***ZANE’S POV***
“You need to keep your head low, I will go get Micah, and together, we live,” I explain.
London is fully awake now, she is cold, thus, I wrap a t-shirt around her, helping her into comfy shorts.
“I will call for backup, but we need to leave, especially when we don’t know who we have outside,” the words leave my lips as I put on some clothes too.
When the bullets stop, I pull London by the arm and she complies. Downstairs, I notice two of my men on the ground. I block London from seeing them.
“What is the matter?” London’s little voice sounds behind me.
“Nothing you should see. This way,” I order dragging her behind me.
“Micah?” London calls out when we pull into his quarters.
“Hey! I heard the bullets. What do we do?” he asks his eyes bright with anger.
“We try to reach the garage. They would burn us in here if we didn’t try to escape,” I say frowning.
“Hum! Go ahead, I will avert them,” as the words leave Micah’s lips, London starts whimpering, her hand coming to cover her mouth.
“No, Micah. We need to leave,” she cries out.
“Not now, baby,” I say, dragging her along with me.
As I open the door, Micah starts shooting. Bullet guns are heard and I use that as a diversion to enter the garage.
“When I open the door, I want you to slide in as far as possible, we need to be guarded or we will die,” I give out the plan, making sure London understands me.
“Please, let us not leave Micah here,” she hiccups.
“No one is going to be left behind if you listen to instructions,” I blurt out.
For a moment, I expect her to argue, but she just nods.
I crack the door open and London rushes out to the car, when she is safe inside, I make my way there.
“The car is bulletproof, but we need to wait for Micah. Once he is here, we leave. Your head needs to be on the low at all times. I can’t risk losing you in a crossfire,” I mutter knocking my guns again.
“Do you think they are here for me? I hate Miguel and Paolo. What they did to me the last time I was in their care, I almost died,” London’s soft words fill the car.
I pause, staring at her, my eyes glossy with anger.
“Those were the men who took you from the hospital?” I demand raising my brows.
She nods slightly.
My blood starts chilling as I pinch the steering wheel. All I see is red. I knew London had been abducted from the hospital, but I don’t know who did it. If those bastards are here to try and complete the job.
“I will protect you, London, you have my honor on that,” I exhale.
A banging sound makes us startle, then, I see Micah’s face paint the tinted glass. Opening the door, he enters, keeping a low profile.
“We have been attacked, keep your eyes on the road,” I say using my chin to direct the gates.
“I will take down anyone who tries to get closer to my sister,” Micah blurts out.
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***LONDON’S POV***
My heart is beating fast, it is breaking my heart to know that men are out here who are trying to kill me, to hurt Zane, and I don’t even know what to think.
As the garage gates open, Zane breaks through with the speed, riding straight to the gate. It gives way and he drives down the street.
“Reaper? Good God, where are you when I need you the most?” Zane’s pained voice calls out into the speaker as he takes a bend.
“We are coming up the main street. The good have been alerted. I bet some Russians asked them to keep out of the street fights. The fuckers. The mafias underground are putting the men out from the north angle. The penthouse is free,” he mouths, and I feel tears streaking down my face.
“Shit! Not now,” I hear Micah’s pained voice say behind and I turn around to see my brother’s hand in his abdomen, covering part of his rib as blood is smeared around it.
“Sweet Devil,” I mutter as I push my head backward, staring at him.
“No, no, please,” my voice shivers as I stare at Micah.
“It doesn’t hurt, London, and before you start fusing, I am fine. It is just a little scratch,” he says, hoping to convince me.
“No, you are not. Stop lying please,” I beg as I look at Zane.
Three bullets hit the car and thank God the glass holds it but we aren’t lucky enough because on the next turn, two cars are waiting for us, constantly shooting at us.
“Reaper, where are you? The car is under attack, I do not think we will come out of it alive,” Zane’s strained voice goes blank as a bomb blows off in a corner and the men have fire on their bodies.
A rippled scream escapes my lips and Zane drives through the flames. Looking out of the car, I see it there, plain.
The one man I would gut if given the chance.
“Michael Logan,” I whisper, more to myself, shock evident in my voice.
I blink and he isn’t there, only smoke and void from the men screaming behind.
Zane drives to the hotel, the penthouse on the top is where he leads us. I grab Micah’s arm, circling it around my waist.
“Stay with me, please, Micah,” I say.
Helping him to a bed, I stare with eyes as he looks very pale. It seems like all the blood stopped circulating from his body.
“Micah? Please…” I whimper, going on my knees beside the bed.
Zane is pacing the room as a doctor walks into the room. He looks wounded as leans across the wall, watching the little display.
My heart bleeds for my brother.
Zane doesn’t touch me, he takes out his phone, calls, and walks out of the room.