***ZANE’S POV***
“Michael is a son of bitch!” I grit out slamming my fist against the hard table.
He was slowly destroying me and unless I could get my hands on him, he would do worse.
“We need a plan,” Sinner says flexing his fingers, the bones crackling in uniform.
Micah has taken down my men transporting my drugs to a discrete location. I hadn’t told many people, but he knew more than enough that when you deal with coke, your life can’t really be that private.
“And the men?” I ask, watching Reaper as he rubs his index finger on his mustache.
“Two died and four are in the ICU, fighting for their lives,” he muttered, his eyes showing no fear nor compassion.
In our line of work, they are several things that could happen, and we know how bad it is when one man fucks up, it leads to the others’ dead.
“Make sure the families of those who died are taken care of, and my injured men should be given the best care possible. I will see them when they are awake,” I say.
Reaper had mentioned they had lost consciousness for a few hours now. Probably had a brain injury.
“What is the plan?” Sinner asks, prompting me to talk.
My mouth was open and ready to talk before I realized that I didn’t know who the traitor was yet. It could be either of them. Fuckkkk!
It could be no one.
I sigh when Reaper stands, excusing himself.
“What’s wrong with Reaper? He looks… Different,” I mutter out, frowning, hoping that he is all right.
“I don’t know, maybe he has some shit going on with him,” Pierre says chuckling.
I nod, dismissing the men.
Walking to my bedroom, I pass through the kitchen to grab an ice cream for London before heading into the bedroom.
“I need to go out, Zane. I am weary of staying indoors all day,” London shoots out as she sees me, whining immediately.
“You know you aren’t free to roam about because you have a lunatic friend… Who is out there and ready to get his hands on you, right?” I ask raising my brows at her.
She puffs, feeling offended by my choice of words.
I hand her the ice cream and she slaps it out of my hands.
I frown at her. London must have noticed the shift in the atmosphere because she takes a step backward but I dig my fingers into her waist, pushing her gently against the wall, her face barely grazing the soft surface.
“You are acting naughty. I might have spared spanking you the other night, but don’t fucking tempt me,” I say, my lips barely touching her lips as I grope her breast.
London moans.
“A spanking would do your naughty girl good, don’t you think, Daddy?” she asks rubbing her ass in the front of my trousers.
I swear, if I wasn’t already hard, my cock wouldn’t take more than a millisecond to become hardwood.
“Something is poking my butt, Daddy. Do you want to take off the steam on me?” London asks, her voice filled with laughter.
“You are such a tease, baby girl,” I bite out, rubbing my nose down her cheeks, and sliding it down her neck.
“Please, make love to me, Daddy,” London begs scratching her nails on the wall.
“You don’t ever have to beg me, baby,” I say releasing my cock and pushing her panties aside.
We had long and short thrusts and whenever our flesh met, London we rasp in pleasure.
It drove me wild, it made me crave for more, want more, need more. I needed her to know that I was here for her and that she could trust me to come at any time.
“Cum for me,” I whisper, dragging this moment for as long as it was ready to last.
*
We were still in the heat of the moment, my half-hard cock still in London’s pussy when she ruined the moment.
“Use me as bait,” London says, trying and failing to control her breath.
“What?” I ask pressing her shoulders gently.
“Use me as bait to catch Michael,” she repeats.
My chest instantly became tight, I didn’t know what to do as I remove my now fully limped dick from her pussy.
The deflated cock hung loose between my legs like a third leg as I looked at my wife in astonishment, and then, in confusion. The final emotion to settle on my face was anger.
“You don’t fucking mean what you are saying, London,” I grit out pulling up my trousers, not giving a fuck about my cum and London’s pleasure on it.
“Just listen, please. Michael…” At the mention of that bastard’s name, I slammed my lips against London’s own, silencing her immediately.
“I don’t ever want to hear another man’s name on your holy lips,” I blurt out frowning down at her.
“Possessive, huh?” she teases, using her thumb to remove the lines on my forehead.
“I mean it,” I warn her lightly.
She throws her hands out, going back to the conversation at hand.
“That bastard you are looking for, you could use me to lure him out,” she explains.
I knew this was a complete mess.
“I don’t know what will put such ideas in your head, London, but I will never put you in a crossfire between me and another man, especially when you are carrying my baby,” I tell her honestly.
London’s eyes search mine before asking, “And if I wasn’t carrying your baby?” she questions.
I knew where this was going, I wouldn’t fall for it.
Grabbing London by the neck, I give her a hand collar, using my thumb to massage the corner of her lips. She covers her eyes.
“Look at me,” I say. London obeyed, her bright green eyes staring at me.
“Baby or not, you are mine. My wife, my partner. And in case you have forgotten, you belong to me. So forget about putting yourself in danger,” I shoot out before claiming her lips brutally in mine.