***LONDON’S POV***
“Something happened, but Russell wouldn’t let me on what that is,” Casey says frowning.
“Where is him?” I demanded.
“He left before the rising of the sun, I bet he had an errand to run,” she says sipping from her mug.
After breakfast, I notice Reaper heading downstairs and heading towards the door.
“Reaper?” I call out as I looked shocked.
He stops, his jaws ticking harshly.
“Yes, London?” he replies drawing his hand into his hair.
He stops looking at me as his eyes move towards his legs.
“Hey, you are here, aren’t you supposed to be with Zane?” I inquire noting that something is wrong.
“He asked me to come home and rest. But I have to go now, I’ve had enough sleep,” he says.
“Come have breakfast then, I will grab you a cup of coffee,” I say grabbing the sleeves of his shirt and pulling him gently towards the kitchen.
As I started on frying bacon and eggs, I switched on the coffeemaker.
“Tell me, Reaper, what’s going on?” I ask as I prepare a plate for him, passing it before his face.
I make a cup of coffee for myself.
“Nothing the boss can’t handle, Ma’am,” he says plainly, stuffing his mouth with food.
I know Reaper to not be the one to tease me like this, but I need to know what is going on, Zane seems to be hiding something from me.
What?
“Where did you say you were heading to?” I ask my frows furrowing together.
I watch Reaper chew and swallow at the end, he takes a huge gulp from his coffee mug before replying.
“To the hospital,” he relaxes his shoulders.
I inhale roughly.
“Why? Is anything the matter?” I ask genuine concern filled in my face.
“Sinner got shot,” he says, finishing to eat.
“Holy shit! Sinner what?” I ask tears streaming down my face.
“Please, London, don’t cry. Zane didn’t tell you?” he questions knowing that he has really fucked up by giving me that piece of information.
“No, he didn’t. He was focused on getting some sleep last night,” I blurt out angrily.
That explains the blood, why he went to the bathroom to clean up and not slide into the bed behind me.
Was he ever going to tell me?
“Oh, please, London, don’t cry. Zane is going to hurt me if he knows I made you cry,” he says.
A wobbly smile spread across my lips but I let it slide down, letting my pained demeanor crease my forehead.
“Can I go to the hospital with you? What happened to you?” I ramble, wanting to know these answers.
“No, you can’t come to the hospital with me, London, if Zane didn’t inform you, he sure as fuck didn’t want you to worry too much,” Reaper says.
“I need to come with you, Reaper, Please,” I beg softly.
I knew this was putting Reaper in a spot, Zane was going to be mad at him for that, but I don’t care, he needs to know that I at least need to know how Sinner is doing.
“Please?” I repeated.
“Fine, let’s go,” I mutter out gently.
I am glad that he finally accepts and with that, we head out to the hospital.
*
At the hospital, Reaper signs in and collects the visitor’s badge we are going to use, we head to the guest room and then, I notice Zane talking to Sinner in hush voices.
He doesn’t notice me at first, I just stand there, staring at them. Reaper clears his throat and Zane turns around to stare at us.
“What is she doing here?” Zane asks fiercely, turning around to stare at Reaper. The son of a bitch snubbed me.
“Come on, Zane, I can’t, asked Reaper to bring me here,” I saw standing in front of him.
I steal a glance at Sinner and he looks in pain.
“Hey, Sinner,” I greet.
“Why are you here?” he asks sounding angry.
I frown, my nose crinkling as I stare at him pointedly.
“I came because I heard Sinner was shot. Want to tell me what happened?” I throw out at him.
He steps closer to me, grabbing me by the arm.
“Come with me. This way,” Zane blurts out pulling me out of the room and down the corridor.
“Ouch! You are hurting me,” I whimper as I try pulling my arm away.
Zane didn’t bulge, he doesn’t even give a fuck if he hurts me or not, when he enters a check in room, he looks at the nurse and orders angrily.
“You both get out now, I need a word with me wife. If you have sense, let no one get in here,” he says.
The nurses opened their mouths to argue but Zane’s stern face stopped them as he hands over a wad of cash.
“Out! now!” he bellows.
They scramble away and I hear the door click behind me.
“You can’t be rude to nurses, they didn’t do anything wrong,” I let out.
“Oh, no, but you did,” Zane says eye fucking me.
“What did I do? You came in last night like a thief, hurt me, and left this morning like you were never there, what the fuck was that?” I shout angrily.
“London, you don’t get it,” Zane says trying to calm me down.
“No, because you wouldn’t let me. Were you planning on letting me in on this little secret? It would have been you that would have been shoot!” I yell.
“Calm down, please,” he says softly.
“No, I am not going to calm down, and don’t even try making me do so, you asshole,” the words escape my lips before I can even stop it.
“Stop!” Zane warns frowning.
“Or what?” I force out.
Instantly, Zane was on me, his hand forming a collar around my neck as he pushes me on the table.
I whimper, staring at Zane’s fierce expression.
“Shut up, London, I don’t want to hurt you,” he blurts out angrily.
I gasp in shock, not believing my ears.
“Hurt me, Zane. Do it,” I push him.