***LONDON’S POV***
TWO MONTHS LATER
It has been two fucking months of living hidden with Oliver and Michael.
I don’t know what is happening outside of this old dilapidated looking mansion from the outside, but inside, I had developed fondness for Oliver and Michael.
We shared chores amongst ourselves but on under no condition was I ever to go outside, or let my face even be seen.
My baby bump was more than visible now.
On a few occasions I went out, Oliver had prepared a doctor to run checkout on me in private which he had done so nicely.
“I need to go our, Oliver. I am running mad already,” I say flushing.
Michael chuckles from the couch and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.
They had gone through my pregnancy with me, offering me the weirdest shit that ever exist in history.
“Come on, London, I have a solution for you. We could go clubbing, but it would take about two hours drive to get there. We can’t risk your face in any of the clubs here. Especially as your husband owns almost everything in the area,” Michael rumbles.
“Yes. Let’s go. I will take the cocktails they serve, but I need to wag my bum bum,” I say warmly.
The smile had left my eyes, but it was replaced with something warm from the men.
Patience.
Until then, I hadn’t known that Zane was being toxic to me. Or, was I the toxic person?
Fuck the fact that Zane gave me multiple orgasms, he also gave me a baby, spankings and he bossed me around.
How did I ever even end up being married to him?
The questions kept coming with how friendly the men were to me and I shook my head, trying to shift it from my mind.
I needed a breather.
“I got this for you,” Oliver says, handing me a bag.
“What is this?” I inquire opening the parcel to see a beautiful short dress.
It had a V-neck that dipped inside and would show the cleavage of my breast.
With how short it was, my baby bump would push it up some more.
Checking inside, I notice a black hair of pantyhose and Chelsea boots.
In excitement, I jump on Oliver, wrapping my hands around his neck.
Placing a soft kiss on his cheek, I stay there enjoying his manly fragrance.
“Go get dress now, London,” he says chuckling.
“Of course,” I say.
**
A few hours later and I have had two cocktails that don’t have even a drop of alcohol in them.
I have found a spot in the dance floor and I was dancing.
Along the night, Oliver and Michael had sandwiched me in their midst and we danced. Oliver had his hands around my waist, my hands slide to his necks as I stared at him in the eyes.
Michael was contented dancing with my ass, knowing well that he could not touch me.
It was fun, I was laughing loud and my voice was pretty rich.
When we returned to our booth, the one Oliver had chosen, I noticed a man was there staring at me from a respectable distance.
It wasn’t creepy, but his eyes caused shivers running down my spine.
“Is anything the matter, London?” Michael questions.
I remove my eyes from the man and shake my head to decline.
“What the fuck is that man’s problem staring at you like that?” Oliver asks frowning.
“Just let him go,” I suggest as I stand, eager to go dancing again.
We spend the night like that, alternating between dance partners and around four a. m. We returned home.
Only Michael was drunk, Oliver had stopped drinking because he knew he had to drive.
I passed out in the car before we even took off.
I was so tired and could barely keep my eyes open.
*
***ZANE’S POV***
I kept replaying the video in front of me, shock wouldn’t let me breathe, I was mute by how these men groped after my wife.
My fucking wife.
I was a shadow of the man I used to be. I don’t care much about my business these days, but it was booming and at it’s peak.
The videos had come in from a guy who had been sent to get any sort of information about my wife.
Reaper and Micah were in the room with me. I would pass out if anything happens to my wife.
“She looks so happy. Do you think she even remembers me?” I ask sniffing.
Every turn in this house is a reminder that I was once married and things were working well for me.
I was back to the villa and although Rio Monteleo’s security system update in my house was top notch, it was useless because the woman it was supposed to protect was outside, partying with some men.
“That man dancing behind her is Michael, but I don’t know who the other man is,” Reaper says.
“I don’t think she wants to come back home, just see how happy she is dancing with those men rubbing their dicks on her,” I explain, a trial of jealousy left on my tongue.
The men shake their head in sympathy.
For a man like me and with the kind of business I am into, I should never show weakness because this is all what I am would get.
“She doesn’t look like she was forced to be there. London wasn’t kidnapped, Zane,” Micah tells me plainly.
“Well, that was obvious enough. But I am not leaving her without a fight. She could be a hostage,” I mutter.
That would make sense.
What if this was truly an example of the bait she was trying to make me see?
Sighing, I knock back my whiskey, an act I have been doing lately.
“Where is the man that sent these videos? Did he follow my wife back to the hole they crawled up from?” I inquire, wanting to know.
