***LONDON’S POV***
Tonight is the night everything ends, Zane is making a deal about taking down Michael and I know he has it all figured out.
As I twirl my pasta and put it in my mouth, I moan, the flavor bursting in my mouth.
Zane’s men were in position and Zane was about to leave the house.
“You keep doing that and I will give you a good reason to moan,” Zane says and I chuckle.
The last few days have been very tense. Zane is extra careful with the things he says, in case he has a snitch in his house.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I choke out playfully.
The men in the house were minding their business, while two were outside, three were inside, guarding the perimeters.
“Do you want a slice of my chicken?” I ask holding the fork out at Zane.
Rolling his eyes, he walks towards me and bites off the meat.
“Delicious,” he says, his eyes on mine.
“You cooked it, Chef,” I tease giggling in a naughty way.
“Of course I did. My little girl and my baby deserve the best,” he says slipping his hand below the table and rubbing my pregnant belle.
I was starting to feel the weight of the pregnancy, but I could still go. There was a long way ahead of me.
“Zane?” I call out as he stretches to his full length, he stops, waiting for me to talk.
“Do you think Micah is okay? I am worried about him,” I mutter tears hitting me like a wave.
We’ve spoken about this in the last few days but here am I again.
Zane had brushed any conversation I had started that involved my elder brother. It’s like, he hated him so much.
“We don’t have to talk about that. Rest assured, he is in good hands,” he explains, doing his cufflinks.
I knew Zane was about to leave, I couldn’t watch him go without poking the truth out of him.
Placing my fork down harshly, it crashes and I stare at him as the words fill the dining room.
“What do you mean, ‘In good hands’ Zane?” I ask my breathing increasing.
Zane just stares and I cuss beneath my breath.
“We will talk about this when I get home this evening, London. Finish your meal,” Zane orders.
He wasn’t in the position to order me around now, I was pissed off beyond imagination.
“You don’t expect me to do that, huh? What the fuck do you take me for?” I ask pushing back the plate.
Zane’s men stopped patrolling, but they didn’t act like they knew what was going on now.
“Reduce your voice, London. One, don’t use foul language with me, and don’t push me to the wall,” he throws out.
“Or what? You are going to fuck me against the table? You have done worse,” I flash out flaring my nostrils.
A small amused smile plays across Zane’s lips, he looked sinfully devilish right now. I knew I had to stop pushing him towards the wall, at the same time, I couldn’t help but do that.
“Have a good evening, my lady wife,” he cuts me short, kissing me lightly across the lips.
I watched Zane’s back as he walked away and I couldn’t help but cuss at him.
“At least, tell me where Micah is,” I say and he stops, his hand on the doorknob.
“In cell, London. At least there, he doesn’t get in my way, neither does he hurt my wife as well,” Zane finished and left the penthouse.
My plate of food was the first thing I crashed down first. Anger was raging in my blood, I was ready to turn this damn penthouse into a scum.
Scattering everywhere, Zane’s men rushed to stop me but I looked at them, my eyes burning holes through theirs.
“If you don’t get your hands off me, I will tell Zane you put your hands on me. I bet he will chop them off,” I threaten as I push aside the chair I had been occupying a while ago.
“You need to calm down, ma’am,” a bleached blonde-haired man says.
Rolling my eyes, I snubbed them rushing upstairs.
With the men in plain sight, it was difficult to make a move, I don’t have a death wish to leave through the window of a twenty-something-floor penthouse.
The only way down is through the lifter. Right now, I don’t even have the strength to fight those men.
But then, I think of Micah, I don’t even know what police station he is at, Zane must be that evil. I would say he was bluffing, but Zane is one that wouldn’t lie.
But why?
The question keeps taunting my mind as I wonder too.
“Why?”
*
I doze off to my thoughts and when I wake up, the house is in pitched blackness.
“Power out in Lake City? That’s strange,” I murmur as I slide out of bed.
Creaking the door open, I try to make it downstairs when I hear two gunshots.
I gasp and remain transfixed. It was when I realized that the power wasn’t out, someone had just turned it off.
“Fuck no! Not now, please, not now,” I say forcing my body to move.
It is hard to do so, when I hear the unmistakable attack of flesh on flesh, I know someone just threw a punch.
“The bastard hit me. I will ask you one last time, where is London?” the voice asks.
I don’t recognize the voice but fear consumes me as I am aware that they know my name and are here for me.
“She isn’t here,” the dark tan bodyguard says.
Another punch, and then, another.
“Oughhh!” the victim groans out.
My body forces me to move to the edge of the stairs, I see two men on the floor and I notice their shape as the men Zane sent to protect me.
Fear grips me and I start shivering. Covering my mouth hard, I stifle the pain trying to escape.
BOOM!
A gunshot rings through the room and I gasp audible.
A dark pair of eyes land on mine on the staircase.
“Run, London,” I hear the faint voice of the guard before his attacker puts a bullet through his skull.
He just killed a man in front of me, and now, he was coming for me.