***LONDON’S POV***
The dust in my head made it impossible to focus when I opened my eyes. I didn’t know where I was, what had happened last to me and my throat was so dry that I needed to lubricate it with water.
Right now, I needed water.
Slipping out of bed, I made a step with my right leg, and when I lifted up the left one, my ankle snapped at me and I came crashing downward.
A trolley that was in front of me was knocked out of the way as I came with my full weight down.
“Argh!” I cry out softly and my legs hurt so badly.
A commotion comes through the room, I don’t get to hear anything because it becomes blurry in the room.
The door badges open and I see Zane.
“Oh my God, Zane,” I whimper as I stare at his displeased face.
“You need to stay in bed, little girl. I only went out for a cup of coffee and now, you have fallen off the bed. I should tie you down to the bed, huh?” he asks keeping his coffee mug at the table beside the door, and walks towards me.
“I need to drink some water,” I say closing my eyes.
“Of course,” he replies, setting me gently on the bed before grabbing a glass of water for me.
I drink everything and wait for my memories to come back.
“I didn’t fall on purpose,” I blurt out.
“What?” Zane questions, his eyes sweeping to my face.
I point at my ankle, showing it to him.
“Paolo snapped it when I was trying to escape from him,” I murmur, feeling my memories start coming back at a slow pace.
“Oh! Son of a bitch, it is a good thing you killed him, baby, he wouldn’t have loved what I would have done to him…” Zane says.
He was blabbing some other things and I couldn’t focus because I knew what had happened earlier.
I had killed Paolo. I don’t know what else happened, but I know the last thing I can remember is begging Zane to come home to me.
“Damn it, Daddy, I murdered, Paolo,” I choke out the words, my right hand clasping to my mouth and the left hand to my throat.
That motion could not help stifle the harsh screams that left my throat.
“No! Not again, little girl. I will not allow you to enter into panic mode and stay there I went through hell to make you leave the former one,” he grits out grabbing each of my shoulders and shaking me lightly.
I was sobbing already, shaking my head in denial.
“No, please. I killed someone. He was going to kill Micah,” I throw out the words crying.
Zane climbs farther into the bed and holds me closer to his chest. Then, he drapes me to his chest, holding me tightly and rocking me.
“That was self-defense, baby,” Zane mutters against my hair.
“The police will come and I will go to jail,” I choke out, more tears staining my cheeks.
“You would not, baby, his corpse has already been disposed of. I promise the police won’t find his remains, and if they do, I bet they won’t trace it back to us,” he finished saying, petting my hair.
Pushing back from my husband’s body, I met Zane’s brown orbs, they looked lifeless, he didn’t show an inch of emotion, but I would pay dearly to know what he was thinking right now.
He pushes his hand forth and captures my face. I lean in and he brushes my face swiftly.
“What is going through your head, little human?” Zane asks his eyes searching through mine.
“Do you hate me?” I demand holding my breath.
His reply was fast. “Never,” he says shaking his head.
“You should,” I say and start panicking again.
This time, when I pushed away from Zane, he let me have some space, I didn’t go down from the bed considering that my ankle was sprained.
The space was much needed right now.
“A man was going to kill Micah, your brother, you did the only thing you could to save yourself and him. I am proud of your baby,” he says softly.
I nod, trying to understand why he would be so nice to me. I don’t get the point though, but before I could speak, Zane asks me a question.
“Did he… Abuse you?” he finishes.
I stay calm digesting the question.
“He was about to, that was when Micah came in and dragged him off me. But Paolo was too strong, he latched out on Micah’s ribs, hitting him only where he was shot. Do you think someone in this house is leaking out information to the Russian Bratva?” I question staring at Zane.
He gives me this really weird look, I stare back at him, not blinking for a moment. It might be true, I don’t know, but I could also be wrong.
“The good thing is that you and the baby are safe,” Zane says brushing the conversation from his men.
I wanted to press forward, I had the right to do so.
“What now? Did you get Michael Logan?” I demand raising my brows at him.
“I think you should rest, London,” he says dodging the question.
“Did I touch a soft spot, Zane? I have asked you two questions and you have brushed them aside. Don’t I at least need to know what is going on with you and Michael?” I ask my eyes on his own.
Zane slips out of the bed and starts for the door.
“Coward. Zane, you are a fucking coward. I have never known you to shy away from problems, but now, I don’t even know what to think anymore,” I shout out.
He doesn’t say anything, he heads for the door.
In anger, I throw out,
“You keep running away and Michael will catch up to you. Guess who he will have as a prize? Me. Your fucking little human and I would deliberately leave you,” I bark out.
I expect Zane to react to it. His back is to me and his hand is on the doorknob.
I am left in shock when Zane opens the door and silently closes it behind him, leaving me gaping and wondering what had just happened.