***LONDON’S POV***
I wake up in a moving car, and the smell of gas fills the car, making me frown.
When I notice Zane behind the steering, I am confused as to what is going on.
“Zane?” I call out looking around me.
Trying to move my arms I frown when I find then bound. Bile rises to my throat as I stare at the man who had done it with questioning glares.
“Uhm… Why am I tied to the car, Zane? And where are we going to?” I ask.
I don’t know what time it is, but judging from outside and how the sun is starting to break, I bet it is the early hours of morning. It doesn’t stop the confusion from filling my mine.
“Oh, you are awake, baby,” he says smiling sweetly at me.
“Untie me, please,” I beg sobbing.
“No, darling. I am going to hand you over to Oliver in exchange of my son. It will be yours to amend your scores with your shitty ex because he isn’t including Dante into the mix,” he blurts out, fuming as he drives.
My feel hit make my eyes sting, I want to yell at Zane, make him see reason why he shouldn’t do this, but I just stay seated behind the car, tears choking me.
“You love me, Zane,” I remind him.
If this was some game, I wanted it to be over now.
“I know that, London. That is where whatever is going down here today, you need to play your part, okay?” he asks staring at me briefly through the windshield.
I want to cuss at Zane, to yell at him until he let me go, but right now, it seems to be difficult, I just have to glare at him and hope that shit doesn’t hit the fan.
When the car pulls at a warehouse that is dilapidated, I wonder if there are actually people leaving there.
The back door opens and Zane helps me out. I noticed the ropes aren’t hard, thus, I don’t make a big deal about it.
This might be my husband’s big project to bring his son and give his wife away. Although I act like it doesn’t affect me, I close my eyes, willing myself not to fucking cry.
“Be a good girl for me and fight me now,” Zane says winking at me.
Opening my mouth to ask what had just happened, Zane’s massive hands grab my hair and my instincts kicks in. I start fighting Zane, kicking and scratching.
As much as it makes it looks hot, I was seriously in confusion, not knowing what to do.
“Zane!” a familiar voice bellows and turning around, I see Oliver walking out of a hallway, closely followed by Michael..
Our eyes meet and he rushes to me.
“Oliver, you meant it when you said you were going to bring her for me,” he says, grinning like a boy that Santa offered Christmas gifts to him.
“I stand on my words,” Oliver says.
“So tell me then, where is my son?” Zane asks, releasing me to Michael.
The fool’s hands grabs me and I feel nauseous.
“Here!” Oliver says handing Dante to Zane.
“Get the fuck out of here before I pull out my glock and shoot you in the head, Vincenzo. You gave no business being in my territory,” Oliver says darkly.
I have this prickling feeling moving around me, more like dread.
Zame starts walking towards the door and gracing me one look, he leaves.
I feel heart wrenching tears attack my guts, blinking back the tears, I fight the urge not to get, and when Zane closes the door behind him, I shudder back in disbelief, crying myself away.
Michael wipes my tears and as much as I want to slap him, I am too weak.
I fall down on my knees and weep for my loss. My husband and son in one day. The betray is worse than anything I have ever felt and as I stay there crying, the men give me a moment to catch my breathes..
**
“London?” I hear the distinct sound of Zane.
I widen my eyes and look around, when I don’t see him anywhere close to me, I frown.
“Hey, little girl, are you there? Don’t answer to me, I just want you to listen okay?” the voice says.
It was so close that when I touch my ears, I realized I has bluetoltb devices inserted in my ear.
“If you can hear me and you wouldn’t utter a word, I want you to cough softly. It should be discrete honey,” he orders.
I do as I am say and shut up.
I am being guided out by Michael and Oliver. The restraints in my hands were taking off.
Where Oliver was in a few steps answering a phone call, Michael went to start the car for us.
“Good girl. You would be in the car with Michael and Oliver. You will be behind, thus, I want you to kick Oliver’s face hard when I give you the signal to do so. Can you do that for me, baby girl?” Zane asks.
Fidgeting, I look at Oliver and then, back to the ground, my eyes focused on my toes.
“Hummphn,” I say finally.
Zana sighs, and then, the call is hung up.
My brain will fry if these men don’t take me away from here. I don’t care about Zane, he had been an asshole for seeing me, but that is what he deserves when he fucking gives me away to the men I am adamant about hating.
A horn blasts and I jump, looking at the upper side of the sidewalk
Michael is there and he is calling Oliver’s attention.
“Make sure you secure her in the car, I would hate it if she runs away from me, especially now that we are just getting to know one another.
With how ridiculous that sounds, Mike chuckles darkly.