***ZANE’S POV***
I can’t believe it has been forty-eight hours since London left me. I don’t know what to make out of her right now.
I am so fucking disappointed, it makes me really crazy just thinking about it. My entire body freezes as I get a heavy thought pass through my mind.
What if London is in trouble? I wonder. I have every one of my men on the streets looking out for her. I had stormed Micah’s house and he had been surprised to see me shortly after he had been in my office.
I had explained the problem to him, he gets me on every part on my last nerve as he started putting the fucking blame on me.
Like for real.
I hated having to remove my gun and point it on him but when I did, he stopped fusing and started finding a way to help me.
At first, it was just a plain idea but when the mother fucker said he had a way of contacting London, I was struck to the bone.
Micah had given London a phone, that was what he had been using to communicate with his sister while she was in my house.
It was the meanest of things that could ever have happened, I don’t know what to make of London, but damn it, I froze in place, the idea just blinding my senses.
More than eighty times the call had gone through and London hadn’t answered. I got worried every time the call went to voicemail.
I bet she wouldn’t love her ass by the time I am done with her. Nope, she wouldn’t be fucking able to sit for one week after her ass cheeks are red.
*
After London had answered my call this morning she hung the fucking call on my face, I was shocked for two whole minutes before I could blink again.
Right now, Reaper just told me they’ve gotten a hold of Michael, they found him trying to escape in his car on the outskirts of town.
Well, he was brought to one of my warehouses and that is where we are going to meet.
“You think he has anything to do with London’s disappearance?” Caleb asks.
He is the chauffeur of the car, and he is taking me to the meeting place. Reaper and Sinner are roughing Michael already up, I told them to leave him alive enough to answer the questions I have for him. I bet they wouldn’t disobey my orders.
“I don’t know, but he better not because I wouldn’t waste a second putting a steel bullet in his brain,” I grit out.
Caleb looks at me through the windshield but I ignore him, tapping away on my phone. They all have to learn how to take me seriously when I say London is mine, I would do anything for that girl.
We pull up to the curbs and as I open the car, I rush to the clubhouse.
“Boss, the captive is inside,” Sinner tells me with a straight face.
I nod as I hand him my suit jacket, making it to the inside. The floor was dirty and coke reeled at the back of the warehouse. Of course, this was where I conducted my illegal business, and I bet Michael would be leaving today in a body bag, dead.
“Michael!” I call out to him as I stroll lazily towards him.
My men had bound him to the chair, his hands behind his back and his face slightly bruised.
“You sure he is able to speak?” I ask looking at him with bright eyes.
“Yes Boss!” Reaper says.
I nod once and match forth, grabbing Mike by the chin, I force him to stare at me.
“You were trying to leave the town, Michael? Where is she?” I question my voice deadly.
Mike starts shaking his head, his eyes dark red as he forces his chin out of my hand. I pinch his face harder and he winces.
“I don’t know. You stormed the bakery the other day and took her away, that was the last time I saw her. I tried calling her last night but she wouldn’t pick up the phone,” he says stuttering.
“My men caught you trying to leave town, Michael, are you playing me for a fool?” I ask anger flashing in my voice.
I hope he takes the hint and he gives me the answers I am here for.
“Yes, Zane, that is because I knew you were going to kill me in the blink of an eye, I don’t have an affair going on with London, I haven’t even looked at her with lust, I just wanted to be her friend,” he says his eyes pleading.
“Where is his phone?” I question my voice darker than ever.
Reaper brings it to me, I scroll through it and find London’s name, I am going to call her and you will talk, I want you to ask her where she is. You better be convincing as fuck and get the answers we want,” I tell him.
He nods his head eagerly, trying to make it sound as better as possible, I don’t even want to risk my bullet on him now, I better go as planned.
“Anything you want, Zane,” he blabbers.
I start the call and it ends. London doesn’t pick.
On the third ring, the call connects and London’s voice comes through the phone.
“Michael?” her small voice comes through the speakers and my dick hardens just by hearing her name.
“London? You okay, sweetheart?” Mike asked his voice plain but his eyes held to love in them.
I couldn’t help but feel jealous about that, their connection, even when he was far from her, his voice was still so sweet.
“I… I am fine,” she replies.
Mike looks at me and I urge him with a shake of the head to continue speaking.
“Where are you now? I would love to have a meet-up with you, please,” he begs.
Good! I love actions like this.
