***LONDON’S POV***
I know the minute Zane stepped out of that bedroom door that things were bad. I knew that whatever was going to happen, this man wouldn’t forgive me as well.
Walking downstairs, I hear Reaper saying it.
“Two shipment cars went down today. We don’t know what happened. No one was seen doing the act. It’s like the car was punctured before that,” Reaper says angrily, and I hear something crack inside the office.
“Who are you suspecting?” Zane ask.
“Michael? He left a note warning you, that worse is going to come in the next few days,” Reaper says.
My chest was about breaking from it’s cage right now. My heart was punctured, nothing even made sense as my breathing was ragged.
I was so mad about these men taking their threats on ruining Zane so personal that I didn’t hear the click on the door.
If Zane hadn’t had caught me, I would have come crashing on the ground with my full force.
Our eyes meet and he glares at me with betrayal.
“Something you want to tell me, London? I asked you to stay in bed and do somethings to me,” he blurted out.
“I’m sorry, Zane, but, could we talk?” I ask staring at Reaper.
Taking the demo, he walks out of the office giving me the chance to talk to Zane in private.
I close the door and turning around, Zane’s stern face is schooling my features out.
“The fuck was that about? Do you know something I do not know?” Zane spits out his eyes digging into my flesh.
I nod slowly.
“This is why we can’t be together, Zane. I am sorry,” I mutter out.
I catch my breathe just in time as Zane’s face contorts into pain.
“Sit down,” he orders pointing at the couch.
I stare at the chair and then obey him.
When I sit down, Zane taps away on his phone and it makes me feel seen.
Sighing, I wait for Zane to get back to me.
“Start talking, London. The nanny is already here. She will be taking care of my baby while we have this little conversation of ours,” he states blankly.
“We shouldn’t do this, Zane. I bet you don’t want to have what I have to say,”
“Try me,” Zane blurts.
I explain everything to Zane, not keeping any truth from him.
“So, what you are telling me is that you were blackmailed to stay in that house against your wish?” he demands.
“Yes, Zane,” I murmur.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Zane asks calmly.
“I didn’t want you to go down for me, Zane. I wanted to be able to do something good. I wanted to know you were happy without me in the picture,” I cry out.
“I am your husband for crying out loud. What good am I if I don’t protect you?” Zane questions, fuming.
“You don’t understand,” I cry out.
“Make me. Because you know what this sounds to me? Like bullshit. Total bullshit. You were happy staying with two men because they what? Fucking threatened to take down your husband’s business?” Zane was yelling at me now.
My eyes were dark and hooded as the tears kept pouring out.
“They are now doing it. I bet they would destroy you if I don’t go back,” I mouthed.
“The fuck?” Zane barks at me.
“You need to understand that I made a deal with Oliver and Michael. Those aren’t good men, Zane. They would come for me if I don’t go back,” I stated.
“What about our baby?” Zane questions.
“I want a divorce,” I murmur.
This is the toughest shit I’ve ever got to spew out of my mouth and I know Zane would never let me break out no matter what.
“Never. If we go down, we do together. I am never letting you go,” Zane confesses.
My heart melts at his sweet endearment but that wouldn’t last.
“I don’t want to put Dante in danger,” I mumble.
“Never, he is never going to be hurt, unless you don’t open up fully to me,” Zane says.
It pisses me off.
“I didn’t ask for this, okay? You need to learn how to trust me. I know what I am doing,” I say trying to make that possible.
“Trust you? When you stayed with some random dudes and claimed you didn’t fuck them. London, that’s difficult to trust you, I am sorry,” Zane grits out.
My eyes widen at the insult that Zane had just slapped on my face.
I abruptly get on my feet and the lines of the C-section I had stretch and I scream.
“Hey, London,” Zane calls out in concern as he reaches me.
“Don’t touch me. I’ve heard you. Get a lawyer to start the divorce papers,” I grind out angrily.
Zane was raging in despair, he doesn’t speak as I walk past him, but when I fall, Zane catches me before I reach the ground.
“Let me help you, please,” he says.
Carrying me to his bedroom, I watch how Zane takes off my night gown, then, grabbing a bowl of cold water, he helps me by tending my scar.
It was still fresh, but the delicate care in which London was treating me, I felt like I would never leave this era.
“I can tend my wounds alone. The doctors taught me how to do it,” I mumble.
“He also instructed me on how to treat my woman’s wounds. If you would be calm, I would do so,” he grits out.
Zane sighs, his chest heaving powerfully. “Let me do this, please,” he begs.
I nod.
Slowly, Zane takes care of me and at the end, I feel light headed.
“I’ll get you breakfast in bed. What do you want to eat?” he asks softly.
“Scrambled eggs and toast. Please, could I have hot chocolate as well?” I demand curling my lips at him.
He had offered to help me out, not the other way round.
