***LONDON’S POV***
I was sleeping when I felt Zane’s strong hands grab my hair and I whimpered as the pain cast through my entire body.
“Ow! Owie! Let me go,” I scream in my sleep as he pulls me into the kitchen area and helps me stand.
I had been sleeping and one look at Zane made me know that my little waywardness had been discovered, that was for sure.
“Please, why did you…” I trail my words when Zane’s harsh look tears into my body.
“Get on your knees and open that crack on the carpet, London. Then, I need an explanation,” he spits out, anger lacing his voice.
Tears fill my eyes as I start shaking my head, refusing to do it. That dirty look Zane looks at me with is my cue to get on my knees real quick.
He doesn’t seem to care that my hand is getting in the way, his stern expression is set on the carpet, and his eyes, watching me closely.
“Shouldn’t we be enjoying our honeymoon?” I ask shifting from one foot to the other.
“If you make me repeat myself, London, you will be over my knees, I don’t care if you pass out again,” he warns me.
Shivers run down my spine as I start lowering my weight down.
“I am a little sleepy, Zane,” I murmur, not wanting to sound like I am hiding something from him.
He doesn’t reply to what I just said, so, I brush it aside as a failed plan.
“Please… Zane,” I cry out as I pull the wrong side of the carpet.
“Nothing. There is nothing there,” I blow out the words as Zane comes up to stand close to me.
“Open the front part, little girl, You are pulling on my anger right now,” he bites out, his energy flailing in the air.
As I open it, the two Tylenol tablets he had given me are there, staring at me. I choke on my tears as I know what is about to happen to me. My bottom will suffer if Zane wants to punish me.
“Pick them up, naughty girl,” he says.
“Daddy…” I cry out as I take the tablets and Zane manages to help me to my feet.
No matter how mad the man is, he always tries to make me feel comfortable. That shit is crazy and I am not going to lie about it.
“Come on, London, don’t keep looking at them like that, can you explain why those tiny pills aren’t in your stomach?” he blows out the steams and I burst out choking on my tears.
I start shaking with tremors, fear feeling my system quickly, making me feel uncomfortable.
“No! I don’t have an explanation. If you want to punish me, you can go ahead,” I say hiding a fake smile behind my eyelashes.
I know what Zane had said earlier, and he isn’t the one to back out on his words, thus, he had to prove himself either way.
“You think I want to punish you right? Well, little human, I will be tallying your mistakes, and when it reaches a number worth it, that tiny bottom of yours will be so red you will wish you hadn’t misbehaved at all,” he tells me.
I scoff watching him move to the fridge and with a pen, he writes on a note-it paper he pins on the fridge.
One.
“That will do,” he says, pointing at the tally mark.
“I hate drugs,” I tell him.
“And if that drug is going to make you better, you sure as hell will be taking it, London,” he challenges me to speak, but I just roll my eyes.
Zane hands me another table with a bottle of water and watches me, waiting for me to swallow it. He opens my mouth to verify it.
“The next time, I will blend it into your water and force you to drink the entire thing, Don’t dare me,” he threatens me.
This man is crazy and I just shake my head.
“Wear something warm, London, I would want to go and watch the sunset with you,” he tells me.
As a blush creeps through my cheeks, I shake my head positively, excitement clouding my features. I want all of what he is saying, for real, the mere fact of this man wanting more of me in his every aspect makes me sprint into action.
I put on a jacket and Zane wraps a scarf around my neck. I slip into my boots as I walk behind Zane.
He takes me to the bridge behind the house and the sun…
“OMG! Daddy Zane, this is beautiful,” I let out jumping eagerly.
The weather is too cold this evening, and Zane makes it exciting with his nonchalant attitude. He is a big grumpy bear. The mere thoughts make me laugh.
As I focused on the sun setting far away, I missed my step and I was already falling. Zane’s muscular arm wraps around my neck and he covers me up, I shudder slightly and my head kicks up, my eyes buried in Zane’s intense gaze.
“You are too excited for your own good, little human,” he smirks and I want to wash that smile off with a slap, but I don’t dare. I don’t want Zane and me to get physical though.
As I take a sit on the bridge, I pull out my phone from my pocket and take a couple of pictures.
Zane had gotten me a phone, and he had insisted that I had the phone with me most of the time, especially when we were outside.
As I take a couple of pictures, I flip the phone into selfie mode and take a picture of Zane and me. He seems relaxed close to me, and it makes me super excited.
When I keep the phone down, Zane asks me the most simple, yet, put-off question anyone has ever asked me before.
