***ZANE’S POV***
I was talking to Rio Monteleo about the possibilities of establishing a stronger power and taking out Oliver in a heartbeat when I heard annoying sounds coming from the outside.
Walking towards the window, I dip my head down and see London pacing and talking mad into the phone. She looks so stressed out. Also, she acted like she was tired and the pale color of her face made me know that she was stressed out from whatever was stealing her attention.
“Something’s going on with my wife downstairs. I will go and see what the problem is,” I say warmly, excusing myself from Rio’s office.
He stands to make it outside with me and then, he touches my shoulder. Looking behind my back, I wait to hear what he has to say.
“Take it easy with her, Zane. Remember she is just a kid and you have more experience than her. Support her, teach her what you want and you will see the rest of your world falling into place around you,” he mutters, explaining to me.
I stay rooted for a full minute, not being able to detach my eyes from Rio’s face.
He isn’t the wise one always, but getting a piece of advice like this from him? I am shocked and have to keep my cool.
“I’ll have that in mind, Rio. Thank you,” I say walking out.
In the foyer, I noticed London walking back to the house and her eyes were red. She is startled to see me, but then, she schools her emotions behind her face as she walks past me.
“Hey, babe,” I say softly.
London doesn’t stop nor does she join me in pleasantries. She walks straight to Dante and carries him in her bosom. I frown at the fact that she just ignored me.
If Mia notices that, she pretends she doesn’t because she calls Kayla to help her chop some veggies with her plastic knife. The girl was more than pleased to assist her aunt.
Rio was staring from a discrete corner, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and looking at his phone in an awkward manner.
I didn’t want to start an argument here in front of everyone to hear but my woman was disrespecting me and that would mean I have to put her under control.
“London,” I call out barging towards her.
“The fuck?” I ask between gritted teeth.
She tries to remove her arm from my grip but I don’t let go.
Dante sees me and his eyes glimmer with excitement as he pushes his grabby hands to me, calling me out.
“Dada. Me, please,” he begs silently.
I remove him from London’s arms and place him on my shoulder where his hands go to my short cropped her, pulling it gently.
“Hey, buddy. Be careful with Daddy’s hair, you don’t want him howling, right?” I ask and chuckle to myself.
“Zane,” London calls out sulking.
I give her the silent treatment and she wants to go mad. How original is she?
“Give me the baby, I need to feed him,” she says annoyed.
“My baby. Mia is going to help feed the baby. I need to have a word with you. Right fucking now,” I bark out annoyed.
I see the young lady fuming, but I walk until I have baby Dante in Mia’s hand, and coming back to my wife, I grasp her hand and pull her unwillingly towards Rio’s office.
“I’ll be back, Rio. Need to talk to my wife in private,” I say, adding no more information.
London didn’t offer me a word until I shot the door behind us.
“I don’t want to talk about this, Zane,” she blurts out.
“Who called you?” I ask raising my brows.
“None of your business,” she spurts.
“Try again,” I bark out smoking fumes would leave my ears if I was a dragon.
I was that mad.
“Just Micah,” she replied.
I knew she was hiding something from me. My wife’s body tensed up whenever she was nervous or hiding something from me. This was one of those moments.
“Is he alright? What did he say?” I question softening my voice.
I know I don’t have to be mad at my wife for any reason, but this method could work.
London shook her head, her eyes watering with tears.
“Daddy,” she cries out and she runs to me, hugging me tight.
That was when I noticed my wife was crying.
“Don’t hold back a single tear, baby, let it all out,” I mouthed against her hair as I helped her to the sofa and ground her head against my shoulder.
She shudders so badly and her eyes water as she peeps up at me.
“I’ll get snort on your shirt if you keep pressing my head like that,” she mouths.
“I don’t care, baby,” I say and she smiles softly.
She sniffs softly and giggles hysterically.
When the storm calms down a little, I notice her reach out for something in her pocket and then, she brings out her phone.
“No secrets between us, right?” she asks her eyes looking up at me.
She was searching my soul, I let the sincerity slip into them, making sure she knew I was there and wasn’t going to let her down.
“Never. It’s always transparency. No lies,” I mutter brushing strands of hair from her head.
“I wasn’t lying when I said Micah called but it’s bad,” she confesses blinking out tears from her eyes.
“Can I see the phone?” I ask being patient with her.
London hands me the phone. I checked through it and for real Micah had been the caller she had been speaking to.
But what surprises me is the pop up message that slips into London’s phone.
YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO INVOLVE ZANE IN THIS
My eyes widen in shock as I shake my head in shock.
Tapping into the message icon, I see the picture on the image list and close my eyes in shock.
I feel my heartbeat accelerating as my head starts aching.
“They’ve got Micah,” I confirm what is already obvious.
“They’ve had him all this while,” she says softly, more tears streaming from her eyes.