***ZANE’S POV***
I pulled into the parking lot with the speed of light as I made it inside. My brothers are closely behind as they join me, taking the stairs two at a time.
I need to feel the burn running in my lungs, if not, I might commit murder in a public place.
The ICU is at the bent and rounding it, I make my way to Sinner’s room.
“Where is she?” I asked bnging into the room.
“Who?” both men ask shock evident in their expressions.
“London. My wife of course,” I reply huffing.
Reaper’s eyes widen as he starts shaking his head.
“The recruits got her. Isn’t she supposed to be home?” he asks innocently.
I feel like a haze has dropped over me because I close my eyes, expecting the anger to pass, it seems to be missed with anger. My head instantly turned into a very dark place.
“This can’t be happening,”
“What is going on?” Sinner questions, pain evident in his features.
“London has been kidnapped. The man I tortured earlier confessed that he was just a diversion to let the Russians get their hands on my wife,” I blurt out.
Russell was making phone calls and I expected there to be a small hope because I wanted to kill those bastards who have their hands on my wife.
“I am sorry, boss,” Repear says punching his fist into the wall.
I know he thinks this is his fault, but he shouldn’t feel that way. If London wouldn’t have come out here, she wouldn’t have been a victim. Not only that, but she seems to be the target.
As I rush out of the ward, Rio and Alex tails me, heading towards Russell.
“This is an outright war the Russians are lodging on us. We wouldn’t let Enzo or his brother win. Never,” he says baring those white teeth of his outside.
“I will make sure to kill the bastard with my own hands. Whatever this is about, the fucker should know that my wife is off-limits,” I say matter of factly.
“Where is he hiding? We need to form a plan,” I tell Russell.
“No, Zane. We wouldn’t attack him like that, it is something irrational to do, instead, we will let Enzo reach out to us with the plan he has in his head, it can’t be worse than what we see, you know?” he says.
I shake my head violently, refusing to hear him out.
“We are talking about my wife here, and in case you have forgotten, she is pregnant and is carrying my baby,” I blurt out reminding Russell of the obvious.
“Of course, we know that. But, we need to be prudent, if not we might lose them both. Enzo is not a man to play with,” he calls out as I match down the hallway.
“Well, maybe the Antonovs should figure it out that they don’t mess with the Vincenzos either way. He will die just because he laid his hands on my wife,” I vow walking away, frustration evident in my stance.
***LONDON’S POV***
I don’t know how long I’ve been unconscious but the moment cold water splashed across my face, I widened my eyes, shock clouding my features.
“Fuck!” I cry out widening my eyes as I look alarmed.
“Wake up, princess, sleeping time is over,” the man in front of me blurts out as I look around, my fight or flight coming to the surface.
“Where am I?” I question, the tears at the back of my eyes coming to the surface.
I notice the man from earlier, Paolo and Miguel, the tears springing to my eyes.
“Let me go,” I yell fighting with everything I am worth.
A slap across my face makes me falter as I blink severally, tears streaking down my face.
“The boss wants her in the room, he will come to meet her there,” Paolo announces as Miguel pulls me away.
“Now, what if you do yourself a favor and allow me while you’ve still got the chance? I bet Zane will let you live if he knows you helped me escape,” I say trying to bribe my way out.
Miguel’s annoying laughter fills my ears and I shriek in pain as anger reeks through me.
“I don’t work for you, bitch,” he says grabbing me by the hair and leading me all the way into the house.
The room has a single window and it is up, very impossible to climb. It is also the only source of light in the room.
I am bound to the chair, my hands tied behind my back, it hurts, and I kick out. Miguel doesn’t give a damn about me because he leans further, making sure that my legs are attached to the chair.
“Stay here, I will be back soon,” he mutters out firmly.
Fear feels my cheat as I wait, not even knowing what I am waiting for.
*
I don’t know how long I stay in that room but by the time I hear the door slam, two unfamiliar faces I’ve never met walk into the room.
“London. Finally, we can put a face to that name,” the leaner man says, his eyes fucking my entire body.
“Who are you, and why sort me out?” I ask drowning.
“Don’t be rude now, we’ve barely introduced ourselves,” he says arranging his cufflinks.
“Enzo Antonov. This is Riley Antonov and it seems that you have something we want,” Enzo says as he states at me.
“Me? But I know no one here in Sicily_ apart from my husband and his family of course_” I say pain coursing through my body.
“That is what you think, little London,” Riley says clapping his hands.
The man who catwalks into the room is no other than Michael Logan.
“Oh my God! Michael, please help me. These men are crazy psychopaths, their goons have hurt me already,” I say, snorting blood out of my nostrils.
“I guess this is a familiar face you know,” Enzo says before punching me across the face.
I whine out in despair. These men should kill me and put me out of my misery.