***LONDON’S POV***
I walked behind Micah as he slipped into his room his eyes glossed as he wiped his hand over his face.
“What happened?” I ask staring at him like he is crazy.
“You aren’t supposed to be here and you know it, Zane will be mad.
“How about you stop being a bitch and just answer me?” I shot back, my eyes on Micah’s own, challenging him.
He puffs out silently and slides into his bed, not caring to take his shoes off.
“Zane is planning on going on a rampage to try to take Michael down. I opted to help and he cast me out,” he explains.
I know that must have bruised his ego, and I might also have heard a little much, but hearing it from my brother, my eyes widened in shock.
“Of course, you aren’t going, not with your side being damaged,” I explain rolling my eyes.
Micah has this shocked expression on his face as he stares at me.
“What?” I bark out.
“You didn’t seriously say that, did you? Is it because Zane is your husband?” he asks angrily.
“No, it is because you are an asshole. You can barely even take care of yourself, Micah, just stare here,” I say, throwing my hands in the air and pointing around.
Micah’s face was red, he looked ready to kill and as he turned his head to the side, I knew he wanted this conversation over with. Too bad, I was ready for it to end.
“I need to rest,” he says.
“No, you need us to have a conversation, I don’t want you trying stupid shit thinking it wouldn’t bite you in the ass,” I fire.
“What are you, my mother?” Micah asks raising his voice.
“You wish. I am just your sister trying to put sense into your thick skull because you wouldn’t think for yourself,” I was screaming now.
Micah’s face was a dull shade of red, he looked ready to explode, if I had any cells left in my head, this would be the moment I walked out of that door.
But no, I stood there in the middle of the room, my arms folded.
“Get out,” Micah shouts.
“Or what?” I taunt, my eyes fixated on his face as I push on every one of his nerves.
“Don’t make me do this, London, I don’t care what Zane would do to me,” Micah says as he starts walking towards me.
“What will you do, Micah?” I asked lifting my chin to face him.
Micah didn’t hesitate to slap me across the face and I screamed, falling on the carpet.
“You coward. You can hit me again,” I shouted as I stared at him, my face hurting with the sting of the slap I just received.
Micah towered around me, and as he grabbed me, the door to his bedroom opened and Zane barged in.
‘Wrong time,’ I thought out loud.
Tears were slipping out of my eyes and I only discovered when Zane asked,
“What the fuck is going on here? Why is London crying?” he inquires.
“I slapped her because she wouldn’t keep her mouth shut. She kept bitching about,” Micah says his eyes hard against Zane’s own.
I saw the tension in the men’s eyes, they looked ready to murder one another, and I managed to escape my brother’s grasp.
Taking a few steps backward, Zane’s massive hands clutched around my waist as he stared at me.
“A split lip, the corner of your cheek will be swollen if an ice pack isn’t applied to it immediately,” he says and looks at Caleb.
“Take her to the kitchen and bring her an ice pack for her bruise,” he orders and Caleb nods his head.
I trail, waiting to hear Zane’s confrontation with my brother.
“I don’t ever want to see you touch my wife again. Unless you don’t value your hands attached to your limbs,” he spat out fiercely.
“If she doesn’t learn to respect me, I will pass the order in a strict way,” he mutters his eyes on me.
“London belongs to me, I made that clear when I settled you before the marriage,” Zane says advancing menacingly towards Michael.
Zane did what? I am not an object to be bought or sold. Why didn’t Micah say anything earlier?
I wondered.
“Let’s go,” Caleb says tugging my hand in his.
“Wait a moment please,” I beg and he stops.
“That money was enough to keep me for a while, and then what? You fuck her like a rugged doll? Are you crazy, Zane?” Micah shouted.
Everything happened slowly, Zane slid throw the room in three short strides and punched Micah by the side, where he was injured.
This caused my brother’s air to shorten as he choked his way to the floor.
“That’s all you’ve got asshole, isn’t that why Michael Logan is after your wife and you can’t get a hold of him?” Micah spits out.
I saw the rage build up in Zane’s face, he looked ready to kill Micah, and I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Picking Micah up by grabbing the front of his shirt, Zane slammed Micah against the wall and he landed two punches on each side of his face.
“You keep running that shit hole you call a mouth and you would be left with no teeth in your mouth,” Zane says angrily.
“Why? Because I am telling the truth?” Micah asks fiercely.
Before Zane could reply or throw another punch, I rushed to the scene and blocked Zane from Micah.
“That is enough, Zane. Now, Micah, I need you to shut up. You are in no position to say such things to Zane,” I tell him, my voice stern.
“Why, London? Have you received enough dick to reset your brain as well?” he questions causing me to slap him across the face.
“I don’t know you to be this arrogant, Micah, what is wrong with you?” I question fuming like a dragon.
“Zane. That is what is wrong with me,” he says pushing himself away from the wall.