***LONDON’S POV***
My head is throbbing and the room is peach-black. I know it was morning when I woke up, but right now, I can’t even figure out why I am still in bed.
The entire room is drowned in darkness and as I stir, I feel a strong pair of arms around me, I shiver a little bit, and then, memories from the day come crashing into me.
I was about to leave Michael’s house when a group of men attacked us. I had taken a blow to my head. I move to stretch my hand to my head but I am reminded by the strong arms that lock me so well.
The muscles start shifting and I know exactly who is in bed with me.
ZANE!
The words echo through my head, I want to cry out in shock, but I stifle that sound. If he is here with me, I know what that means, I will soon receive whatever punishment he presses down on my body, this is not going to work well, and I freaking know it.
Sliding out of bed, I only get a foot down before I hear a deep throaty voice speak, scaring the hell out of me.
“Get that foot back on the bed,” Zane says.
“You aren’t sleeping?” I ask, my voice shaking with fear.
Of course, how will he be talking to me if he was sleeping? That is a stupid question and Zane shouldn’t answer it. He brushes it aside though, he replies to me.
“Nope. Now, get back in bed,” he says his voice lightening an edge.
I know he is still mad at me, I know that because I don’t even know why he wouldn’t be.
I locked him in the women’s bathroom, thinking about it now, I want to create more distance between us, but I don’t dare move an inch as I fear what this brute of a man can do to me if I disobey.
“You are naked,” I state as I slid into his warm naked body.
He chuckles, knowing that it is so true.
“I know, little girl, now, tell Daddy if there is anything you need,” Zane says.
“Water,” I reply on impulse.
Zane grabs a bottle of water, a straw on it already. I feel so grateful as I take sensitive sips, making sure that I drink just enough to keep me going.
“Thank you,” I mutter gently.
Zane sighs, as he sits on the bed, leaning on the headboard. It is dark, and I ask him to turn on the lights.
“You passed out for a while, London, I want you to adjust to the room before I turn the lights on. I don’t want to give you a headache,” Zane explains.
With how caring this man is, he warms my heart, but I know there is a catch to this mood of his, I am supposed to be scared of him as well, why I am not is way above me.
“Can we at least leave the lamps on? I promise if it is too bright, I will tell you to turn it off immediately,” I tell him softly.
He obeys, doing just as I have said. The room is slightly lit and I look at Zane’s face, he looks tired, black lines fill his lower eyelids and I know my man hasn’t been having a lot of sleep. It hurts me of course.
*
“Zane?” I call out when the silence gets too uncomfortable.
I am leaning across Zane’s chest, the only sound I hear is the steady beat of his strong heartbeat. It makes the fear in me seem real, I am truly scared that something might happen and I wouldn’t even be in the position to defend myself.
“Yes, baby? Do you need something? How are you feeling? Any headaches?” Zane bumps me with questions.
It is hard to know if this man truly is obsessed with my health or only wants to make sure I am fine so that he can reign down his punishment on me.
“We need to talk, but I am not sure it can happen with you being naked, unless you plan on taking me as part of the conversation,” I say looking sweet at his cock that chooses to grow just now.
I smile at how I notice just a faint blush on his cheeks before he is hardening his core expression, making it seem like he has his thick cock under control.
Of course, that is a lie.
I scurry to the floor and Zane sighs before strolling to his closet. I can’t stop admiring Zane’s butt. For a man, they are strong and look like he has total control over them.
Picking out another pair of sweatpants, he slides them on before wearing his t-shirt over his head.
Hot. Zane is so fucking hot and I stand there, on the other end of the bed, just admiring this man.
“Okay, you can stop staring now, little human. You should close your mouth because the way you are gaping at me, I bet you want me to fill that sweet mouth of yours with my hot cock,” he says.
I didn’t even notice that Zane had finished dressing, least of all, I didn’t even know that I had my mouth dropping naked so badly.
It makes me want to go crazy.
“Yes, fill my mouth with your cock please,” I say without even fucking thinking.
The smirk on Zane’s face at my reply just made me know that he heard what I just said and he was going to give it to me if I don’t shut my mouth at this very moment.
I snap my mouth shut and squeeze my legs closed real tight.
The things Zane makes me think about. Huh, I wish things were different and I could have his cock in my mouth at this very instant. I would truly love that for myself, and more.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs if we want to have this conversation started and dawn with,” Zane says.
I turn around to go, but my ankle cinches, and the pain that crosses through me make me groan in pain.
