***ZANE’S POV***
The shipment last night went okay, I was glad because I wasn’t needed there. While Sinner was at the warehouse, I left Reaper here with me on purpose.
“How many hours?” I ask as he hands me my fifth cup of coffee.
“Fourteen hours,” he replies.
My body was fidgeting now, I wanted to see my wife. Was the surgery successful?
I walked over to the desk, a new nurse now on seat, she has seen me probably ten times in the last three hours.
“My wife? Isn’t the doctors supposed to be out now? How is London?” I ask.
Whatever the nurse was going to say was cut short when the red beep of the Emergency room started beeping so fast. A staff of nurses started passing in line.
“Back up, we need back up! The patient is slipping away,” I heard it.
I knew who was slipping away. I caught a make nurse that came out of the emergency room, his face betraying no emotions.
“Back up!” he screamed at the nurses sternly. They all started running towards where he had left.
I grab him by the arm, my face portraying fear.
“What is going on in there?”
“I can’t tell you anything now, but if you are the lady’s family, what I can advice is to pray for her. She might not survive…” the words were cut short when the nurse shook his head, not wanting to give more.
“Save the baby! Fuck! Save the baby!” A loud voice yelled out and the first dashes out of my wrists.
The alarm beeps and then everything stops. I feel my chest swelling immediately that I can’t see more than the five feet ahead of me. My head is equally a dark place, filled with confusion.
“No! No! No!” I start pacing through the room, scattering things.
“Mr. Stop! You have to stop destroying stuffs if not you will have to pay for the damage goods,” I head a nurse says.
“Call security,” another replied when I growled at them.
Reaper’s face came to my line of vision and he tries to calm me down.
“Back off, I am in no mood to play with you,” I held out im anger.
Five security men came in and I start fighting them off. Then, came a blow on the side is my head. It was too hard.
“It is for the better,” Reaper advises as I feel a syringe hit my neck.
“Fuck you, Reaper, your head will taste my bullet first,” I promise as dizziness clouds me.
*
My head has a million sirens ringing through it when I wake up. This is not normal, but I feel called down.
“I want London!” the words leave my lips before I sit up straight.
The room spins a little, but I can manage to look around. Everyone is here now, and they had compassion in my eyes.
“London is dead,” Alexandro says.
I chuckle first, finding it funny.
“I know. She was going to die anyway,” I say.
They all look at me stunned, but then the words sink into my hear.
“London is dead?” I ask tears burning my eyes.
“Sorry, man!” Don Russell says as he lowers his head.
Tears pool down my cheeks as I peel off the needles from my skin, making it out of my room.
“Where is she?” I ask.
Rio walks out of the room, leading the way to the ward where I see a sleeping London. She looks pale, and when I touch her hand, it is very cold.
So damn cold.
“London? Come on, little girl, open your eyes, please,” I beg kneeling beside the bed.
I don’t hear any reply, just being greeted by silence. When I look back at my family, they all have this pain registered look, they feel extremely bad for me.
“London? I want to be your Daddy. Fuck! I will always be your Daddy. I said those words last night because I was mad at you,” I reply, unable to restrain the pain clutching at my chest.
“I can’t believe this! She is really gone,” Alex says softly.
I breakdown in grief, growling like a wild beasts. I wasn’t expecting this end when I said I didn’t want a dependable woman. I want to apologize for being a jerk to London.
She should just give me a second chance.
“The baby?” I ask looking at my family.
They shake their heads in disappointment.
“We are sorry, Zane. The doctors tried their best but your wife had lost so much blood already, or, it was her will to live that was just small,” Russell explains.
Although I find it hard to gulp down the darkest reality, I finally nod my head.
I still have London’s still body in my grasp, I brush her hair and kiss it gentle.
“I should have been a better husband for you, baby. Damn it, I should have seen what the others saw in you. Your pure heart, that is what Michael Logan saw and thought it wise to exploit it. I am sorry,” I apologize to London’s cold body.
I was finding it had to believe London dead, but here was the prove.
“The doctors were waiting for you to see her body, Zane. She will be moved to the morgue and where the funeral house will make arrangements to bury her wherever you wish that to be,” Don Russell says.
I close my eyes, the flashing pain too much for me to withstand. I just can’t let go of my woman. I won her fairly.
“Fine!” I mutter, kissing London on her lips.
It has been a while since she died. When I left London last night, there was so much life in her, she was planning to claw my eyes out of my body, now, here she is, ready to be transferred to the Morgue.
As a sharp pain hit my I fall to the ground holding my head.
When I open my eyes, I saw a cue of people fighting for my attention.
“It was a nightmare, Zane, come back to reality,”
And then, it became clear I was dreaming.