***ZANE’S POV***
I know my wife is up to something. I just don’t know what it is because when she walked up to me just an hour before dinner, she had this pained look on her face.
“Daddy?” she calls out sliding on my thighs and hooking my hand around my neck.
“Yes, baby girl, fix those creases on your forehead for me, would you?” I demand warmly. London forces a fake smile before she takes in a deep breath, releasing it almost immediately.
“Why are we here?” she asks.
I look at her curiously and she shudders beneath me before composing herself and addressing her question once more.
“I mean, you just took me here from Montana, and we haven’t had time to actually discuss about us…” she trails.
I don’t know where this conversation is coming from, but it sure as hell is going somewhere. Until I know where that is, leading her is the only option.
“Is everything alright, Little Human? You don’t feel comfortable here?” I question.
“Hell no! That is not what I mean and you know that,” she mouths out.
I sigh and gather my wits before addressing her.
“I have a meeting here in Sicily. And as you notice, most of my relatives are here. Can you just stay away from trouble until I can settle it and we go?” I question.
Her eyes narrow, as if she had some serious thinking going through her head. I wonder what.
“Is there anything about you that you are hiding from me?” she questions.
“No,” I answer with the speed of life.
Of course, London knows I am into dangerous things, but what she doesn’t know is how deep I am into this shit.
I do have my drugs and clubs under control, and her, she is the only thing I don’t think I can tame so easily.
“Why do you ask, is anything the matter?” I question.
“None I can think of,” she mutters, walking away.
I nod my head and lean back.
When London kisses me across the cheek, I turn my head to her, kissing her on her lips. I loved how soft the texture of her lips was to mine. My wife was just perfect.
“I have to go inside now, Zane. I need to go check on a few things before dinner,” she says.
I nod, granting her permission.
Shuffling, London asks a question that makes her even more surprised she did voice it out.
“What will you be doing tonight?” she inquires.
I knew I had my suspicions about her, now, I just need to point it out and know what this little girl had going on in her head.
“Is anything the matter?” I wondered.
“Hell no! I just want to spend more time with my husband, you know? Make it up for not thanking you enough for saving me at the club, and also for hurting your head,” she lets out.
Something was off with London. One thing about her is that she can’t lie to me. Hell no, she can’t even squeeze a mature lie without it making her feel dirty. I wonder what she was thinking.
Grabbing her by the waist, I tighten my hold on her waist, pulling her to my side.
“Zane!” she whimpers.
“Spit it out now, London. What has gotten you so tensed?” I asked my eyes searching her face.
She shrugs, fighting for her release.
“Nothing. Come on, Zane, I have to go inside now,” she lies.
I knew she was lying, I just didn’t know what she was lying about. At least, I did have a clue.
Using the leverage I had on her waist, I pulled London to my chest until my lips were grazing his ears.
“If I find out that this has any fucking thing to with whoever you saw outside the kitchen window today…” I trial my words on purpose.
If I want to keep London on the edge, she better have reasons to fear me.
“It is not… who I saw out that window,” she blurts out stammering.
That wasn’t a good point. One thing Zane should know about me is that I know everything there is no know about her body language. I have mastered the way she reacts to me when she is happy or sad. Nervous or anxious about something.
Right now, she looked like a scared little girl caught by Daddy. But, I haven’t even yet gotten my claws at her. Soon of course.
I kiss her before relaxing my grip on her waist. Using it as an opportunity, London scurries out of my grasp and runs away, not looking back.
I pull out my burner phone and send a message to Caleb, checking out on him in the States.
That was when I noticed it. That my delete box had one deleted message.
I frowned. I don’t delete messages from my phone because it is a burner phone and mafias are good at passing out encrypted messages.
“What the fuck?” I grumble as I open it and read through the message.
“Fucking London!” I cuss beneath my breath as I copy the number.
Did London think that using my home and deleting the number was a way of keeping me from finding out? Well, she forgot who she was messing around with in the first place.
The call history was as I left it, but after checking out my deleted call history, I feel bile threatening to poo out of my mouth.
The number was there. A few hours ago, my treacherous wife had messaged a number, deleted it, and has received a call which she answered. I wanted to know who the caller was and, thus, the reason why I was flashing the number.
I wanted to be in a zone, to act like I was London and know who was behind the phone.
I dropped the call and waited for the caller, After exactly ten seconds, my phone started blowing up. When I answered, a voice that had become a total nightmare to me rang through the speaker.
“Baby London? I hope that dick of a husband didn’t discover our little secret,” he starts talking and I hang up.
“London!!” I scream out my lungs, seeing red.