***ZANE’S POV***
My face brightens up as I watch the little fetus on the screen.
While London was asleep, I made my men bring in the machines that were needed for my office. It might not have been complicated, but it had cost a small fortune.
I don’t care, as long as what I want is being able to happen. Like this scene in front of me, I feel London’s face split into a heartwarming smile.
“I love this,” I hear London say beside me.
“Me too,” I reassure her.
A few pics are taken, and printed out. Dr. Tom hands it over to me and I shake his hand as I walk him towards the door.
After settling him off, he tells me how he wants London to take her drugs.
“In case of any complications, you can call me,” Dr. Tom says.
“Thank you,” I say watching him slide into his car.
Micah stands beside me as I stare at the doctor’s leave.
“I want to appreciate you for all you do for London,” Micah murmurs scratching his head.
“I will do anything for her, but that doesn’t exclude the fact that we aren’t on a clean sheet,” I exhale, turning to face I’m
The bastard raises his hand upward, placating me to know he is harmless.
“I know, Zane, besides, we left our discussion hanging earlier,” Micah calls out as I make my way to the house.
I slide behind the bar and start pouring us a drink. Micah stays on the other side of the bar, his eyes on me.
“How did London manage to get here?” I demand sliding the glass towards him.
After a long sip from his drink, Micah starts pouring out everything to me.
“When London called and asked me to help her out of Sicily, I didn’t ask questions because I knew you had hurt her,” he stops when I cuss.
“I will never hurt, your sister on purpose, you should know that by now,” I tell him angrily.
Micah has his eyes on my face, studying my features for a while.
“I know you wouldn’t, but when I helped London here, I saw the fear in her hands. She had bouts of sleepless nights,” he let out softly.
My eyes dim at that, gripping my hand and relaxing it, I struggle to fight the anger in me.
“I thought she was dead. London had been kidnapped a few days before her disappearance. She thought I didn’t look for her. By the time we had a location, it was too late,” I explain.
London’s brother stares at me for a long time, his eyes searching for the truth in them. I don’t know what he sees but he comes towards me and gives me a half hug.
“I believe you, Zane,” he lets out.
Micah doesn’t know how much those words reassure me.
“Who is that bastard that hurt my sister?” he demands anger causing his nostrils to flare.
“His name is Michael Logan. The asshole has lived more than I would let,” I say.
I go on about linking what I know about Michael, explaining everything to him.
“His link to the Antonovs is what I can’t link up yet, but I did kill Riley Antonov. His brother must have known by now, which means London is still at a potential risk,” I huff the words.
Micah’s eyes widen in shock, hearing that his sister is in danger makes his protective side prominent.
“What do the Antonovs know? Do they think you saved her?” he asks.
I shake my head in negation. “They know she left, but nothing else was confirmed because I thought her dead,” I conclude.
I explain how Riley had said they had raped my wife to dead. Anger flashes on my features as I look away.
“If Enzo and Logan involved the other Russians, we might be dealing with a Mob war,” Micah blurts out pulling his hair in frustration.
“Of course, it is a good thing we are here in Lake Side City, where most of my men can be a source of protection to London. Her security needs to be heightened,” I tell Micah.
Something clicks to his mind and he says it quickly.
“London never has to go near the windows of the house. What if they hired snipers to do the dirty work for them? That beast will come finding her the second they sniff her here, Zane. They will break you,” he mutters.
I nod in comprehension. The more London stays here, she becomes a hit to the Russians. And fuck! Those men have good torpedos. In other words, hitmen.
We are still discussing when my cell phone blows off.
I grab it and press the green button for the answer.
“Zane Vincenzo,” I hear the familiar voice of a torpedo I know.
My blood runs cold
“Christian Molka,” I reply my blood churning.
In flesh and blood.
“May I know why I have this call?” I ask closing my eyes and waiting for his reply.
“I was giving a work and the file was against you. Or more, your wife,” Christian says as he plays with a file before him.
A couple of messages enter my phone and I check it out.
London’s smiley face pops over my screen.