Zane is by my side, sweeping me off the floor and into his arms as if I weigh nothing.
“Hey, I can walk,” I screech out knowing that it is a lie.
“No, you can’t. Now, stay still and enjoy the ride, little girl,” he says walking out of the bedroom and taking the stairs that lead to the first floor.
I look down at my clothes and notice the change in clothes. I frown. What had happened after I had had my little breakdown and passed out?
I know all through that time when I laid down after the blow was given to me on my head, I was thinking about Oliver.
There are many a time he had given me punches against my head. I dare not bring it up now. I sigh as I swing my slender arms around Zane’s thick neck.
I love it when he carries me around in his big arms.
“Do I pay you for being my personal transport driver?” I ask my voice filled with amusement.
Zane laughs, and I actually love the sound of it.
I know between Zane and I, nothing is supposed to be funny, especially with how I treated him, well, I can say that was a result of the way I feared him. He was going to hurt my friend and me in the process.
I guess I got hurt either way.
My friend. Michael Logan.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
Zane shoots me this daddy look and goes about to answer my previous question.
“No, little human, you don’t have to pay me for carrying you. It is an honor for me to serve you like that,” he tells me as he places me on one of the kitchen sinks.
I swing my legs as Zane pushes them apart, standing between my spread legs.
“Zane?” I call out gently as if I were dipping my feet into cold water.
“Yes, honey,” he replies sweetly, but he still stares at me in a skeptical manner, as if he wants to know what is going on in my head.
Well, he doesn’t have to think much because I give in to my impulsive thoughts.
“Where is Michael Logan?” I ask sharply, fear gripping through me.
I see how anger flashes through Zane’s eyes, the man whose happy eyes were staring at me goes all dark in a flash of the light.
“I beg your pardon, you say what, London Jameson?” Zane says calling out my last name.
I know this is my cue to shut up but I need answers, so I thread lightly and press on of course. I am not letting this matter go until we solve it.
Zane walks away from me, my legs are still spread apart, as if I am inviting him back. I close my legs in anger. If he doesn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t beg. At least, not yet.
“You heard my question, Zane, did you throw him in the dungeon like you did with Micah, and then me?” I bark the question out.
Zane stops in the middle of the kitchen and pulls his hair hard, and I am scared that he might actually detach the hair from his scalp.
“What the fuck, London?” Zane calls out to me.
“I know all you do, Zane. You are evil, you are going to hurt me last night before I ran away. And now, you’ve kidnapped me again for the second time,” I utter, printing every one of the words.
I don’t care if Zane takes this badly or not, I will say the truth as it is, if he wants to get mad about it, then that is his personal business to do whatever the fuck he wants with it.
“Reaper told you all this? I should put a damn bullet on the cock sucker’s forehead when he came over to my office,” he grits out.
I know Zane shouldn’t be laying threats because it means that he will see to it.
This will make me feel bad because I am just digging graves for the men who try to provide information for me.
“No, Zane, you wouldn’t kill Reaper, neither will you touch any other of the people that matter to me,” I scream from the countertop.
I know that sounds silly, I am just a small powerless, and even defenseless girl, and in front of Zane, he can do whatever he wants. Well, that is particularly why I stand my ground to let the bastard know that I mean business.
Zane doesn’t take lightly to me calling him out though.
“What is this all about, London? All the men in your so-called life are fucking you as well, aren’t they?” Zane asks furiously.
That is it, Zane just keeps saying the wrong things and getting me annoyed. I slid down from the countertop with so much anger that I step on my injured ankle.
I let out a cry of despair and Zane moves to my side. I raise my hand at him, anger firing through my eyes.
“Don’t you even dare fucking step an inch towards me, Zane. I will bite, claw and kick at you until you let me go,” I threaten him.
The pain sears through me and I close my eyes in despair. My ankle was doing a shitty job hurting me. I really need to get it checked though, but no, that isn’t an option now, especially when I don’t have money.
“London,” Zane calls out, concern filled in his voice.
I ignore him as I shift painfully from one leg to the other.
I look at Zane, making sure I have his attention as I say what is burning through my mind.
“Believe me, Zane, I will send you a pick fucking every single man in your staff. You should compare your dick with them because I will grade their performance as well. Hope you have fun,” I blurt out my eyes holding Zane’s own captive.
He growls like a beast as he grabs me by the throat. I can’t breathe.
“Fuck you, Zane,” I manage the words.