***LONDON’S POV***
NO! FUCK NO!
I am losing the plot. Zane is making a huge mistake trying to mishandle this situation. Things wouldn’t have happened like this if he would have just fucking listen to me.
“Fuck! Jesus fuck!” he screams and I close my eyes, willing the headache from my head would subside.
“This is all your fault, Zane,” I cry out slumping to the ground on my knees.
For a moment, Zane stops wallowing in self-pity and turns around to look at me.
“I beg your pardon?” he asks sounding shocked.
“You didn’t hear me? I said this was your fucking fault. If you would have let me take care of this, nothing wouldn’t have happened, and I would still have my son,” I shout.
The men are dusting themselves and I check around, not much damage, but the men seem to shake.
It looks worse than it actually is. Fury blinds Zane and he takes a few sensitive steps before me and growls in anger.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks anger causing his nostrils to flare.
“You heard me right, Zane. This was between me and Oliver, you hadn’t stomped in to play the hero, none of this would have happened,” I spit out.
The anger in Zane’s body caused all the blood to move to his face and he was red, like a ripe potato. He could burst for all I care.
“Are you trying to put the blame on me?” he asks stalking towards me.
Digging my legs to the ground, I don’t cower before this beast of a husband because I know what I am saying.
“You should have stayed out of it, asshole, now, my son is gone,” I mutter the shock of what I actually said hitting me like a ball.
Shit. I’ve lost my son to my ex-boyfriend.
“Well, if you hadn’t whore yourself out to a man who is now after your family, we wouldn’t have been here,” he spits out in my face.
My jaws drop and the personal insult. I had started it and this was just a comeback to it.
“Guys, that’s enough,” Rio says from afar, keeping quite a respectable distance from us.
Ignoring him, I say the words that run through my mind as I let my stupid impulsive thoughts take over the major part of my argument.
“You know what, Zane, you should be grateful for that ex, you hear? Because he was the one who brought me straight into you. What have I gotten since then? Your alpha hole attitude, plus your shitty disrespect has been slapped at my face,” I scream out.
Zane takes a step backward, his eyes not betraying him as he looks at me, willing me to give some kind of information. He wasn’t hearing more though.
“How did he do that?” he questions, his voice a low growl.
I looked around, knowing well that his men were hearing, I spoke out, giving him the show he deserves.
“I asked Micah to help me with some money to pay back my school loan. When I got the money, I paid back everything Oliver had spent on me because that was what he wanted to let me go free,” I spit out.
The men gasp and I roll my eyes. Of course, they didn’t know that. It was my secret, even Oliver didn’t know how I raised the money to pay him back. As long as it wasn’t his money that went missing by the time I paid him, he was so damn contented to let me go.
Thinking about it now, I don’t think Oliver needed that money, fuck, it was more like a droplet in his ocean of riches.
“So you lied to Micah and to me too. You almost got your brother killed because he was trying to save you? You must be an idiot,” he spits out angrily.
I feel my muscles tighten at the sound of his words. I hate Zane for being brutally honest with me. They might not be the words I want to hear, but that doesn’t stop the fact that he has to say those words either way.
“I need to go find Micah and Dante,” I say walking past Zane.
“No!” he shouts so hard that I jump out of my skin.
“No?” I demand holding my breath.
Nodding, Zane turns around to look at me. These dark brown eyes were very expressive, I saw the restrained anger in them.
“I don’t get it,” I murmur bracing myself for his words.
Of course, they come and I wasn’t expecting it to sound like shit at all.
“You, London Vincenzo, have done a lot of damage with that half ass ex of yours,” Zane says coolly as if we were having a normal conversation.
No, we weren’t, this was more deeper than it actually looked like.
“I need to carry on with the plan,” I scream at Zane’s face.
When he steps up to look me in the eyes, I feel so little because Zane’s massive body covers mine as he towers above me. And then, he lowered himself until he was a hair breathe away from my face.
Zane was invading my personal space and fuck, he looked so hot doing that.
“I have left you enough strings to tug on, London, and you have done just that. Now, you are going home and sit your ass until I can figure out a way to look for your brother and my son,” he says and I gasp in shock.
I have never heard him sound so rude, and he is unapologetic after excluding adding Our son instead of my son.
Asshole.
“I need to help, Dante needs his mama,” I fight back.
Zane’s hands circle my neck and he squeezes unceremoniously.
“Do you need a reminder of who is in control?” he asks his dark face close my mine.
Even if I wanted to talk, my air supply was cut off, thus, I managed a shake of the head before Zane let me go.
Gasping, I feel humiliation creep up my body. It was a good thing Zane’s men acted like Zane hadn’t just suffocated me to death right before their eyes.