***ZANE’S POV***
I had heard the commotions coming from Micah’s room on my way to my bedroom and I had to make a stop, what I hadn’t expected was to see London on the floor.
As I stared him down, London was whimpering in pain beside me. Her fucking brother had laid hands on her, I have the urge to bruise him more than I have done.
“London, I asked you to go downstairs and get a bag of ice on your face, I don’t want you ending up with a black eye,” I say holding her at arm’s length.
“No, not when you haven’t told me about the money Micah is talking about,” she spits out.
Anger spoils down my body, I have the urge to pull her by the hair and walk out of this room, but she seemed too invested to hear more.
“Yes, Zane, why don’t you tell her,” Micah prompts.
Flexing my hands into fists and relaxing them, I had the urge to dig my fist into the man’s jaw, he was so annoying.
“Get a grasp of yourself,” Caleb says as I turn to face him.
Breathing through my nostrils, I nodded in understanding.
“I will get back to you, Micah, and the rule still passes. You aren’t to show up at the venue, if not, I will shoot you myself. And as you said earlier, I will fuck understanding into London’s head. She will know I killed you for her own good,” I spat out, cringing my face as if the words were boring to me.
Micah’s eyes widened in shock as he approached me, Caleb stood in his way and he shook him off.
“I am leaving,” he blurts out walking towards the door.
“No, please. Don’t go,” London wails beside me as she rushes behind Micah.
“I am sorry but I can’t protect you now that you are married, London. I wished you hadn’t married Zane. I only knew he was bad news when the ink of the papers you both had signed on your wedding night had dried,” he stutters making his way to the main door.
“Micah, please… What are you talking about?” London questions, crying harder.
I hated to see my wife cry, especially when her dickhead if a brother was the cause.
At the door, Micah leaves but one of my men holds the door back for London, stopping her when they see my staunched face.
“Let me go. Micah, wait for me please,” she cries out slamming her hands across the soldier’s chest.
Although it broke my heart to see my wife like that, I wanted to protect her so badly that it meant hurting my guard for touching my wife.
“Come on, little human, enough crying. Allow Micah to go,” I mutter grabbing her arm firmly.
In case she didn’t know I was serious, I better show signs that I am.
“Leave me alone,” she screeches and slaps me across the chest.
I stop fighting her, my men giggle and I spare them a glance. At once, they dissolved their little meeting and everyone went about their business.
London noticed the shift in the atmosphere and she took small steps backward.
“Daddy,” she calls out scared but I breached the distance between us.
“There is no running away from me, little girl,” I grit out as I grab her forcefully and throw her over my shoulder.
She yells and scratches my back but I don’t let her go. I am bound to let London know that she will be punished if she acts bratty.
“Zane put me down before I…” she trails as I enter my room and lock the door behind me.
“If you what?” I ask throwing her on the bed.
“Fuck you, Zane. You just let Micah walk out when you know there is danger out there,” London barks as she starts going out of bed.
I unbuckle my belt and the sound is so loud that it snaps London out of her angry daze.
“What… Are you doing?” she inquires shifting behind.
The last time I remember talking to you, I asked you to sleep. We parted on goodnight,” I say flashing her one of my daddy looks.
London’s voice changes and I am excited to know she is scared of what will happen when I am in this mood.
“I was sleeping until I heard noises downstairs and I came down to check,” she says fidgeting with her fingers.
I know that she is lying, but I find it pleasant toying with her.
“I saw you eavesdropping, London. We were clear once when I painted your ass red with a spatula,” I fire out and I watch her shake her head in fear.
“I know, Daddy, but…” she still tries to defend herself.
“You know I hate when you avoid your mistakes. It makes me want to double your punishment,” I blurt out flapping the belt into two.
“Not the belt, please,” she cries out.
“You heard what was being discussed or not?” I question my eyes fixed on her face.
“I heard,” London’s voice is so tiny that if u weren’t looking at her at the time she said it, I would have missed the words.
“Take off your clothes and wants. Lay on the pillow, I want your ass up in the air,” I order.
A strangled cry escapes my wife’s throat as she shakes her head. I bet she was still in denial.
“We could talk, we have a lot of things to talk about,” she says shaking her head as she stares at me.
“You are adding the strokes you’ve got to receive,” I warn her, my eyes on her face.
“Zane, please,” she cries out gently.
“Do as I say, London, I am pissed off right now,” I grit out flashing my belt at her.
She stares wide eyes and I don’t even fall for her baby face.
“We could talk,” she stutters.
“After you can’t sit on that ass of yours. Now, obey,” I call out and she starts crying obeying at once.