***LONDON’S POV***
I heard Zane screaming out my name and I knew something was wrong. I was in the kitchen helping the women when I got startled.
“Where the fuck is London?” I hear Zane growls.
“London?” Don Russell’s voice cuts into the large kitchen and I get terrified.
Two men are trying to restrain a fighting Zane as he barges into the kitchen.
“Let me go, Alex, I don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours,” he barks out.
Our eyes meet and I know Zane knows. He just happened to know.
“Zane…?” I call out as he succeeds in breaking out of his cousin’s grasp.
“Come here, you little slut,” he grits out as his hand digs into my hair.
I cry out in pain, tears already slipping down my cheeks.
“That hurts, Daddy,” I call out as he drags me out of the kitchen, hauling me up the stairs, not caring if I was following or not.
Of course, I was behind him, he wouldn’t let me fall with how strong his hold on my head was, fuck! He wouldn’t let me go at fucking all.
“Zane? What is the matter?” Don Rio asks but Zane ignores him, slamming the door as we enter the room. I hear the lock click as Zane releases me.
“Who did you message using my phone?” he asked.
I gasp audible.
“Shit!” I whisper under my breath.
“Yeah! Shit. I will ask you one last time and then, you give me an answer or you are as good as dead to me,” he fires out.
“Daddy,” I call out softly.
“London, Who the fuck did you use my burner phone to message?” he demands, breathing through his nostrils, trying hard to regulate his breath.
I shake my head, taking eager steps backward until I get trapped by his huge body. Zane looks ready to kill, but I don’t think he is going to hurt me, or is he?
“Please, Daddy, calm down,” I beg him.
“Why don’t we cut on the Daddy bullshit, huh, little girl?” he fires out angrily.
My eyes bulge out, I don’t know if he is kidding or not, but with that expression on his face, I know as fuck that man isn’t kidding.
“Fine. No one. If I were you, I wouldn’t push this conversation again,” I say angrily.
Was this what Michael was trying to warn me about? Is Zane being a danger to me?
Fuck! How hadn’t I noticed Zane was so toxic to me? Or am I the toxic one?
Several questions shit the back of my mind, I want to know too, but it isn’t just working, I just get frustrated with all these shits going on.
Pushing past Zane, I made it halfway before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the wall, I hit my head and burst out crying.
“Hey! Hey! London, stop crying,” he warns.
I looked into Zane’s eyes and saw genuine fear reflecting in those deep coffee brown eyes, I knew I had a hold on him, now, I just wanted him to leave me alone.
“Stop, Zane, you are just making matters worse, leave me alone, please,” I beg him.
He hesitated, so, I cried out some more, adding grief to my voice.
Zane removes his hands from me, he doesn’t touch me as well and as he walks towards the door, Zane stares back at me.
“We aren’t done about this conversation young lady. Now, you will stay in this room until I come for you. You will have it hot if I come around and you aren’t in here, London,” he bites out angrily.
“You fucking dickhead son of a bitch. I hate you,” I scream out at the closed door, not giving a damn if Zane was there or not.
I just went straight on insulting him until I couldn’t anymore.
Then, I rushed to the bed, and digging my face into the pillow, I wept. I cry for the man I love so badly, for the man whom I would give my everything to.
I need to leave him for sure. I need to know what Mike has to say about Zane and if it is really bad, I will take him to the police and be damned about the results.
*
One hour later I heard happy sounds downstairs, Zane hadn’t come back for me, so, I was alone in there.
I had put on a dress, it was purple and had yellow sunflowers on it. It just cut rightly at the center of my thighs, showing off just enough legs.
Of course, I had long legs, just the right amount to make a man blush.
I tried opening the door but it was locked.
“Fuck you, husband,” I cuss out, fighting back the tears threatening to fall out of my eyes.
I will never shed a tear for him anymore. If he doesn’t want me as his little girl, that is good, I might just as well find myself a new Daddy.
Seven p. m. Was fast approaching, and I had to meet Michael behind the tree.
Opening the balcony door, I noticed I was on the second floor, thus, getting down would be a small struggle, I could do it though. I went back to the table and scribbled off a note for Zade.
I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE MAD AT ME, BUT I CAN’T LEAVE WITH YOU, KNOWING THAT I WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO CALL YOU DADDY. I WILL BE GOING IN SEARCH OF A NEW DADDY, DO NOT LOOK FOR ME, ZANE.
LOVE,
LONDON.
I kissed the paper with my nude lipstick and left it folded on the neat bed.
I struggled with the balcony, using most of the new sheets I saw in the closet. I tightened it strongly to help as a rope and went down.
I dash out into the vast mansion’s backyard and run to the tree.
“Hey, princess, I see that you’ve made it, and you are on time,” Michael’s dark voice calls out, causing me to halt.
His eyes glint with something, probably mischief.
“I had to jump through the balcony, I could have lost my life in the process,” I start arguing with him.
