***LONDON’S POV***
ZANE DIDN’T GIVE ME AWAY.
The realization hits me like a freight train and I hold my breath, fighting its rapid growth.
When I first heard Zane’s voice, tears choked me because the delight of finding out that my man was out there waiting for me was a refreshment, one that I was willing to take as a full blessing.
“Once we cross the bridge, we are out of Aloha District. I can’t wait to be in New York,” Oliver says twisting his fingers together.
“Same here. It would be a relief to know that our girl is with us,” Michael mutters.
I flinch, turning my head to start at Mike in disbelief.
“You both are going to share me?” my voice breaks as the fear is evident in my voice.
“What do you think, baby?” he asks laughing sweetly.
“Fuck you,” I bite out.
Oliver puts his foot on the gas and I go hitting my head behind Mike’s chair.
The taste of blood fills my mouth as I suck in large gulps of breath.
“London? Baby? Are you alright? Son of a bitch,” Zane’s worried voice fills my ear.
I try to shake it off, I want to be ready when my man tells me it is time to attack, but right now, that feels so hard.
“Serves you a lesson, bitch. I need your fucking mouth shut,” Oliver spits out.
My head hurts and even though I can’t make out the sounds clearly, I cover my eyes, forcing my brain to relax for a moment.
“Little girl? Are you there, baby? I want you to groan if you are okay,” he says into the blue tooth device in my ears.
I was losing it.
I didn’t groan because I couldn’t control any part of my body.
“Fuck! Damn it. Not now, baby. I need you to gather yourself for me, please. When Oliver rides across the bridge, there will be a rough bump, we set up some things to less his tyres down.
At the sound of that, kick his head with everything worth in you. Michael shouldn’t be much of a problem,” he finishes.
Time wasn’t on my side and I knew I had to do this myself. Blinking away the tears from my eyes, I groan.
I heard Zane’s breath of release.
“Alright, gentlemen. They are almost there. Get in position. I need to get to my wife,” he growls out.
Fighting the air through my lungs, I close my eyes, feeling more than seeing. I needed to be ready when Zane gave the signals. This is on me.
“London? They are almost there. In five, kick as hard as you can, baby. Daddy is trying to make a way for you to come out unscathed, okay?” he says encouragingly.
I don’t answer to that, just shut the fuck up and wait patiently.
At the sound of 1, Zane gave the signal and Oliver’s car ran across the bump on the road.
“Shit! Not that,” Oliver says.
“What?” Michael asks.
“I didn’t see the tyre nails on the road until it was too late. Zane set us up,” Olive says his voice bitter.
“Why? We had a deal,” Michael supplies, frowning.
“Because you have something that belongs to him,” I mouth from behind, lifting both legs and kicking at both Oliver and Mike’s faces.
With how tired I was, it didn’t have much of an effect, but the second blow was the best.
“Good job, London. Keep kicking and fighting, we are almost there,” he says. I hear running in the background and I push my leg for another round but Oliver stops me, dragging my leg, he tightens it so hard I am scared he is going to snap my ankle.
“You want to be wise, huh? Did that knot head of a husband make you do this? Was this a plan? Well, if we go down, then you go with us. Get out of the fucking car, Michael, help her out,” Oliver orders.
In the space of one minute, I was howled towards the bridge, fighting and screaming.
“Stop, Oliver. You are hurting me,” I beg. He didn’t give a fuck.
“What’s going on, London? What are they doing to you?” Zane asks as his breathing becomes labored.
“I don’t know. They are heading towards the bridge. He is going to kill me,” I say my eyes widening with shock.
“Yes, bitch. If your husband catches us, he loses you and we also lose you,” he backs out now that he knows I have Bluetooth in my ears.
“No! Let me go, Oliver,” I cry out shaking with fear.
“Get your arses out there, guys. They are going to kill London. Baby? We are one minute away. I swear, I love you, this was only part of a plan. I would never leave you with that bastard of Oliver,” he says fighting harder to run.
We were now at the center of the bridge and Oliver had slapped me twice on my face. Blood was spilling, I didn’t know where, but my face felt hot and streaming with liquid.
I was hauled over the railings of the bridge with my head hanging down when I heard a gunshot.
Turning, I see Michael going to the ground, part of his face blown off.
“Fuck! Jesus fuck!” I screamed as Oliver used me as a shield.
Hitting my head from the impact of being pulled by force, the metal railing does a turn tearing my flesh.
“OLIVER! LET HER GO!” Zane shouts as he rushes towards us.
“We both lose, Zane. Don’t mess with me,” Oliver slurs behind me.
His hand is tightening my air supply and I am losing consciousness slowly.
“If you kill her, you know I would kill you just like your bastard accomplice on the ground here,” he says pointing at Michael’s remains.
“I know. But you would remain a widower, and your son would grow up knowing that you traded his mother to save him. What a hero you are,” he says laughing.
A bullet goes off and Oliver screams behind me.
“You shot me,” Oliver screams and then, he is pushing me over the bridge.
The feeling of breeze and water hits me as I surrender to my fate.