***LONDON’S POV***
My head is pounding inside when I open my eyes, I am a little disoriented as I don’t know where I am, or what I can even do to make this headache stop.
I remember Bamba hitting me several times after I had tried to run away from him, it hadn’t been successful, so, he had broken my arm.
Trying to lift my arm, I find it difficult. I force myself to open my eyes, I stop forcing when it feels like my eyes are being glued.
Am I dead? I wonder. The last thing I remember is the sounds of gunshots. There had been an open fire, and surely, I must have taken a stray bullet, thus, dying in the process.
As I start crying, I feel a man’s hand brush my hair behind me, shifting it away from my face.
Even though I couldn’t see the face, I heard the words, and I could identify it.
“Hush, little human, you are going to be alright. The sedative still has an effect on you,” he mutters out rapidly.
As much as I want to fight against the damn sedative, I don’t. Sleep takes a total hold of me and I fall into a deep slumber.
*
I don’t know how long I take to sleep but the windows have been drown back by the time I open my eyes.
A hard-looking Zane is pacing the room as if he is ready for an attack. The smell of food blows through my nostrils and I feel instant nausea.
“Zane!” I cry out, my voice sounding crook.
He sees me struggling and before I know it, he is helping me, grabbing a kidney basin by the table and holding my hair back.
My eyes stink as I vomit hard, shaking in the process. When I inhale, I vomit some more. Zane rubs my back and hums encouraging words to my ears.
“You are doing just fine, cupcake. The doctor said you might be nauseous and this is normal,” as he says that, I try to control myself.
It works, just enough to make me puke again.
After about five minutes of catching my breath, Zane hands me a bottle of water and another bowl, I rinse my mouth in it. After that, he pushes a clean handkerchief on my lips, helping me to clean it.
As he moves to the bath area to dispose of the waste I had made, I actually notice that I am in a hospital that looks like a bedroom. It even has a joined bathroom in it.
Luxury, that is all what this wing speaks of. Then, it clicks in me that Zane is here. My eyes bulge as panic strikes throughout my body.
I am supposed to be hiding from Zane, but here he is, helping me out. He found me.
It is enough reason to make me mad at him since he posted that stupid card out, that says I was wanted.
As he walks out of the bathroom, I call out to him, anger flashing through me.
“You son of a bitch, you plotted a wanted post against me. Did you want me dead or what?” I shoot out, flaring my nostrils.
“You would want to damp that tone with me, honey,” he says unbuttoning his shirt. He even has the audacity to roll back his shirt.
“No, I wouldn’t. Look at me?” I shout.
I took a moment to glare at myself and a small gasp left my throat. I was in shock, and in need of treatment, not only that, but my entire body hurts.
My head, and my ribs, I think it was already sore by now. That asshole had hit on me several times.
“I was running away from you for a reason,” I blurt out.
“And you owe me, London. Or your brother does. You can’t just bolt out like that unless you want me to be forced to kill him because you breached the contract,” he states.
I hate it when Zane speaks to me like that. I had acquired a job in town, I knew the pay wasn’t much but I was trying to make an honest living.
“I want to pay the money, Zane. For that, I need to work, I need to leave the house to do that, you can’t hold me captive,” I shout as I start thrashing around, not holding my will to fight.
Zane stares at me with shock, before he steps close to me, willing me to stop.
“You’ll hurt yourself, darling, and I think you are too stressed out for that kind of a conversation,” he says.
I start shaking my head violently, feeling annoyed with Zane brushing off my feelings like that.
“You just can’t brush me off like that, Zane. We will finish this discussion, and now!” I scream.
Zane stops brushing my hair and he looks at me with scorn.
Then he stands, walking out of the room. Anger reeked through me, I was ready to stab someone dead by the time I knew what this show was about.
Zane fucking ignoring me? I was the one in pain, not the stupid shit motherfucker.
My legs seemed to be fine, although weak, but I bet they could carry me around just perfectly enough.
Fuck the big cast on my hand, I will survive with it.
As I slipped out of the bed, I pulled all of the IV bags that were attached to my veins, I didn’t care if it got bloated or least, inflated.
I stood with pressure and the shock got through my body. I bolted to the ground, falling like a heavy bag of potatoes.
I didn’t hit my hand but the pressure twisted just a little bit of it, making me regret my action. I was screaming, my voice loud and although croaked, I felt raw pain sear through me.
The door burst open as I heard several men walk in. I notice Sinner, but the rest of the faces are strange to me.
“Oh my God! How did you get down here, angel?” he asks his voice soft as he holds out to me.
I am about to accept his help when I see a hard-breathing Zane walk into the room.