“What do you say about having sex with the camera taking every shot of us?” he asks.
I snap my head so fast to the side that I get scared that it might have broken. Nope! It hadn’t. I just needed to be careful though.
“The fuck, Zane!” I scream a little too loud.
Zane just stares at me, then, he shrugs his shoulders, he stays calm, waiting for an answer from me.
“I don’t know. But if that is what you want, I think I can be into it, you know?” I say after giving it a small thought.
Zane is my life now, I am married to him. Just thinking of it makes me rub my ring slightly, feeling the diamond cut on the edge makes me feel alive. It makes everything believable.
“I will see how to make it the best of the time, honey, and don’t forget, you are always free to say no when it is too much, understood?” he asks.
I nod my head but he declines it immediately.
“Yes, Daddy,” I mumbled.
*
The rest of the evening passes normally, I have dinner with Zane and over it, he makes a small porridge with beef soup.
“What if we run out of provisions?” I ask chewing on a strawberry Zane had set out before me.
“There is a mall in town, London, I will just need to run there to get the milk or anything else we need,” he tells me as if he’s got this figured all out.
I know we won’t run out of anything anytime soon, that is for sure.
“What if I need to see the doctor?” I demand, my eyes trailing on Zane’s own as I want to know the reply.
“I would have to take you to the hospital then. There is one here in town and a bigger one in the city,” he explains.
I open my mouth to ask another question, but that grim look in Zane’s eyes means one thing, he wouldn’t admit me talking when I am supposed to be eating.
“Finish your meal,” he bites out as he uses his fork to scrap on the last of his fruit.
“Daddy? Uhmm… Can I have a watermelon?” I ask as I stand, staring at Zane, waiting for a reply.
“Of course. But remember you told me you weren’t eating anymore?” he says pointing at my half-empty plate.
I hide a smile but Zane still catches me. He has perfected his cooking skills over the past weeks, but it is just that the watermelon he gave me earlier was ripe and juicy.
I watch Zane cutting those slices of watermelon inside a bowl and he hands me a fork.
“Youpiiii!” I say forking some of the flesh and putting it into my mouth.
“Thank you! Thank you so much, Daddy,” I sigh as the taste travels down my throat.
When I lift my hand to Zane’s mouth, offering him a piece of the watermelon, he accepts it.
We seem a lot happier, and I can’t help but think about all the times when Zane had been nothing but arrogant to me. I decide to tease him, even when this isn’t the time for it.
“You were always a brute to me when you first kidnapped me,” I mouth chewing one of my fruits from the bowl.
“No, London, you were acting like a spoiled brat who needed a brat and I was just happy to be your brat tamer. That is it,” he says as if his words were definite.
That makes me laugh though, it is actually funny.
“Please, Zane, don’t give yourself flowers, you did tame me well, though, my butt still suffers from it sometimes,” I wrinkle my forehead, as if the pain is too much for me to bear.
Zane comes around me, locking his massive arms behind me, and caging me to the sink. He dips his head and his lips touch against my lips as he kisses me sweetly.
“I love you, London,” he mouths, kissing me again.
“I. Love. You. Zane,” I say after every pause.
Zane knows exactly how to catch the breath away from my lungs, it makes my heart flutter, I am not even going to bluff about that.
“I think this honeymoon will result in another baby in my womb, if we didn’t only have one,” I joke.
Zane glares at me and shakes his head.
“I meant it when I said no sex, London. I am a man of my word, and I am going to make sure that you see the truth behind the words I speak,” he explains.
Is that what I want? No! I want to be able to keep this man’s cock buried deep in me, I want to feel every step of me as I fuck his balls, and everything between.
“I get it,” I grit out rolling my eyes.
Zane doesn’t move a bit, he wouldn’t let me go.
“I love your sass, I bet if we have a daughter, she will carry her mother’s sassy nature,” he says.
We haven’t really spoken about our baby, but I feel that little bean growing inside me. I want it to be born knowing that Zane and I love him or her so much. If Zane doesn’t step in as a dad, that little human I am creating will have to know that momma is here.
“Tell me, Zane, is that what you want? To be a family man?” I ask.
I pick a slice of watermelon and feed Zane with it. Taking the next bite for myself, I watch him gather the answer to give me.
“You don’t believe me when I say I am ready to settle down, huh? But let me get this one particular information straight with you, honey! I always want you to know that my Sicily family will always have my back, but much respect comes in when I have a family and kids of my own. As a mafia, I need to be able to protect those people first,” he tells me.
When I search into Zane’s eyes, all I see is sincerity, it makes me believe him.