***LONDON’S POV***
4:45 p. m
I grab my phone tensing at each turn, waiting for the right time to badge out of the house.
My baby is one year old today and I feel so fucking proud about it. He is the only reason why I am coming here today. I want him to have a life well deserved. He needs to know his parents have the world at his disposal.
IT’S TIME
I read the message and closed my eyes in fear, my chest constricting with a lot of thoughts running through my head.
The people in the house weren’t many, but we were enough to distract me from Zane as I made my way outside.
“Going somewhere, London?” I hear Reaper’s dark voice ask as I step outside.
Closing my ears, I shake my head, staring at him.
“No, Reaper. Zane has sent me to go grab the present he bought for Dante. It’s in his truck,” I say looking at it.
That’s a cheap lie. Reaper’s snarl says it too.
“I got that present out earlier this morning. I also heard that you are at a flight risk to go save your brother. Maybe that’s where you are heading to,” he says accusingly.
My cheeks spread with a shade of pink in them, and no matter how he wants to play it, I will beat him to it.
“Oh, yes, that. But, did Zane also tell you Oliver would send my brother’s body parts before this party is over?” I ask.
He inhales sharply.
“I don’t think so, huh? Get out of my fuckign way Reaper, I don’t want to hurt you,” I mutter keeping my eyes on him.
Stealing a glance behind me, I noticed that Zane wasn’t checking out on me, thus, making this the perfect opportunity to pull Reaper down and get away.
“How do you intend on hurting me, London? You are so tiny I wonder if you can even hurt a fly,” he teases laughing heartily.
Taking tentative steps towards him, I don’t give away anything until I am a foot away from him, and then, using my knee, I knock him hard on his groin.
“Oughhh!” he groans slowly going down.
“Anything to say, Reaper?” I ask crossing him as I rush to the car.
He is still on the ground when I roar the engine of the truck and pull out.
With my phone in my hand, I call and it clicks answer on the third ring.
“I’m coming, Asshole. What do I do when I get there?” I ask knowing that this is a truly stupid move.
I could easily have let Zane help me out. He was going to find a plan. The only thing is, his plan would have been too late to help save Micah.
“Oh, little, London, I knew you were going to show up to save this asshole of a brother. He has been nothing but a pain in my ass,” Oliver spits out.
I hear Michael’s unmistaken voice behind the background and I close my eyes in shock.
“How do I know my brother is alive? I want another proof of life now. I am almost at the bridge where we have to meet,” I state matter of fact.
I wasn’t going in blind.
“Bring the boy,” Oliver orders.
“London. Fuck, London, please get me out of here,” I hear Micah’s unmistakable voice and I start crying, my eyes going hazy as I try hard to focus on the group.
“I will, Micah. I am coming,” I say.
“That’s enough talking, London. Make sure that crazy alpha male of a husband isn’t following you behind. I will be there to deliver your brother personally,” he says.
“I am alone, Oliver. Don’t touch him, I will cut off your hands if I find any more bruise on him than it is naturally supposed to be. It is me you want, Oliver. So, leave him out of this,” I snarl.
A dark chuckle fills the car as Oliver’s annoying laughter fills the air.
“Be on time, London,” he stutters and hangs up.
My eyes are blurred as all I see is a hurt Micah. I don’t want him to go through all of this. It isn’t worth it for him to die for a course I was so stupid to leave as an open end.
It took me twenty-five minutes of driving and staying on the speed limit before I arrived at the bridge.
One car is there and it looks abandoned. Frowning, I turn the engine off, leave the keys in the car, and walk out of my car, leaving the comfort it provides.
This place wasn’t in plain sight, hell no, it even had shrubs that were overgrown and if anyone was laying low there, I wouldn’t notice them until it was too late.
Staring at the phone in my hand, I hold my breath as I move to the abandoned car.
It starts ringing and I let out a strangled cry before answering.
“I hope you aren’t playing games with me, Oliver. Where the fuck are you?” I ask fuming.
Oliver cackles and I start trembling knowing that this doesn’t sound right.
“Playing games? I should be asking you that,” he spits out furiously.
Catching my breath, I frowned, not knowing what he was saying.
“I beg your pardon? I respected the meeting spot and here I am before the end of the day. Where are you, Oliver?” I ask my blood boiling in my head.
This time, he grits his teeth until I hear them crack over the phone and when he speaks, the is this streak I find compelling.
“So, fucking tell me what your husband and his goonies are doing behind you,” Oliver fires and drops the call.
When I turn around, I see a mad ass Zane with six of his men all having Glocks in their hands.
“Oh, Zane, no. You don’t have to be here, they will kill Micah now that you have shown up here,” I cry out falling to the ground, breaking into pieces as my world comes crumbling with me.