***ZANE’S POV***
The moment I walked into the house, I knew something was off.
“Micah?” I call out.
He had told me he was going out to run an errand. Reaper wasn’t at home, and London was supposed to be sleeping.
“London? Are you home?” I demand as I take the stairs twice at a time, entering the bathroom.
I see London standing by the window. It is wide open and fear churches my heart.
“Get down. Fuck! Get down,” I shout out as I rush towards her, practically dragging her out of the window.
She looks frightened at first and when she notices it is me, she frowns.
“What the heck, Zane? I was just admiring the flowers, they seem to have blossomed from the last time I saw it,” she says staring at me.
I bite my tongue, holding back everything I want to tell her.
“I don’t want you looking outside the window, not even standing near the door,” I instruct.
Her brows pile up in confusion as she stares at me.
“Why?” she asks.
“You must not question me, just do as you are told,” I yell out.
London gasps audibly, her eyes hovering around my features.
“I didn’t mean it. But I am serious,” I say.
“You were going to talk about something earlier, I woke up from sleep and didn’t see you in bed,” she fires. I love the spit coming out of her, but she will need to know that with me, she needs to tamp it down.
“Yeah! It involves your security. You wouldn’t leave the house, and if you should, a couple of bodyguards will be with you. No ditching them, London, and no putting them in trouble,” I state.
I watch as expected as London’s eyes widen with terror as she takes fervent steps backward.
“If not?” she demands.
“You wouldn’t be allowed to go out. I am sorry, but this is for your own good,” I tell her.
“I didn’t ask you to have problems with Michael Logan,” she snitches.
“You were his easy target. I could say you shouldn’t have been soft with him,” I bark out.
“Fuck you,” she screams at me.
I resist the feeling of going towards her and teaching her a lesson. I fight back my patience as I talk calmly.
“I mean it, London. I don’t even want to think about losing you,” the words leave my lips before I can bite it back.
“You don’t own me, Zane. Thus, you can’t tell me what to do,”
“But you seemed to have a different idea when I had my cock deep inside you earlier,” I state.
I watch how she sprinkles at my words, she stares daggers into my soul and I fight back a laugh.
“I want to go to the Park. Who are your goons I am going with?” she asks shaking her head in disappointment.
“They will start tomorrow. I can take you there myself if you want,” I mutter sounding nice.
Huffing, she nods her head.
London hasn’t fully recovered, but her mouth could use some washing, especially with the way she keeps teasing me.
**
London has a pair of blue strapless gown and a white pair of slippers. She looks beautiful. I grip her hand while walking side by side at the park.
London’s eyes shine with excitement as she sits on the swing and balances herself.
“I love it here,” London sighs out.
“Uh-huh!” I tease her as I push her swing front and back. When I stop, she leans close to my chest and I rub her hair.
“This is perfect weather for ice cream,” I exclaim.
“Ice cream? Yayyyy!” she giggles as we move to the closest ice cream shop.
“What flavor are you having?” I demand and she replies immediately.
“Dark chocolate and cookie flavor,” she says.
Her little side keeps playing rounds in her, I love how genuine she shows off these things, not fearing that I may judge her or not.
“Dark chocolate it is then,” I exclaim.
After the waiter serves us and leaves, I stare at London for a moment.
“Does your nose still hurt? Any pain you feel from your former attack?” I ask concern filling my voice.
“No,” her voice is tiny as she replies.
When I don’t utter a word, the silent stretches and London steal a glance at my hardened face.
“Do you want to readdress your reply?” I state.
“I am serious, Zane. Micah did what he could to patch me up when I came back home, I am alright,” she utters.
“You should have come to me, not your dickhead of a brother,” I blurt out rolling my eyes.
London burst out laughing, the sound us unexpected, but rich all the same.
“You were a potential source of danger, they knew where you were and were going to come for me, Zane. I did the only thing I knew best…” she trails her words, leaving me to complete it.
“To run away. And I have always told you that I will find you, honey,” I reply, my eyes buried in her face.
London starts laughing, so much so that her shoulders shake violently. That was when I knew she was crying.
“Shit!” I exhale.
Pulling London to my side, I carry her on my thighs. She whimpers a little and I pull her harder to my chest.
“Not in public, baby girl. You can’t cry in public,” I mouth out gently.
“Sorry, Zane. I shouldn’t be a crybaby. Especially when this is all my fault,” she stutters.
When London has a fit of her tears, she stares at me with wide eyes.
“Am I really in danger?” she questions fear tinting her voice.
I nod once.
“My men will protect you, London. I swear, no filthy hands will touch you again. I will chop their hands out myself before they can have a hold of you,” the words fill the space between us.
London giggles at whatever she is thinking about. She slides back to her chair and finishes her ice cream.
**
***LONDON’S POV***
I don’t know why Zane is practical about me having security, but I don’t argue. He wouldn’t bulge, and his decision has already been made.
It is past eight p. m. And I walk to Micah’s side of the house and climb into bed with him.
“Hey, baby sister,” Micah calls out and I smile broadly at him.
I hug him for a long time, and as we lay in each other’s embrace, he turns on the TV while we snuggle sweetly.
“Thank you for coming to my aid,” I tell him, sending my hand into the bowl of popcorn on his bed and munching on it.
“If going to hell to bring you back, you would see me fighting with the devil,” he states.
Micah returned shortly after my Park visit with Zane. I enjoy his presence, thus, why I am here.
“Let us watch a horror movie,” he says, flipping through the movie options.
“Halloween night?” he calls out as he turns on the volume.
A movie has never terrified me like this, and the more I scream the more Micah takes delight in scaring me. Finally, a knock on the door brings a pause to the movie.
Micah crosses the door to open it. A hard-faced Zane walks into the room, his face blank from any expression.
I had told him I was going to come watch a movie with Micah. What I don’t understand is his facial expression right now.
More like the pissed-off brother.
“Can you come to the room, London?” he demands, and Micah cackles.
Zane spares him a look and he walks away.
“But I was watching a movie,” I sneer.
Zane’s brows pulled upward in a weird manner and he wanted, to tap his foot gently against the floorboard.
“Up you go, London. Your husband needs you now,” Micah says as he walks towards me and pulls me out of the bed.
“Snitches get stitches,” I bite out as I hug him and keep the popcorn bowl.
“I know. Now, good night,” he supplies, letting me go.
Heaving gently, I take the lead to the room, leaving Zane to trail off behind me. Once inside the room, I attack him.
“Am I not allowed to visit Micah as well?” I ask frowning.
“Of course you are, I just want my wife here, spending quality time with her,” he says.
I cock a brow and Zane flashes me one of his boyish smiles.
“How am I not sure that you are jealous?” I ask munching on my popcorn.
“Is it a movie you want? You can watch one here,” he states again.
“I was doing fine there,” I state.
“No, you were shouting like a lunatic. I want you in my bedroom shouting your ass off. Don’t mind, I will console you,” he says.
I knew what Zane wanted. I wasn’t going to fight him no one bit.
“Okay, Let us watch it then,” I say.
Zane points to the bed for me to climb up and I do, but instead of sitting, I grab two pillows and crawl out of bed.
“But not without a pillow fight,” I shout as I attack Zane with a pillow.
He takes the second one I offered and throws a punch at me, I escape easily and whack his head with my pillow.
“You little tiger, stop!” he orders.
I laugh out heartily as I go towards him with full force, with the right technique, Zane hits my pillow from my hand and lands a light blow against my chest pushing me on top of the bed. He follows suit, his body forming close to might.
We stop, staring at one another with lust-filled eyes.