***ZANE’S POV***
My heart was pounding as I knew I was going to be late.
I can’t be late. London is my life. She doesn’t need to go through something I could have avoided.
When I shot Oliver, the next seconds happened like a flash because he pushed my wife into the stream and then, the rounds of bullets became ceaseless.
I was shooting, Reaper too was, and also Sinner. When he grabbed his neck, there was too much blood pumping out of it that it became so difficult to control.
Falling to the ground, I watch the life drain from his eyes.
“Zane? Go get your wide, she might die with how shackled up she is,” I hear Sinner say.
Without thinking, I take off my shoes. I have never been grateful that I rolled up my shirt sleeves because right now, it becomes easy for me to jump into the water.
The cold water splashes against my face and as I squint my eyes to see where London is, the current of the water makes it hard.
“London!” I cry out when I come out for air.
She doesn’t respond, so, I dive inside a second time and squint harder to see past the wave running through me.
Then, I see London’s limp body. She wasn’t moving. It’s like she was dead.
No. That can’t be.
There was turmoil going through my mind, I wanted to burst out in tears as I swam towards her.
Grabbing her by the waist, I pull her out of the water.
Swimming to the edge of the stream.
Panting, Reaper helps me out, and I hurry behind him as he places my wife on the floor, her face turning white already.
“No! No! Please, not death,” I cry out as I reach out to her.
“CPR! She needs a CPR!” Sinner shouts out rushing towards us.
“I could call the police and bring an ambulance,” Pierre says and I gnarl my teeth at him.
“And not the time they reach here, we will have three corpses in our hands. No. That’s too risky,” I bark out in a tense manner.
With broad eyes, he nods in understanding.
I start tearing London’s t-shirt, unbuttoning the buttons on her jeans, and pulling them out.
I didn’t care if my men had a glimpse of my wife or not, I was just concerned about her wellbeing. I wanted her alive, not crouched in front of me dead.
Leaving her in her flimsy panties and no bra, I cross my fingers and apply pressure on her chest, I pump.
“Come on, baby,” I say.
Pressing her nostrils, I blow into her mouth, fighting back the tears from staining my cheeks.
“You can’t give up now that it’s over, little girl,” I cry out shaking violently.
Of course, she can’t give up. We’ve been through it all, and her shitty ex-boyfriend is dead. The proof of it is his lifeless body being pulled out of the road by my men at the moment.
Pressing her stomach harder, I sniff, holding back to the tears that are ready to pull out in a second.
“Please, little girl, one last chance. London,” I cry out blocking her nostrils harder and blowing into her mouth.
“She’s dead, Boss. There is nothing you can do now. If only we were a minute earlier,” Reaper says.
I don’t know when I punch him, but when he spits out, blood is curled in his saliva. I am surprised a tooth didn’t fly out as well.
“Ouch!” Sinner blurts out beside us.
Hitting him with one of my deadly glares, he throws his hands upward and backs away a few steps.
I pressed on London’s face, she wasn’t even showing the slightest sign of life, I felt like this was my punishment for giving her away. I know it was a dick move, but there were high chances Oliver wouldn’t have been so stupid not to think for a second about what he would do in case I pulled the trigger.
It comes back to the fact that I should never have fired that gun.
Fuck! I could have killed London myself, then I swear, I should never have forgiven myself for that act. Never ever.
Craddling London in my cheat, I kiss her damp hair that is now one with the skin of her head. When I close my eyes, wishing for death for myself, I hear little spluttering sounds that quickly become full body coughs and fights.
Opening my eyes, I see London fighting for life.
London is alive.
“Are you alright, Little girl? Be gentle, please,” I beg.
I release her hands as she catches her breath. The look she gives me shatters into tears before I can decipher what she wants.
“Daddy,” she says finding the crook of my neck and hiding there.
She cries out so hard that I feel the need to shed a few tears myself.
“I thought I was already dead. I didn’t think you would save me,” she choked out.
“Never, baby. I will always save you. I am sorry I didn’t let you in the plan but I needed to do this if I wanted it to be flawless, what I didn’t know was the fact that Oliver was actually going to push you over the bridge,” I cry out into her hair.
“You killed him,” London says.
It isn’t a question, so I don’t answer, but she knows.
With what Oliver did to her, there is no way I would let any man who hurt her leave. It is as simple as that.
There is a clear of throat and when I look at Reaper, he has a bright look on his face.
“The police will soon be here to investigate the gunshots they heard. I guess it is about time we left,” he says before turning polite eyes at London.
Standing, I lift London in my eyes.
“We go home and then, we have a doctor come check over you, okay?” she nods quickly, smiling genuinely.