***ZANE’S POV***
I watch how London squirms when I touch her, it just makes me want more. Touching her clit with my thumb and index finger, I squeeze it a little bit until she is a whimpering mess.
Covering her mouth with hers, I chuckle at it, making her sneer.
“I’ll come if you continue like that,” she cries out.
“Then, don’t let me hold you a younger, London, cum for me,” I order.
At once, she drives between my hands.
We don’t have penetrative sex, but I do make her cum twice with my tongue, and at the end, I lap all of her juices, not making her drop a single one.
“Let me return the favor,” London says when I try to buckle my trousers.
Cupping her face in my hand, I decline softly.
“You will have plenty of time to do that later. Not now, though,” I say.
When she frowns, my eyes grow dark and my jaws hallow.
“I was in a meeting, London. Now, go check on the baby and keep Mia company. I will make sure to show up for dinner on time,” I explain.
When my wife rolls her eyes and puts a smile on her lips, I know that I have won her over.
“Get your ass here and kiss me,” I order.
She comes flying into my arms with an eagerness that makes me smile pleasantly at her.
“I love you, Daddy,” she mouths smoothly.
“I love you, London,” I reply before smacking her ass in a playful way.
Although Oliver had ridiculed me for hitting London, and for me being a coward, that had stopped. London had been the one to bring a belt to me, offering her backside and gracing me with the view.
She had begged me to smack her before I had turned out horny and fucked her ass.
We hadn’t spoken such prominent stuff again, but we knew those looks in one another’s eyes.
“Go meet Dante before I bend you over the bed and fuck you right now,” I say in a raspy voice.
London’s laughter stays behind even after she has left.
Sighing, I knew this woman would be the death of me. Was there a time she wasn’t since I met her?
***LONDON’S POV***
I appear in the kitchen and spot Kayla playing with my baby boy. She looked happy, and my boy just kept playing around her.
Walking over to Mia, I looked into the pot of pasta sauce she was prepping.
“What is pasta sauce without cheese?” I question and we both laugh.
The atmosphere was relaxed, I didn’t see the bullet coming until my cell started ringing. Looking down at it, I spot Micah’s name there.
“Oh, Micah is calling me, I should answer this,” I say smiling as Mia nods at me.
Micah hadn’t been in contact with me for a long time, it was as if he was hiding.
Answering the call, I bring it to my ears.
“Micah? I’m mad at you. Where are you, you are going to miss your godson’s birthday. It’s in two days,” I say.
The line is silent for a while, and then, a small tortured sound comes into the line.
“Excuse me, Mia,” I say softly, walking out of the house to a more quiet place.
“Micah? Are you there?” I ask not thinking this is normal.
Their line on the other side is still quiet. It makes me think that I have muted him.
Then, a message comes into the phone just as I hang up. Opening it, my eyes widen in shock as I stare at it.
A picture of a very bloodied Micah. He looked so close to dead and my body shivered as I shook my head, not believing what I was seeing on my screen.
I opened my mouth to scream but the phone started ringing again. With shaky hands, I swipe right and bring the phone to my ear.
“Hel… Hello?” I mutter into the phone.
Solid laughter rang into my ears and I knew Oliver had the phone.
“Son of a fat cunt bitch,” I blew out and the laughter stops.
It is replaced with cries and I know they are hurting Micah.
“Please… That hurts. Shit, that hurts,” Micah’s weak voice cries out.
My heart is now pumping in my head. I think I would pass out from the heat of the moment, but what rather happens is that I brace myself up for what is about to happen.
“Don’t hurt him. What do you want, Oliver?” I ask frowning.
“Some respect maybe? And that you should shut the fuck up before I send you a package filled with your lovely brother’s chopped body parts,” he stated.
I knew this dude was a psychopath, but right now, right fucking now, it was going to get me killed.
He was set to destroy me and my family, but Micah was innocent. Just a victim of my problems.
“No, please. What do you want? I could get Zane. He would solve your problems…” I stutter, not thinking before saying.
Oliver’s dark voice resonated through the phone, and when he spoke, a chill ran down my spine.
“I want more now, London. I have become an insatiable beast,” he mouthed.
“Try me, Oliver. I would do anything to get my brother out of your hands and then, that head of yours will be rolling beside my legs,” I threatened.
I don’t know if my little charade was a make believe scene because I doubted if I would do a thing like that.
“Give me the taser,” Oliver orders and the next thing I hear is Oliver’s cries from the other end of the line.
It was pained, filled with horror and my body reacted to the pain he must have been in.
“Stop, Oliver, don’t but him please. What do you want from me?” I beg warily.
“Good girl. I thought you would never ask that question,” that silly voice comes through the speaker, cackling at my expense.