***LONDON’S POV***
I can’t believe that Zane would fuck me without protection and feel so comfortable talking about pregnancy to me.
That’s crazy.
As I match up the stairs, I clean myself up and put on my clothes. I slip into the bed and sleep. I wake up to a light knock on the door.
I still have sleepy eyes when I make it to the door, sliding it open. I feel much better now that I have slept but I want to see Zane all of a sudden.
“Hey, London,” Reaper says gently.
“Hi Reaper,” I reply covering a yawn with my palm.
Reaper gives me a curt nod as he speaks.
“Zane asked me to bring you to the club at eight p. m. You would love to get dressed so that we can leave?” he asks looking at me as if to say I look indecent.
“Oh, yes. Of-fucking-course, give me a few moments and I will join you downstairs,” I let out as I gently close the door behind Reaper’s retreating body.
I can’t believe that I had slept all day, I must really have been tired, thus, the result.
If Zane wants to see me, it means I haven’t bored him the way I must have imagined, besides, I walked out on him, not the other way round.
*
After a quick bath, I put on a golden strapless vintage gown that cuts across my chest, curving out my breast, popping it enough to give anyone a juicy view.
If I was going to Zane’s club, I know I needed to be in a clubbing mood. I allow my hair to fall against my back, and lastly, my makeup.
I slid on my high heels which give me a few fake inches above the ground.
I walk down to Reaper and when he sees me, he gasps. When I notice him staring, he becomes bright red as he apologizes to me.
“I am sorry, I shouldn’t look,” he mutters out.
“That is alright,” I tell him.
“You are beautiful. Sorry that I said that, Zane would kill me if he heard I complimented you,” Reaper says arranging his tie.
He is a deep shade of red now, I can’t help but try to laugh it out.
“That is fine, I wouldn’t snitch on you with your boss, besides, he wouldn’t believe a lady he doesn’t know compared to his loyal worker and friend,” I point it out as we make it to the car.
Reaper opens the door for me and I slide in. It is only when I have my seatbelt in place that Reaper replies to my banter.
“The boss, Zane, wouldn’t blink to hurt me if it is that I as much as pulled a strand of your hair,” Reaper says matter of fact.
I open my mouth and try to speak but the words fail me so quickly that it makes me feel so embarrassed that I shut it real quick.
“He has hurt you before?” I ask as if there is something Reaper isn’t telling me.
He looks hurt for a while as if a memory just passed through his mind. Then, he nods.
“Ohh! I am sorry, Reaper, was it the night you kidnapped me from my apartment?” I ask as Reaper settles behind the steering and starts driving all the way to the club.
His eyes on the road, Reaper shakes his head denying it.
“No, it was the day I brought you home. Zane had asked me to put you in his bed and I locked you in a cage down at the dungeon,” he says.
I felt my body tensing at the words. I don’t want to react because Reaper was still well shocked by the encounter he had with Zane over me.
“What… What happened?” I managed to ask when I trust my voice wouldn’t falter.
He sighs before replying.
“He beat me to a pulp. I am alright though, thank God for Caleb who had just been coming back from freeing Micah from the dungeon. If not, Zane would have done worse to me,” Reaper says.
I stopped listening when he called the dungeon, and then Micah. My eyes widen in shock as I stare at Reaper. He seems to have realized the mistake he said because he hit his hand hard across the wheel.
“Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that” he blurts out, even though he wants to say more, his attention is on the clear road before him.
“Zane kept Micah in a dungeon?” I ask as my eyes grow heavy and wet with tears.
I could feel my hands shaking. My entire body followed suit with the anger that shock through my body.
“London, it is not like that,” he says trying to remedy the situation.
“No, Reaper, you said it. How badly did you all beat him up?” I shout as Reaper finished the last lane where the bar is located.
Is that why Micah had been so scared about these men finding out he was talking to me this afternoon? He must have escaped from their claws.
The heat that clouds me makes it so difficult to think. Micah had asked me to meet him this evening, I need to do so.
I don’t care how I make out the time, but before eleven P. m. I need to be at home.
“Please, London, listen,” Reaper says pulling into the parking lot of the busy club.
Several cars were parked in this place. I get out of the car before Reaper can get to me.
“Reply to me. Did you hit him?” I ask looking into his eyes, I don’t want him to get a chance to lie to me.
His eyes grow soft as he nods his head, sealing the reply I want to know. I slap him hard across the face as I give into the tears that crash me down.
