lecture about it. I don’t tell Reaper these things, of course, I just nod.
“Don’t you have to go home and find some rest?” I ask staring at him straight in the eyes.
“Have you forgotten you asked me to use the spare bedroom so that I could check out on you in case there is an attempted murder case here?” he asks firing it back to me.
Reaper should watch his mouth if he doesn’t want me putting a bullet through it but I know it is the truth. I had asked him to stay around.
“True. But where it involves London and me, your effort wouldn’t be appreciated. Stay off my room,” I warn out.
Reaper chuckles, his deep voice resonating in the kitchen.
“Good night,” I tell him even though it is already morning outside.
He replies to my retreating body.
Now, I have to meet London and struggle not to hurt her before I have gotten the chance to let her know I love her so much to care about her.
Well, right now is to show her how much of a mess she is when she lies to me.
I hate lies. My woman wouldn’t fucking be a liar.