***ZANE’S POV***
I was restless for two fucking weeks and had just received a call that London had been found.
I had the money ready with me, but a small police group from New York went with us. It would’ve been easy if I had searched her former home before, I was so hungover that I forgot London could make it back to New York and wanted to start afresh.
Two men ran out of the building from the gunshots we made towards the building. Of course, every one of my men is scared of hurting London with a stray bullet.
As we rushed to the building, I saw a door slightly open and guessed the men were from there, as I hit the door with my leg breaking it, I heard the littlest, gentlest ones that were the most horrible.
She will want to frustrate you to the very end, but that isn’t the sight that catches me first.
There was a woman on the floor. I take that back real quick. That woman was mine. London was on the floor and as I glanced at her, she looked dead.
I rush out to her, kneeling before her, my eyes watering with tears. It is so painful seeing my woman fighting for her life.
“Call an ambulance,” I heard Reaper Scream behind me.
I hadn’t known he was so close behind me. I had brought him along with Sinner on this journey, and I nodded my head, confirming his request.
The ambulance came in barely five minutes later. I don’t know who pressured their asses, but I was so shocked.
London looked so limp, and I wondered if she was going to survive this. The ambulance drove to the hospital and I followed closely behind in the car, Reaper driving.
“Find whoever those bastards are, I want their heads cut off and placed in a spike for everyone to see that no one messes with what is mine,” I finish, anger purring from my voice.
“Yes Boss,” Reaper said.
The rest of the group I had brought had stayed at the abandoned warehouse. That was supposed to be the location where we had to meet the guys who had London in their custody.
When I received a call that London had been found, the speed I had ordered my private jet to be steamed and the pilot ready to leave at anything was impressive.
“I hope nothing happens to London, I wouldn’t forgive myself,”
“You did nothing wrong, boss,” Sinner says.
“No, I did everything wrong. For a woman that was placed in my care, I did a shitty job taking care of her. She is supposed to be taken care of, not left to die,” I grit out the words, feeling them burn in my chest.
I just hoped she was fine, London just had to be.
The car pulls out at the parking lot and I get out of it following the trolley that had London on it.
“Where are the doctors? Help me, woman, please,” I was begging, I felt so desperate.
It seemed like I needed help more than London did.
Reaper and Sinner caught up with me and they held my chest, trying to hold me down.
“Boss, you should calm down, people are watching,” Reaper said.
I grabbed him by his suit and hauled him closer to me, this could be a good point if I wanted to transfer aggression to him.
“Does it look like I give two fucks if someone is looking at me or not? No! I don’t,” I push him away quickly.
My head was spinning and the next thing, I was falling to the ground my eyes shutting out completely.
**
When I opened my eyes, I saw lights flashing on my face, and a breathing pipe on my nose. I knew I couldn’t breathe because the oxygen coming into my face helped me a lot.
“Boss! boss! You alright,” Sinner said coming to my peripheral so that I could see him with ease.
It dawned on me what had happened, I was inside the hospital and wanted to know what happened to London.
Immediately as London’s name passed through my head, I jerked up from the bed pulling all of the medical stuff from my body.
“I don’t care about me, where is London and why is no one with her?” I ask.
I didn’t want to believe that these men stuck by my side while I had passed out when the real person who needed their help was London.
“The entire force we brought is with London, Boss. They are guarding her outside her room,” Sinner explains.
I calmed down quickly as I nodded.
The doctor walked in and checked me. He frowned when he noticed I had taken off the tubes from my body.
“Am I cleared to leave? I need to see my woman. I want to be beside her, to hold her,” I explain, letting him know the gravity of his next words, in case he doesn’t free me.
“You can leave, Sir. But the girl is still asleep. Are you the one responsible for her?” he asks.
I looked at my time and gasped. I have been out for the whole two hours.
“How is she? And yes, I am responsible for her,” I still feel dizzy but I stand, letting the wash of bile go away.
“Can we speak alone?” he demands as he looks around, checking at my men.
I sit on the bed and nod my head for the men to leave. Once it was confirmed they were far away from the door, the doctor spoke.
“The girl got a broken right arm which will be put in a cask. She didn’t have internal bleeding and we tried our best to save the baby. With the ultrasound coming, it is safe and ground,” the doctor said.
My eyes widen in shock.
“London is pregnant?” I asked my throat tightening.
“Yes, Sir. Here are the pictures from the test,” he says handing it to me.
The baby, my baby. A tear slipped down my cheeks and I sniffed, happiness clouding me.