***LONDON’S POV***
Fear grips through my body when I discover that Michael isn’t here to save me. No, he is here to hurt me, and I dread it.
“Why? Tell me why you are hurting me, Michael.
“Because I hate your entire family. They killed my father, made him act like a fool before ditching him out. You don’t do that to people who swore their lives to you,” Mike says anger flirting in his eyes.
“No, this must be a misunderstanding, let me go,” I beg, hoping that he listens.
A cruel laughter escapes from the bastard’s lips as he paces the floor.
“You think so, London? The Vincenzos ruined my life, there is nothing they can do that will redeem themselves before me,” he blurts out anger flashing behind his eyes.
I knew then that Michael had never cared about me, I was only a pawn in his hate game between me and the Vincenzos. Thinking about it made my blood boil.
“You know Zane will kill you, right?” I ask my brows quirking painfully upward.
“Shut up!” Mike says slapping me hard across the cheeks.
“Argh!” I cry out in pain, my hair dashing out to cover my face.
“That dick of your husband is going to fall into my trap and I wouldn’t use more than a second to kill him,” Mike says, his hand coming to grip the back of my head.
“I thought you were a friend, Michael, I trusted you and tried my best to protect you from Zane’s wrath. Whereas all you wanted was to destroy my husband? You are a coward and a piece of trash,” I fire out.
The next punch I receive is on my nose, I feel the crack of the bones as blood starts gushing out of the nose that had barely stopped bleeding after their goons slammed my head across the hood.
I scream and trash my body, hurdling with pain, my throat tightening with Mike’s grasp on it.
When I am a few seconds from losing my sanity, Enzo taps Mike on the shoulder, letting him know that it is enough.
“We don’t want to kill her and start a war with the mafias, do we?” Enzo asks frowning.
Michael recovers slightly, just enough to let me breathe and my lungs are filled with fresh breaths. My mouth is opening, helping me out as well.
“I don’t expect you to treat me like this,” I cry out.
Michael had always been the good guy, he was the saint I thought I needed when Zane got harsh at me. I don’t know if Zane has put things together and figured out that Michael is involved with my kidnapping, then, I am going to die.
This pain is too much.
“We are going to play a small game, London. Don’t worry, it has to do with your husband keeping his side of the deal and you staying alive, and your fucking baby,” he says.
The blade Michael had in his hand was dangerously close to my stomach and I didn’t fight him because it left me no space to move without slicing myself into the blade.
I sniff, finding it hard to do so.
“Whh… what game?” I manage to ask, keeping my breaking level, unless I want the blade to go into me.
A cocky grin appears on Michael’s face as he pushes me to my feet and the table, forcing my legs apart as he kicks into them.
I know this feeling and I don’t want it.
“Stop! Mike not fucking you,” I cry out begging with fear as I don’t want anything to happen to me.
“Start the call,” Michael orders as he flips my gown upward, revealing my dress.
“Who are you calling?” I ask fat ugly tears streaming down my face.
“Your husband, you whore,” he spits dry humping me.
***ZANE’S POV***
We’ve heard practically nothing from London or her kidnappers. Russell had said they would call if they had her hostage and wanted something from us.
But I haven’t had a moment of rest, I keep waiting for them to call.
I’ve had my men search the streets of Sicily to find my woman, every building should be swept but no one has seen them.
The underworld men will know Miguel and Paolo if we threaten them the right way, but we just haven’t met the right ones because I kill them when they seem to be bluffing.
Russell’s phone rings over dinner and he excuses himself to answer. The next thing we heard was him calling us to his office.
“Fuck! Zane, you wouldn’t love what we have here,” he says as I rush into his office, closing it behind me.
“What?” I ask rounding his table.
“The question should be who,” he says handing over the phone and I see a piteous video of London crying as Michael dry hump her, his hand roaming over her neck.
Mike looks at the camera, knowing that I am watching as he squeezes London’s gentle breasts, causing her pain.
What catches my attention is her battered face, blood spluttering over her nostrils.
“Fuck! Fuck! I swear, I will have your head and your heart in a platter before the night ends,” I threaten and London seems to hear my voice.
“Zane? Is that you?” a fresh wave of tears erupts from her throat as she cries, wanting me to help her.
“Oh, baby! It’s me,” I say, and the connection wavers.
“Come on, not now, please,” I beg the internet to behave and the next thing I see is Enzo and Riley in London, taking turns teasing her sexually.
Russell’s hands are in a fist and Rio is pounding at the wall behind me. Alex stays calm, but the grinding of his teeth is what makes me know that he is mad as well.
“Stop! Stop that at once. What do you people want?” I ask my body shivering with anger.
Michael’s eyes are on the phone as he watches me watch them make London hurt. The next thing he does is flip her over and grab a knife, pointing it to her baby bump.
“How about I cut this baby off, Zane?” he demands dragging the blade across London’s stomach enough to draw blood.
I lost myself and bashed the phone across the room yelling and drawing things far away from me.
“Calm down, Zane,” Russell says.
I swirl around at him, anger flashing my features.
“My fucking wife is about to be raped and killed and you tell me to stay calm? The fuck Russell?” I say walking away from the room, slamming the door hard behind me.