I don’t know how I will react when I meet Zane, but it isn’t going to be a good one.
Sinner is at the door when I walk through the threshold of the club, he smiles at me, but that smile wavers when he seems I am not reciprocating it.
“Where is your boss?” I shoot out.
“In his office over there,” Sinner replies as his eyes dance through me.
He looks behind me at Reaper who has his hand across his cheek.
“Damn man!” he starts as I ignore him, walking up the stairs and into the office I see on my right.
I push the door open to Zane working on his computer.
“London,” he stands as he makes his way towards me.
Zane stops mid-way when he sees the tears in my eyes.
“Who the fuck made you cry?” he asks his brows furrowing.
I make it up to him and slap Zane hard across the face. He didn’t see that coming of course. But he doesn’t let go of my hand as he grasps it, staring at me like I just kicked his dog.
“You beast. Zane, you had Micah locked in your dungeon?” I let out as his face registers the meaning of my words.
“Stop!” he says gently as he tries to process everything I tell him.
“No, Zane, I am not going to stop. Now, listen, stay away from me. I always knew you were bad but you broke the records. You should be competing with the devil for the seat in hell,” I let out as I pull my hands away from him.
Zane let me go before I can sprain my hand my any mistake.
I walk out on him but stop at the door to look at him.
“I’ll be downstairs enjoying myself,” I tell him as I leave, closing the door silently behind me.
I know that I should have done a mad rage with Zane, but I don’t feel as doing so, it is crazy though, because I don’t want to cause a scandal here.
I move to the desk and order a shot.
“Three martinis, four shouts, and a black ice on the rock, please,” I tell the bartender.
He looks at me as if I just got a second head on my neck.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he says gently.
I get the drinks. I take my time by forcing down the burning liquids down my throat. I sway when I leave the bar, but I force myself to stand on my legs.
I make it to the dance floor and dance to the beat crazily.
I feel dizzy and I want to fall when I feel a strong arm circle my waist.
“We don’t want you getting bruised now, do we?” the deep voice ask.
I turn around to find a familiar face, my eyes bulge as I try to figure out where I had seen that face before.
“Michael Logan, from the restaurant. We didn’t finish our introduction before your boyfriend wanted me dead,” he says as he chuckles, looking around as if on guard.
“Hey, Michael, we didn’t finish our little chat of last time and the crazy guy is here. You don’t want him to catch you with your arms around me, huh?” I ask raising my brows.
He chuckles but lets go of me.
“You didn’t call me,” he states and pouts at me.
I watch how his eyes roam through my clothes. I feel exposed but don’t say anything.
“I lost the card you gave to me,” I say.
Honestly, it was in the clothes I had left the restaurant with that day, I don’t even know where it ended up. Maybe Zane sent it to the dry cleaner.
He frowns. He pulls out another card and hands it to me. I slip it into my purse and smile kindly at him.
“Let’s dance,” Michael says softly.
He holds my waist and sways me to the tune of the music.
Michael smiles up at me politely, he doesn’t let his eyes stray away from me. He looks at me like I am his next meal, and he eye fucks me.
Feeling the alcohol strike in, I gently push away from him.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him.
“Should I come with you?” he asks chuckling.
“No, I don’t think men can come into the ladies bathroom,” I say teasingly.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he says.
I make my way to leave and hear and uh-oh. I quickly turn to find Zane striking down the stairs, he doesn’t look happy at all. I stare at Michael and whisper, “Run”.
Michael nods his head and makes a quick rush to the door. I take the opposite direction to the bathroom sign and as I walk toward it.
I reach the door just in time to feel a warm breath behind my neck.
“Dare run away from me and I’ll fuck this little cunt of yours,” Zane’s harsh voice cut through my tipsy state.
I know he is angry, and so am I. But I don’t have the will to fight him, he is too strong for me.
“Let go of me,” I shout as I struggle to wiggle out of him.
Zane opens the bathroom and pulls me inside closing it.
“Anyone in here?” he asks roughly.
No one responds, so he locks the bathroom and pulls the bolt across it.
“Don’t touch me, Zane,” I shout out at him.
Zane is too angry to speak.
“Use the bathroom and get out quick or you wouldn’t have the chance to do it,” he tells me.
My eyes widen in surprise at his threat, I sulk as I take my hands from him and move to one of the stalls.
I start using it. I wonder if there are any means of escaping, but I know there is only one door.
Well, clubs have two doors, and if Zane’s club has it, it will be at the last stall.
I need to make it there without Zane finding out of course.