“Well, he didn’t. He had an important thing to do,” Reaper says shaking his head in disappointment.
*
Two week had passed since the incident, and I haven’t seen London. The man who had sent the video hadn’t been found too.
I was chilling outside today when Sinner came out with two beers.
“I have two news for you. One is good and the other is bad,” he states knocking his beer bottle to mine.
“What is that?” I ask raising my brows quizically at him.
“Well, the guy hasn’t shows up yet with any information about London, but we found the driver that took London the other day,” he says.
Widening my eyes, I was eager to hear the end of it.
“Where is he?” I demand as the sliding door opens and an older man walks out of it.
“I carried a young lady from that hotel that morning. I had been with my son and his wife, they welcomed a baby shortly after that,” he explained.
His taxi had been packed away, reason why it was impossible to trace.
Shaking his hand, I wait for him to continue speaking, when he hesitates, I prompt him.
“Where did you take her to?” I question, bracing myself for his response.
“The old mansion at the discrete road at the outskirts of town,” he explained.
“Did my men ever search that old ruins? I thought it was abandoned?” I ask in shock.
“If they wanted a discrete place to hide, what better place than to do it beneath our nose, huh?” Sinner asks and I hate the fact that he was so right.
“We need to get to them, then,” I say.
Removing a wad of cash, I press it to the old man’s hand, shaking my head when he attempted to give it back.
“Please, accept this token for your kind gesture towards us,” I say, smiling at him.
Nodding, he takes it with him.
I walk away politely and take my men with me.
“I think we’ve got a location where my wife is, we should get going now,” I say.
Together, we left in seven SUVs, the engine cutting only when we reach the dusty fields if the mansion.
“Do you think she is there?” Micah asks staring at me.
“It is likely she is,” I exhaled.
That was how we prepared to pump into the house.
*
When the signal came, we broke into the house and we didn’t set sight on any one.
“Search all the rooms, if anything is living in here, drag it down to me,” I order out.
As my men rushed up the stays, I looked around, wanting to know if this was the right thing to do.
“Boss! Boss! Come and see this,” Jesse called out from one of the bedrooms upstairs.
Breaking into a sprint, I rushed through the stairs and into the bedroom. Laying on bed, is London. She is unaware of what is going on in this room.
“London?” I call out as she stares awake.
Just like the little kitty she is, she purrs in bed and tears stink the back of my eyes.
I have missed these sweet nothings. And when her eyes focus on the men in the room, she situates her eyes on me.
London pales immediately, as if she had seen a ghost.
“Zane?” she calls out softly.
“Little girl,” I cry out rushing towards her.
She stops me when she pushes her hands before her, stopping me.
*
***LONDON’S POV***
Oh my God! Oh, fuck! How the fuck did Zane get into this place.
I am dreaming. This is a bad dream, let me wake up.
Closing my eyes, I try to act like this wasn’t affecting me and I just wanted Oliver and Michael.
Where were they?
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I scramble back to the end of the bed.
I don’t want anything to do with this man, and he better not force me to do anything with him.
“What a silly question, London. I am here to take you home” he musters.
I remembered the deal I had with Oliver, binding me to them for a year.
“I can’t. I am sorry,” I say breaking the silence.
“You can’t what?” Zane asks, making the situation weird.
“I can’t come with you. I need to stay here,” I mouth out.
Zane chuckled darkly. He wasn’t a very patient man and this was a sign that he was losing his shit already.
“You left me for almost three months. I am here to save you, London,” he said, smiling at me.
“I have a choice in this matter right? And I said I don’t want to go with you,”
The men in the room gasps in shock at my little exchange with their boss.
Zane wouldn’t take this disrespect and I know the only way I can win this round is by having Zane’s men in the room participate with me.
Zane got to his feet and with a cold glare to his men he ordered wildly.
“Get her to the car,” he states.
I wasn’t going go give in without a fight, heck no.
Fighting with my nails, clawing at the man, I was going to give the best and that was final.
“Ouch! She bit me,” one of my goons said.
They manhandled me, and dragging me downstairs, I wonder where the men had gone to.
Oliver and Michael weren’t here and I was been taken away.
These had been the best few months of my life, it was cool, but now, what?
“I don’t want to go with you, Zane. Let me go,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The men gave deaf ears to my pleas as they dragged me out.
Dumping me into the car, Zane slid in beside me.
I opened the door to escape but a man caught me and pushed me back into the car.
There was no escape route for me. In frustration, I burst out in tears, crying and hiccuping angrily.