***ZANE’S POV***
I walked downstairs fuming, my eyes were red-rimmed and I could puff out smoke through my ears.
I grabbed the closest thing to my right, a drawer filled with pictures, mainly decorative paintings, I crashed them to the floor, breathing heavily.
Reaper rushes to the scene and I shake my head.
“Don’t, Reaper. I am too fucked up in the head right now that I can’t even think right, m” I say.
He snorts as I kick on the shelf, looking around for something next to grab.
“You need to calm down, boss. For real, this will inky get you mad, you need a clear mind when your men finally know where Michael is hiding,” he says pushing his hands in front of him.
“London said she feels like there was a spy between my men. Is it you?” I ask in an accusatory tone.
“Fuck no!” Reaper replies looking hurt.
“Are you sure?” I demand as I see Sinner walk out of his quarters, a confused look on his face.
“What is going on here?” he questions, getting in the scene.
This was only drawing more of my men.
“You want to know? London is accusing me of having a spy for one of my men,” I blurt out.
Most of them gasped in shock.
“If any of you is feeding Michael information, report now before it is too late,” I warn.
No one says anything, so I walk away.
“I will be in my library, I don’t want anyone in there for whatever fucking reason,” I throw out the words as I disappear around a curve.
Around two in the afternoon, I am in my office in the west wing of the penthouse when there is a knock, and they enter the room.
“I said no one gets in here…” I trail off when I see Rio Monteleo’s amused look on mine.
“Well, Hello Vincenzo. I bet you didn’t expect me,” he says closing the door behind him.
I sigh, standing to give him a half hug.
“I know how you feel, brother, and Carlos told me everything that happened last night, I brought my wife, Mia, maybe London would need her presence to feel good,” he says.
I have never been more grateful than I was at this moment, staring at him, I walk over to the bottle of decanter and more a generous quantity in the glass for him.
“To our wives, the only saint things we have in this world filled with chaos,” I utter clinking his glass with mine.
Rio’s dark chuckle fills the room before he knocks half of the amber liquid in his glass down his throat.
I do the same and the burn of the liquid is too familiar for me to shudder.
“So, I get you are still after Logan,” he asks and I nod, drinking some more.
I refill our glasses and we chat.
“The slimy fucks keep playing me like a damn kid. When I get my hands on him, he will regret it,” I say, promising myself to do that.
I need to make sure London is safe, with him out of the picture, he would be.
“Is there anything to need? My men can make it possible,” Rio says, offering to help out.
“I need my house secured, I don’t know how long that would take, and the security needs to be tripled. If I weren’t home on the night of the attack on our house, who knows how it would have ended up differently from Micah being shot and London being left terrified?” I ask frowning at the thought of it.
Rio huffs out gently, it makes him look a few years older with his grey beard seeking for attention.
“I will get Carlos and the guys to do it,” he promises.
We spend the rest of the day plotting how to trap Michael and kill him.
By nine p. m. We were still talking, but it was more slurred words because Rio and I were drunk.
“What about you use your wife as bait to call Michael out?” Rio asks in his drunken stage.
I frowned, but the alcohol in my system made me laugh out immediately.
“Funny you, Michael would try to kidnap her, I can’t dare do that,” I say thinking the idea was hideous.
“It could work if we had a good plan,” Rio insists.
“No! Would you do that if that was Mia?” I ask.
Rio crashes the glass of whiskey to the wall, some of the shards hitting me.
“Don’t talk about my wife like that. I don’t know Michael Logan and Mia knows better than to be talking to men I don’t approve of while I am making phone calls outside a restaurant she was placed to eat without my supervision,” Rio barked out standing and twisting his hands into fists.
I stare at him, standing to meet him too, baring my teeth.
“We need to clear the steams out of our system, Rio,” I grit out walking towards him.
“Be my guest, he says walking backwards.
He takes me outside of the office and I throw the first punch. Rio touches his nose and comes up with blood.
Grabbing me by the shoulders, he slams me against the wall and I groan, seeing red.
We were both drunk, and I bet the pain I felt right now would be tripled when the alcohol had cleared my mind.
“Zane, you don’t want to do this, it is reckless,” he chirms out.
“Just like the useless words you spurred out of your wife about my wife. You don’t know how good I try protecting her, she is just stubborn,” I shout as we descend to the living room.
I punch Rio again and he kicks my side.
“Maybe… if you fucked her right, she would listen more to… What is that word she calls you? Oh, yes, Daddy,” he teases.
That was the last straw to break through my rage as I rush to him and we take it out on a full-body fight.
“ASSHOLE!” I scream out.
Stay tuned for part two of this marvelous book “Daddy Zane.”