There is a long pause from the background before London replies.
“Uhm! I can’t tell you, Mike, I am sorry. But you should know I am no longer with Zane,” she pauses, sniffing.
The hard dick shrivels almost immediately and it makes my heart want to claw at myself for hurting London this much. I had never ever planned on doing that to her.
“Hey, London, you are going to be alright, okay? Just talk to me, please,” Michael pleads.
“No!” she grits out.
Then the line goes dead.
“Do you think she knows about you plotting this out?” he asks his brows furrowing.
“I don’t know,” I answer.
I call twice in a row before London replies, her voice is weak when she speaks into the phone,
“Hey, Mike, I don’t know if Zane is making you do this, but if he is, tell him to not worry, I am far away now, and everything I told him in the morning I meant it. He shouldn’t send you in front to get information from me, that is degrading,” she spits out.
I look at Mike and we both share a sorrowful glance. He composes himself and speaks into the phone I am holding in front of his face.
“Hey Hunnie, no one sent me, okay? Tell me where you are now, and I will come and meet you. I swear, Zane isn’t involved in this,” he says.
I hold my breath waiting for the reply. I was really hoping for it to be positive.
“I am… I…” the line went dead instantly.
“What the fuck did she say?” I shout as I try calling again and again.
The line wasn’t going through at all.
My face was red, I knew I was going to pass out if anything happened to London. She wouldn’t get herself in danger just because she wanted to punish me. I wouldn’t accept that.
She felt so certain that I was with you, do you think she picked up the hint?” Mike asks wondering as well.
“How will I know?” I huffed out annoyingly.
A moment of total silence went by, it made it truly annoying to guess my next move.
“Are you going to let me go?” Michael demands.
“No, so that you can go and plot out behind my back? Or worse, try to run away from me?” I fired out.
“I swear, man, I will never want to fuck you up in a crossfire between you and your girlfriend, I wouldn’t even want to be on your bad side. If you don’t want me to leave town, with the hope that you wouldn’t kill me if I stay in town, I wouldn’t leave,” he promises.
“And when you get in contact with London, huh?” I burst out angrily.
“I still wouldn’t let it out that you are behind the scene, Zane, you have my words,” he says.
I turn to Sinner, ordering him.
“Untie him, his phone should be monitored as well, his calls and messages, if you even suspect that he is hiding anything from me, bring him back to me, I swear, he wouldn’t leave another day,” I conclude.
I was done being in this place, the more I fucked around, the more my woman got away from me, I don’t even know why London will put me through this stress, but the day it would be over will be my best.
As I take tentative steps backward, I hold eyes with Michael, warning him, “Don’t ever think you can run away from me and not get fished out, Mike. I will advise that you play safe with me, we don’t want your body to be left for fish to feed on, do we?” I inquire.
The man’s face goes instantly blank, he pales out as if he hadn’t ever heard a man warn him before.
It makes my body heat with excitement from teasing a weak man. He would have to deal with me.
“Have a nice day gentleman,” I finish before walking out of the room.
My men would let Michael go home and from there, they would continue searching for London. I don’t know if I should put a target on her head. Maybe that would be a very good thing.
A catch on London’s head would make me get her in less than twenty-four hours.
I can’t imagine what she will have to feed these few days she is out of the house. I always make sure to feed her well, I want her healthy, she doesn’t have to suffer her brain to think when she is with me, but now, I wouldn’t stop worrying about London.
The mere thought of it makes me want to slam my head in an insane manner, going dumb all the way.
“To the club, Caleb, I have to meet Reaper there. He should be done with Mike,” I saw.
Reaper’s car was behind ours, and as we reached the club, he followed me into my office.
“Boss!” he says.
“I have a picture of London, and I want it printed out and placed everywhere on the internet and even physically. Two Hundred Thousand dollars will be given to anyone who brings London alive to me. My number should be added to it,” I tell Reaper.
The picture was an unaware pic I had taken of London recently, we were on the couch and she had a bowl of popcorn in between her legs. She looked so young and happy, her fair was drawn away from her face.
That would have to do. It was taken with my phone, so, I shared the image with Reaper, directing him on what to do.
“I would do just that,” Reaper says.
I know he would never defy my orders, but he looked super uncomfortable when his eyes hit mine.
“What is it?” I inquire.
“Nothing personal, Boss, but I think you are in love with London,” he says a small smile curving his thin lips.