Michael just smiles at me and pulls me closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
He kisses the tip of my nose and I shudder. I take a step backward and look at him in the face.
“What is it you want to show me about my husband?” I ask him fear starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
If we are been watched and Zane catches me here with Michael, the fucker wouldn’t only be killing Mike, but I will sure as fuck be following him to his grave.
Bile hit the back of my throat just thinking about it.
“Come on, London, chill, now, come this way,” he says.
We were at the maze, why the fuck this villa had a maze above me, but we didn’t go through it, rather, there was a small built-in door to the side that was like a tunnel.
“This way,” Michael says as he waits for me to go first.
I look at him, my eyes widening in shock as I start shaking my head.
“No! No… Hell no… I can’t get in there, what if there are snakes and…” I trail when Michael raises his brows.
“Are you trying to make your husband see you here talking to a man? Worse more, me? come on, princess, get in,” he urges.
Releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding in, I get into the passage.
Michale is closely behind me and he closes it. After ten minutes of crawling on my hands and feet, I reached an entrance and when I popped my head out, I was outside the gates, about a two minute walk from the house.
Michael comes out behind me and shuts the end of the tunnel this way.
“How… Uhm… How did you discover this?” I ask in shock.
It looks like a passageway a family would use when they are escaping. What I don’t know is how Mike got his hands on such a piece of powerful information.
“This way,” he says, literally brushing aside my question.
Nodding, I follow him behind.
His car was parked and I got into it, watching him drive out of the road, leading me to wherever it was.
Sicily at night was beautiful, the lights were lit and fantastic, I love watching it.
I don’t know where Michael takes me to because I start feeling sleepy. I close my eyes only for a second and I feel the car being parked.
“London? Come on, open your eyes, baby, we are here,” Michael blurts out.
I shrug my shoulders, opening them all together to stare at him.
“Where are we?” I ask, my voice shaking as everywhere around us is dark.
A few streetlights were here and there, otherwise, the place didn’t prove to have life.
“This is your husband’s secret, London. And it is one of many. Follow me, I will show you,” he tells me.
I get out of the car, yawning so broadly.
When I hold my breath, frantically, waiting to know what my husband’s secret is.
The warehouse before me is large and there are several others, but this one is visibly bigger than the rest.
“This way,” Michael instructs.
I walk to his side and when Mike cracks a door open, I wonder where the security guards are.
“Wouldn’t we get caught?” I ask fear evident in my voice.
“Shh!” Mike shush me out.
I nod, feeling stupid when he doesn’t see me because it is dark.
Inside, Mike cracks a light and shows me. I see polythene bags everywhere in the warehouse and I look at Michael, confusion evident in my voice.
“What is that?” I question.
“What do you think it is?” he asks, and my brows crease in confusion.
“I don’t know,” I say.
We stop in front of a bag and Michael brings it to me and I sniff it.
The white powder enters my nostrils and I see heaven. I see the angels clapping for me as I start sneezing and coughing.
My wind pipes start closing up on me as tears squeeze out of my eyes.
“Fuck, London. You weren’t meant to overreact to the drug,” Michael says.
Drug? Fucking drug?
As I look at Michael, fighting hard to catch my breath, I can’t believe what I just heard.
“This warehouse is filled with drugs?” I question still not believing my ears.
“Yes. Zane Vincenzo owns this,” he mutters.
My head starts pounding hard, I think I am going to pass out because I can’t even fucking breath.
“Please, take me out of here, and take me far away from that demon of a man,” I beg, letting the tears flow freely down my cheeks.
I was crying hard, I knew what I was going through.
Pain.
“Yes, London. Thank fuck you are coming to reason,” he says as he holds me around the waist, taking me with him.
I don’t ask any questions as Michael locks the doors, helps me to the car, and then, ignites the car, driving it out of this place.
I can’t control my feelings anymore and the pregnancy hormones must be playing a trick on me because I bawl my eyes out as I feel like the world is going to crash above me.
“Please, don’t cry, London, you didn’t know you married a notorious criminal. I bet the shit he has going on in Lake Side City is disastrous since he is based there,” he says.
I feel my throat tightening on me. I want to breathe, and then, it is hard, this becomes so difficult that I scream and I feel Michael driving out of the main path and going.
“Fuck, we no longer have breaks,” he yells, and then, unbuckling his seatbelt, I watch with terror as Michael dodges out of the car.
In front of me was a tree, and the screams in the car were all mine.
I twisted the steering and it turned several times before hitting hard on the tree trunk.
“Fuck!” the shock was exploding.
The car was upside down and blood was dripping from somewhere, I don’t know where.
The shape of my hand was in the opposite direction and I opened my mouth to scream when I couldn’t find my voice.
It was blank. Just pure bleakness.
Dizziness clouds me and the sounds of blaring sirens are the last thing I hear before darkness takes total control over me.