“Okay,” he mouths kissing me fully on the lips.
I gasp in his mouth as he whispered, “Get used to, Wife,”
I watch Zane’s back as he walks out of the room and to where ever he went for the next fifteen minutes.
When he got back, he was carrying a tray of food and my mouth water.
“I could eat everything, but I want to see my baby first,” I tell him.
“You eat first, and then, we go and see the baby,” he says cooly.
I nod, not having the desire to argue him right now.
“Alright, Daddy,” I say biting into my toast and chewing on my scrambled eggs.
“Good appetite,” Zane says as he walks into the bathroom.
After finished bathing, Zane was putting on his clothes when his phone started ringing.
Sipping my hot chocolate, I watch at Zane as answers and stands transfixed in the bed room.
Before I notice what is going on, Zane’s phone is falling from his hand as he joins it soon.
Grabbing the tray, I carefully toast it to the side, making sure that I don’t tumble over my liquid in the cup.
“Fuck! Damn it, Zane, look at me,” I scream as I cry out for help.
Sinner comes into the room, and he looks confused at first.
“Come on Zane, open your eyes please,” I beg as I tap his face.
His breathing was now ragged.
“What happened?” Sinner questions as I point to the phone on the floor.
He picks it up and then, listening to the ramblings on the other side of the phone, he hangs up.
“What happened?” I question.
“I just confirmed that one of his club caught fire. The police thinks it is from missed cables, but the men knows that this is arson,” he explains.
I start shivering.
My whole body is going to give up on me if I don’t breathe.
Zane was the focus here, not me.
“You should stand, I would help Zane to the bed. What he needs is peace right now. Do you think you could be his peace?” Sinner demands.
“Of course,” I spit out.
“Good girl, I would get a doctor to come and check him at home. No one needs to know your husband is having a heart attack, do you hear?” he asks making sure I am following.
“Yes, Sinner,” I mouthed.
I walk out to the nursery and entering, I need Lisa watching over my baby as he sleeps.
“Go and stretch your legs for a while, I will keep an eye on him,” I say sweetly.
Lisa is the biggest gift to ever have happened to me. She takes good care of my baby, as if she was my own sister, I pay her good enough to not make her leave.
Well, Zane pays her, and he doesn’t even complain about it.
I don’t know if I believe in god or not, but I take this moment to pray for my husband.
“Lord, please, don’t let anything happen to Zane,” I beg silently.
I doze off by Dante’s bed and I wake up when his baby cries becomes insistent.
“Oh, poor baby, mommy slept off without thinking about you. I was being selfish, huh? Forgive me please,” I apologize softly.
Taking in a deep breath, I play with my baby.
He is Zane’s replica, with the only exception that he has my blue-green eyes.
Lisa walks into the room and I give her the baby.
“I will go check on my husband,” I explain.
“Alright, Ma’am,” she says as I walk out of the room.
**
Zane was resting as I open the door. He shifts uncomfortably on the bed and that gesture tightens my chest. It breaks my heart knowing that he might be snubbing me, but I slide in bed with him.
Brushing strands of hair from his forehead, I notice the gray hair mixed with his black ones.
I wasn’t giving the respect to him, and now, I don’t know how my life will turn out without him in it protecting my.
Breaking down in tears, I shake with fear as I bury my face in the crook of his neck and cry my heart out.
“I can’t lose you, Daddy. Zane please, forgive me,” I mumble out as I kept crying.
I know this was just to portray a good face, but still, I needed Zane to know I was here for him.
He is always with me, just this once that I want to be there for him, he better not chase me away.
“I hate it when you cry, baby girl. You know Daddy hates it right?” Zane’s strained voice fills the silence.
I chuckle, but slumber as I say to him, “I can’t help it, Daddy. I would never navigate life without you in it,” I spit out.
“And who said I wouldn’t be there?” Zane asks turning grabbing me gently until my body was on top of his own.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I break down in tears once more, as I sniff him.
“You smell good, Daddy,” I praise him.
“Thank you, baby girl,” Zane praises me.
I hold my breathe waiting for the bomb to fall and it does.
“I will kill Oliver for you, I promise. His head will be rolling the streets before you know it,” I say softly.
“They would keep getting at you unless you give me back to them,” I say, hoping it brings reason to him.
“Then, they are never having you back, I am sorry to say that,” he mouths.
Huffing, I close my eyes and kiss him.
“I hate when you threaten to kill for me,” I cry out.
“I have killed for you before, London, and this isn’t going to be the last I do,” he explains, grabbing my ass and patting it gently.
“Argh! Zane, you are groping my ass,” I giggle.
“Which happens to be my property,” he states.
Laughing out loud, I lift my head up to stare at Zane’s brown pool of eyes.
“Fine, I am yours,”
Zane cackles.
“And you will ever be mine forever,” he mumbles, his lips tickling my skin.