“What happened?” he asks as he comes straight for me, lifting me into his bear arms.
I don’t fight him for some reason, especially as his touch is comforting.
“We found her on the floor,” Sinner replies.
Zane turns towards them nodding his head towards the door. All his men get the hint and leave.
With the last man leaving the room, I heard a click on the door.
“Where the fuck did you think you were going?” Zane asks his tone harsh.
“Running away from you,” I spit out.
He chuckles, a very dark sound.
“And you fucking think that was easy? I have the entire place filled with my men, I bet you would barely take two steps before they notice you are gone,” he tells me.
I laugh, the sound is demonic, and filled with the fact that Zane wouldn’t like the next words I leave for him.
“Trust me, Zane, I’ll be long gone before you even know I left,” I say.
Zane’s eyes darken as he stares at me.
“I’ll have to put a tracker on you then. Even if it means paying people to stand duty 24/7 at your side, I will,” he let out.
That makes me laugh, especially at how absurd that shit sounded.
“You think that can scare me, Zane? Just let me go, I will work and return your money. Besides, I am the one who fucked up in the first place,”
Opening up would be like a new blow to the scars that had healed themselves, I don’t want those wounds to open, not now.
Zane doesn’t bring back the topic, so, we both shut up. There is a knock on the door and I see Reaper walk in, two plastic cups in his hands, and a donut bag.
He looks at me and a small smile spreads across his lips as he nods at me.
“Get better soon, London, we miss having you home,” he whispers as he walks out of the room.
“Thank you,” I reply softly.
Zane turns to me, putting the food out for me.
“Hot chocolate and whatever flavored donuts you want, little girl,” he says, and my stomach rumbles.
I haven’t eaten since my last shift and that was before I got kidnapped. Now, I am famished and could eat an enter bull.
“I want coffee and chicken nuggets,” I cry out like I was a baby.
“You would get that shortly, eat this first,” he says.
“No! I was that only and with fries. I was going to eat that if I hadn’t been kidnapped,” I blurt out.
If Zane was going to act like an asshole, I am ready to treat him unfairly.
Zane taps on his phone and waits.
“It will take a while for them to serve you that, can you at least have a few bites? I will add a pizza to the order. Take that as a bribe from me,” he states.
Since Zane wasn’t ashamed to strike peace, I was too exhausted to hold him down against that.
He opened the box of freshly baked donuts and the flavors made my mouth watery. Chocolate, pistachio, pumpkin spice, banana flavor, vanilla, and cinnamon donuts? Wow!
“Who chose the flavors? I can’t pick, and I want everything,” I murmur, sounding very childlike.
“Don’t wait on an invitation, baby. Dig into it,” he urges me to eat.
As he knew I would, I went first for the chocolate donut and dug into it. I was so hungry that I didn’t care if I smudged chocolate on my nose or at the corner of my mouth.
“Delicious. This is super delicious,” I say between bites, munching on my food.
Zane just stood there, his eyes glowing with something moist, I couldn’t tell if it was tears, but a man like Zane doesn’t cry.
No, he has a wall to build and to protect himself at all costs. That is important to him, especially as just staring at me means the world to him.
“Come on now, Zane, have a bite of this,” I urge him as I pick up the cinnamon-flavored donut.
I hold it in place, waiting for him to take a bite. He hesitates, but when he is certain that I wouldn’t take no for an answer, he takes a bite with me still holding the donut in place.
The moan Zane releases makes me wonder if I truly want to give him more than a bite.
“You sure know how to make a woman squirm,” I tease out chuckling as I hand him the donut in my hand.
He cackles, a real feminine sound, and as it warms my soul to know that Zane loves the little jokes I make, the tension in my shoulder reduces a little and I try to relax.
The hot chocolate milk in my hand was the best addition to everything and as I looked up to glance at Zane, I said,
“Uhm… Zane, please, can I have another cup of hot chocolate? This was so good. And I still need the coffee,” I say.
Zane starts chuckling as he says, “No coffee for you, little girl. I already ordered you another cup of chocolate. And that will be your last one for the day as well. Too many calories in your body wouldn’t help you,” Zane says as he shakes his head as if he just remembered something.
I laugh, but the words turn bitter real fucking quick.
“You don’t control the things I eat, Zane, no one does,” I tell him a frown pulling across my face.
“I know London, but I didn’t put the ban. The doctor did. Besides, I will need to call him to come and check you out, I didn’t like the way you fell down earlier,” he states plainly.
“Why?” I push wanting to know why.
As Zane opens his mouth to speak, there is a knock on the door and a man wearing a lab jacket walks into the ward cutting Zane off.
I bet we will be continuing this conversation shortly.