***ZANE’S POV***
I don’t know what to do with London. She is a messy mess on the table where I had stationed her, tears stained on her cheeks and the desk.
She is a whimpering mess, I want to good her, comfort her, but it doesn’t stop the fact that she lied to me.
As I make my way to the door, she calls out on me, her voice small from screaming so loudly these last few minutes.
“Please, Daddy, untie me,” she begs.
I ignore her, walking right out of the door. Anger makes me flex my hand, stretching the flesh in and out as I wanted pain to cut through me as much as I wanted to inflict it on that mother fucker that dared hurt London.
I place the call out and Reaper picks it up after a couple of rings. I hear a feminine voice, I know he is having sex but this isn’t the time to wait for him to finish.
“Call the girl off, Reaper, I have something I want to talk to you about,” I say.
From the tone of my voice, Reaper knows not to fuck with me, and I hear a few female voices scurry along, and finally, Reaper picks up his phone and speaks to me.
“Just three club whores who wanted to give me a good deal,” he tells me chuckling.
“Well, I don’t need to know you love having three women riding your cock. Are you alone? I am fucking pissed off and there is a fucker out there who has hurt my wife,” I speak into the phone.
There is a long pause and I look into the phone, wondering if Reaper has hung up on me. Of course, he hasn’t. After a few seconds, I heard him speak.
“Who are we dealing me, Boss?” his dark voice cuts through the phone.
“Michael. He was here in Montana. He proposed that London leave me and run away with him just because we beat him to a pup the other day. I bet having him dead now wouldn’t cause a problem,” I tell him.
“Is London okay?” Reaper asks.
I know why he is asking that question. For fuck sake, is London okay? No. That is the answer.
Am I going to tell my employee the truth and let him see me as a woman beater? No. Will I lie to him? Fucking no.
“She isn’t in a good spot now, Reaper. You know how it works with me. She is getting a blackmail threat from a criminal, she has to run to me, not follow it up herself. I am her husband for goddamn sake,” I blurt out.
Reaper fuses around on his side, and I want to punch my hand right through a tree, but I need my head to be calm, I need to act cool, and sane. I need it.
“You hear her, didn’t you, Boss? Your wife is pregnant, for crying out loud. What if you land a final blow that will make you lose both your woman and baby?” he demands.
I want to rain out a line of courses, I want to tell this bastard to keep away from my family, especially with how I deal with London, but he is right.
I sure as fuck need to know how to calm down before I cause long-term damage to London, it wouldn’t around funny, to say the least.
“Tell me, Reaper, how about to stick to the orders I give to you rather than the punishments I serve out to London?” I blurt out.
My mind goes to the time I had punished London until Reaper had to step in to protect her. That was a dick move. Who the hell does he see me for? A monster?
“Yes, Boss!” he says sarcastically.
There are a lot of things I want set straight now, but not now, it sure as hell is going to be for another time.
“Update me when there is news,” I say.
I pull on the strands of hair on my head, stopping only when I feel pain, the pain is sure as hell welcomed because I need to get my head out of my ass.
Walking into the room, I see London passed on on the table, and I start taking out the belt I had used for her hands. She is so limp, and fragile.
This isn’t her fault, she even put a wall up against me. The mere talk of us not being on good terms makes my skin crawl, I have to change my thoughts if I want to be okay, as well as I want that, I need to help her out.
“Little girl?” I call out to her as I wrap her in my arms and carry her to the room.
I run a bath and deep her inside. The water is cold, to help her butt cool down, and I watch her open her eyes, staring at me with confusion.
“You bathe, and then, you rest,” I mutter out.
“I am sorry,” she starts saying as she can recover her senses.
I shake my head, not wanting her to apologize to me. I had warned her though, I can’t deal with her anyway other than taking her butt out with my hand.
The tears start pulling down her cheeks as she cries her heart content out.
“Hush! Baby, hush!” I let out a wash of clothes to clean her.
I don’t know how long we stay there but London seems to relax and I take her out of the water, walking to place her on the made bed.
She sleeps peacefully, and I take it open to lock the doors on my way out.
I will need a set of my men here unless I want to call the honeymoon off and return home to where protection is accessible.
That fucker, Michael wouldn’t care to come close to London if my men were guarding her, he would have his head blown off.
For now, security isn’t an option, but I could get a security dog.