“Fuck!” I blurt out. Since the phone was on speaker, Micah joined me behind the club and he took a look at his sister’s face.
His face turns a bright shade of red.
“And you are calling me to confirm that you will see to it?” I ask.
I had done a favor for Christian Molka a few years ago. Je was caught and was going to be sentenced to death. His friends had come to me because I had a strong hold on the judge who was handling his case.
That was how I saved his ass that year and the rest is history.
“I haven’t met your lovely wife, but they offered me three million as a front payment to get the job done. My balance, which was going to be two million was going to be sent after the job completion,” he finishes.
I had bit the inside of my gums so hard that I felt the blood touch my tongue.
“You took the job? Is that why you are calling to tell me? That we should watch out for you?” I inquire closing my eyes from the shock.
“No. Jesus! Heck no! I will never do such a thing to you, Zane Vincenzo and you know it. But I can’t guarantee about other men in my line of work. Five million is a good catch to blow your woman’s head off her head,” Christian let out, a small breath gushing out of her mouth.
I start pacing the bar, drinking the whiskey from my glass. With a nod of my head, Micah did a refill this time and I gulped it down in one go.
“Damn it,” I say angrily.
“I just wanted to let you know because I have a debt to pay to you, Zane. I owe you my life. I will try to stop other men if I know who has taken the job. I promise you, nothing will happen to your wife under my watch,” Christian says.
“I’ve got it. Thank you,” I say and hang up.
The call was from a strange caller, thus, I didn’t register it. My head is spinning and I feel like the world is coming to an end.
“You need to calm down, Zane,” Micah says trying to calm me down.
“I need to protect my wife from those psychopaths,” I bit out angrily.
“Yes, but you need your strength to do so,” he instructs me.
“Go and check on your sister for a while, please. Make sure everywhere is locked and secured. I will call my men to stand as bodyguards. No one goes closer to the doors or windows,” I lay out my plan.
“Yes, Boss,” Micah says in a mock salutation.
As I watch his back disappear, I take delight in drinking into a stupor. I don’t know how long I spend at the back but I reek of alcohol by the time I make it to bed.
London has the bedside lamp on and she grumbles the moment I walk into the bedroom.
“Eww! You reek of alcohol,” she lets out wrinkling her nostrils.
“I am sorry, Miss Perfect, but I just want to sleep, okay? So, you either scout away let me sleep or you walk out of the room as gently as possible,” I bark out.
London’s horrified features get to me and I open my mouth to apologize but London turns off the light and turns her back to me, pretending to be asleep.
Getting into bed behind her, I pull her to my side, making sure she feels my heat against her back.
“Don’t,” she barks out.
“I have no power in fucking you, drunk. I just want to feel my woman’s body against mine, okay? So forgive me if I come acting like a caveman. Good night, wife,” I say kissing her neck and sleeping at once.
It is a long time before I hear London’s gentle snores beside me, signaling that she is sleeping. I snuggle farther closer to her body, inhaling her warmth and making it feel so good.
**
***LONDON’S POV***
Snuggling with Zane is the best part of waking up in the morning. I enjoy how innocent he is when he sleeps, and as I glare at him, I place a kiss on Zane’s lips.
He reciprocates at once, sweeping me out and kissing the shit out of me.
We come up for breath and those beautiful brown eyes pierce through mine.
“You are supposed to be sleeping, little girl, not play dirty with daddy,” he says rubbing his hand up and down my body.
It feels good to be like this, I have missed the warmth of a man between my legs. I make it my mission to tease Zane, to see how far I can take it before he cracks.
“How did, Daddy sleep?” I ask softly, pushing my hand beneath his pants and then, finding his cock.
“Naughty, huh?” he questions teasing me.
I giggle and grind my waist against his cock and he grips my thigh groaning.
“You don’t want to do that,” he says trying to put me down.
I pout and lean forward, using my hands to grab Zane’s waist.
“I am horny,” I whine and I watch Zane close his eyes as his breathing accelerates.
“You sure are. Now, my cock is yours, what have you got?” he demands, urging me to go on.
