***LONDON’S POV***
Twenty minutes Earlier
“You can’t touch me, Michael, I thought we were friends?” I ask taking a step backward.
The man’s hooded eyes were scary, it made me scared and with each step I took backward, I wished I hadn’t come here.
Michael blocks me, and using his right hand, he makes a tear into my dress as he starts fumbling with my outfit.
I open my mouth to scream but he smears his lips on mine, sucking, biting, and drawing out blood.
For a moment, a small scream perched in my throat, I couldn’t release it, I was trapped in a bathroom with my husband’s enemy.
If I wasn’t going to take him out, I was at least going to defend myself. Lifting my knee, I knock hard on Mike’s cock and I watch how he lets go of me.
This was the chance I got to escape but I was too slow. Before I knew it, Michael’s large hand was grasping my hair causing me to squeal effortlessly. It didn’t work, didn’t man was bent on hurting me.
“You need to stop, Michael, I am not here for this. Walking into this place today was because I knew you were going to show up, what I didn’t expect is you attacking me,” I sniff as fat, ugly tears streamed down my cheeks.
Mike stopped manhandling me, but he had this guarded look that meant he doubted me.
“You lured me here? What for, you bitch,” Michael spits out and I flinch.
I square my shoulders and try hard to think that these words aren’t affecting me.
“To agree on terms that it is about time you left my husband alone. My family needs peace before welcoming our firstborn,” I cry out, breathing deeply.
The empty look on the man’s face meant he gave no two fucks about what I thought. Gritting my teeth, I hoped there was some miracle.
“That would cost you a lot, London. Especially if you are just wasting my time so that your husband can lay his hands on me,” he spits out running the cold tip of his nose down my throat.
I don’t flinch even if the act is unbearable.
“You could tell me what you want, I would do anything to have you leave my family,” I cry out, knowing I don’t have any right to do this.
If Zane finds out that I had fucking negotiations with Michael, he would be the one to personally torture me.
There is a long silence, Mike’s hands keep brushing my hair. It makes my skin tremble, but I manage to keep the thoughts to the back of my head.
“This isn’t about me anymore, it is about what my brother wants. And I bet you don’t want to find out…” Michael trails on those words, making my skin crawl inside.
I shouldn’t ask what is playing in my mind, but I want this over with.
“What?” I whisper in the faintest voice.
I bet Mike had to strain his ears to hear me though we were close.
“You, London. My brother wants you, you have destroyed his life, he wants you back into that life with him and I promised to get him to have you,” Michael explains.
Tears were streaming from my eyes, I knew where this was going to be, I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to be anyone’s slave anymore.
“Who… Who is your brother?” I ask holding my breath.
Before Michael could answer, I heard a loud bang coming from the outside.
“Fuck! We were just putting the cherry on the cake,” he says pushing me to the wall. I hit myself on the mirror placed on the wall and half of it comes crashing to the floor.
As dumb as I am, I push out my hand before me to stabilize myself. A mirror dash cuts my palm and I bite my lower lip, stopping it from trembling.
It didn’t work thought, Mike pulled me away, his dark eyes not looking remorseful for his act.
“Make sure you hold that bastard of your husband as long as you can while I get out of here,” he says arranging himself.
Zane was outside, banging the shit out of the door while cursing.
As Michael makes a move, I grab his shirt, tugging on it a little harsh.
Swirling towards me, Mike’s hand finds my neck and he squeezes it. Hard!
My eyes pop as I claw on his wrist. He drags me towards him and speaks specifically to my face. In case I missed a bit, I should be on alert.
“You want answers you already know, London. But if you’ve got doubts, I will be waiting for you in the old chapel at the edge of the city tomorrow at eleven a. m.” he spits out.
I shake my head, tears burning my eyes bright.
“Would he be there?” I ask holding my breath.
A chirped laughter escapes Michael’s lips before he continues.
“Why don’t you come and verify that yourself?” he questions.
“What if this is a trap?” I murmur.
“London, I am breaking this door…” I hear a furious Zane scream from the outside.
Mike takes tentative steps backward.
“Make sure to restrain your husband if you want to know the truth. Don’t be late and you will have the answers you are searching for,” with that, Mike walks away as I hear a gunshot on the door.
Zane had gone feral and I turned around, facing the mirror.
I quickly turn open the tap and wash my bloody hands as Zane throws the door flying open.
I have time to scoop water into my hands and dab it on my face. I wasn’t putting on makeup in the first place. Just lip gloss.
Zane starts barking and I keep my head downwards, not wanting Zane to see through my facade.
The only person in my head right now was that secret person Michael was talking about. I was going to negotiate with him.
How would I do that when all he wants is me?