As I drive my car to town, I leave it at the mechanic, pick up one of my other trucks, and then, make my way to the security office.
I find one dog, a brown hound breed, half German Shepherd.
The dog accustoms to me as its new owner and I pick up his cage, along with the adoption papers.
I go to the supermarket where London had met Michael and walk to the Manager’s office.
He is surprised to see me, so he stands up, giving me a handshake and a pat on the shoulder.
“Don Vincenzo,” Greg Mario greets out kindly.
He was one of my workers before he got married and stopped working for me. Said his wife changed him.
The fucker. We are on good terms, thus, I need a favor from him.
“I am here on honeymoon with my wife. She was harassed and hurt yesterday at your supermarket,” I tell him.
The way his eyes bulge out in fear that I might press charges on a place like this makes me have an upper hand on him.
Well, it is unfortunate because I just want a favor from him, not to close the place down.
“What can I do for you, Don Vincenzo? I promise to do it,” he lets out.
I hide the small smile that creeps up my features, I need to be on the winning side.
“I need the footage of what happened yesterday here, everything.” I blurt out.
He nods and goes to it, searching it out.
When I see London walking into the supermarket, I ask him to trace her down. We can’t hear what they are saying, but I can clearly see that Michael was doing all the talking, he was also leading her on.
Anger pours through me when he grabs my wife my pulls her close to him.
I see him kiss London, something she omitted to tell me.
“What the fuck?” I grit out as I drag the video closely, and then, notice that he hadn’t kissed her directly on the lips, that is because London swept her head to the side.
Still, it is enough to make me want to make him bleed.
“The fucker is as good as dead to me,” I bite out angrily.
“Is your woman good?” Greg questions, his eyes filled with sorrow.
“No, the fucker gave her some bruises, but, I bet she will after I get home to her,” I say.
Greg Mario nods his head.
“I haven’t ever seen you worked out over some pussy,” Greg says.
My face is a dark cloud and anger fills me instantly.
“You mean my wife? I would watch my tongue if it was me. I don’t want to punch you in the mouth, Greg, don’t call my wife sluttish words,” I tell him coolly.
The young man throws his hands above his head in a placating manner, I just sigh, and let it go.
“I apologize, Boss,” he tells me.
I give him a couple of dollars before purchasing the rest of the things I would need for a while. I grab a few romantic movies and some popcorn, I will make it right for my woman, she deserves the best when it has to do with me.
Some chocolates and also a few female panties.
I want to make this right for my woman, I know I fucked up, and I need to apologize in the only way I know best. These are the kind of things she likes, I want to make it right for her, me being an asshole.
This shit is crazy for real, but I am making sure to do my best to make it act real.
When I pay at the front, I walk to the parking lot, and I swear I feel someone watching at me. I know whoever it is wouldn’t show up, so, I take my time putting my stuff at the back of the truck while perusing the parking lot.
Then, I saw, two men in a car, they had black shades on, I knew I had my men.
I take my time going home, looking at the windshield. No one is following me, and it makes my skin crawl under with the realization that I had left my woman at home.
With that in mind, I drive fast to the house, release the dog, feed him, put some water in his kernel to drink, and order him to tear any intruder that isn’t me into pieces.
When he barks, I call his name, congratulating him.
“Good job, Fox! Look out for intruders, while I take care of mummy inside,” I tell him patting his head.
Walking on the front porch, I insert the key in the lock, and my heart skips a beat when I feel it slide open right I’m my arms.
My skin pinches down as I rush inside the house, slamming the door powerfully.
“London? Holy fuck! Where are you, little girl?” I bite out of fear feeling me.
As I rush into the room, I see London’s shadow in the bathroom, she is perched on the toilet, emptying her stomach more.
“Little human? Are you alright?” I call out as I bend low beside her, pushing her hair over her face, allowing her to vomit freely.
“Go on, Honey, feel free,” I tell her softly.
When she finishes, her eyes water as she walks to the sink, splashing water on her.
I flush the trash, tears stinking the back of my eyes. She uses mouthwash and then, brushes her teeth before walking out of the bathroom.
She ignores me and heads to the kitchen.
“London,” I call out to her as I stare at the grocery stuff on the table.
“Hmm?” she replies softly as she picks a glass and pours herself some chocolate milk, she starts sipping from the glass as she takes some cookies and starts munching.
She looks so young, I fucked up big time, and I want to fix it.
London just needs to let me fix this.