“You don’t mean it, do you? Come on Zane, you are young to stop me when I am about to ride your cock,” I mouth out.
Zane gives me a small stare before he nods.
“Show me what you’ve got little girl,” he prompts and I giggle.
I easily take off my clothes and kiss Zane’s lips.
“Your hand above your head, please, Daddy. If you touch me now, I swear, I will cum,” I murmur and he complies after I have taken his shirt off.
I make a quick work of his trousers and then I slip into his cock.
“London,” Zane calls out as he looks at me.
“Just let me have my fun, please,” I beg as I start buckling.
I lean further and rocking my hips, I kiss Zane’s nipple.
“If you keep teasing me, I swear, I won’t last,” he says warmly.
I chuckled, hiding my smile.
“You love teasing me,” he says.
“And I have missed this,” I murmur.
Zane snaps and his fingers grip my ass as he buckles his hips upward, fucking sanity out of me.
“Owh! Oh!” I cry out.
Zane is the perfect example of topping from the bottom. As I cry out in pleasure, he chuckles, finding it pleasure-wise that I love him being in control.
Two thrusts and I am a whimpering mess. I cry out in ecstasy as I fall into Zane’s tight muscles.
Flipping me over, Zane feasts on my breast, kneading the other one as I cry out.
Cupping my pussy, I feel how it drips with Zane’s cum.
“Wet. Are you wet for, Daddy?” he teases, chuckling.
“More,” I order.
Zane turns me until my back is facing his chest and he forces me to look at him.
“Let me have your lips,” he says and as I pull my head backward, I have my lips parted as he kisses me.
“You taste like whiskey,” I chuckle lightly.
“I had a few glasses to drink last night. I am sorry that I drank too much and got drunk,” he apologizes.
He pushes his still wet and hard cock into my pussy and rocking it gently, I feel Zane rearranging my organs.
“I was so scared when I heard Riley say you were dead,” Zane blurts out as she rocks his hips behind my ass.
He has my hair in his fist as he pushes me back, everything is perfect and I open my mouth to soft whimpers.
“I am going to kill everyone that had hurt, little London, I swear,” he says.
Pumping his seed into me, I derive my second orgasm.
“Four more to go,” Zane orders.
We try out different positions and we end with a reverse cowgirl.
“Ride me, London, show daddy what you have got,” Zane cheers me up.
With my body twisted on top of his, I derive pleasure fucking Zane. Being in control of him somehow.
“I love how you make me feel. Always,” I say closing my eyes.
When I come this time, I squirt a lot as I collapse on Zane’, panting heavily.
“Daddy,” I cry out gently.
“Yes, London,” he says rubbing my back smoothly.
“My pussy hurts,” I moan crying.
“That is what happens when you mess with daddy’s cock. Now, come here, I need to inspect it,” he orders.
Parting my legs, I feel Zane check out my swollen woman bit, he flicks my hardened clit with his finger and then, legs it.
“Ougph! That feels amazing,” I mutter.
“I know it does, get some rest and we will talk when you wake up, we will have an adult conversation,” he tells me.
“Is it about being touched?” I ask.
“Where are you?” he inquires his eyes roaming my face.
“No. I passed out with how violently Michael was hitting me. I bet he was more interested in getting to you than getting into my pants,” I exhale.
Zane just stares at me for a while, then, he nods his head.
“We have something else to talk about,” he says sliding out of bed.
“Like what?” I demand raising my head.
“Like your safety. Rest or you will be insulting me,” he balks out.
“Insulting you? Huh?” I stare at him.
Zane walks back to me, his eyes directly on mine. His mouth beside my ears, he whispers out to me.
“That your daddy did a shitty job fucking you six times, drawing out an orgasm at the end,” he murmurs.
I inhale with flare and Zane chuckles.
“I thought as much. Now, get some rest,” he orders giving me a peck on the cheek.
As Zane enters the bathroom, I close my eyes and sleep. I drift to a land where Zane pleasures me several times until everything in my head is blinded by my lust.
“I bet my knight always finds me,” I sleep with those sweet words against my lips.