***ZANE’S POV***
“Vincenzo? Jesus, Zane, get a sense of decency,” I hear a familiar voice groan out before I open my eyes.
The club is dead and apart from a few people making out at the end of the dimly lit room, I spot a few drunkards and that is it.
“Fuck, what happened?” I ask feeling like my head will be divided into two if care is not taken.
Yawning, I glare at the man in front of me, frowning for a second as his face gets a name in my head.
On alert, I grab Don Russell on the lapels of his shirt and pull him towards me, the memories if last night coming back in a rush.
“Where is she?” I growl, the sound beastly.
Russell frowns and pushes me away from him to stand.
“Where the fuck is who?” he questions his tone suggesting that I calm down and talk properly.
“My wife,” I bark out fiercely.
Alex comes in, a pretty mile on his face and Reaper behind him.
“Hey, Zane. Nice cock you have there,” he says and I look down at my soft cock, although deflated, it still has at least six inches and fat as hell.
Not showing an ounce of embarrassment, I slip my cock in my panties and buckle them upward.
“You were here with a whore all night and she left you? How crazy,” Rio grits out coming out from the back, his face a clean shaven pattern.
Confusion fills my features as I wonder what the hell they are doing here.
“I didn’t fuck a whore. Watch that silly mouth of yours, Rio,” I groan out annoyed at the assumptions he just pulled out of his mouth.
“Why then is your cock outside, barely covered by that blanket, huh? Where you just masturbating while men fucked women on stage?” Rio teases smirking boldly at me.
I take a step to go knock a tooth out of his mouth when Alex places his hands on my chest.
“What are you all doing here?” I question frowning.
“We got a call to come get your sleeping ass out of the club. The show was long over and you weren’t eager to leave,” Don Russell says his voice plain as he watches me carefully.
“I didn’t fall asleep,” I say looking at my surroundings carefully.
“You didn’t? You were snoring when we got here,” Alex says his brows creasing to form wave above his eyebrows.
“Can I have a bottle of water, please?” I ask regaining my seat, looking exhausted as I force my brain to pick out anything from last night.
When Reaper hands me a bottle of cold water he got from the bar, I take it gracefully, never so happy to have liquid touch my tongue.
I gulp down all the liquid before coming up for breathe, and when I opened my mouth, I speak so calmly that I fear I was going crazy.
“Enzo Antonov was here. He drugged me and took London away,” I say hearing the voices in my head and thinking this is all some cruel joke.
“You are bluffing right?” I hear Rio ask stepping closer to me.
“Does it look like I am laughing?” I demand sternly.
Rounds of shocking gasps ring through the air before Russell says, “We should check the security footage, they might have something of the night before.
With renewed hope, I follow him to the security room as he speaks to the manager.
“One of our girls were kidnapped at your club last night. We will need to see the camera records from outside last night, please,” Don Russell says politely, hoping to buy himself a pass with his good nature.
The chief security rolled his eyes as he demands, “And who are you guys? Do you gave any warrant or permit to get this information?” he inquires staring at his finger nails.
“No, we don’t. We just need to know what car took her, so that we can start out search,” Russell insists, his voice taking a hint of frustration now.
I wouldn’t want to be this guard when it snaps to anger.
“Well, do search footages from other shops, gentlemen, I need to keep an eye on my work, not on some piece of pussy five me couldn’t keep under their thumbs or let me say… Dick,” he finishes.
Reaper took a step towards the bastard but I block him, reaching first as I grab his neck and punching him on the face.
“What the…” he starts and I knock him again.
My anger, recklessness and failure to protect my wife comes up as a struggle as I keep punching the bastard until his face is a pulp.
Russell removes my hands from the half conscious man and he spits out mouthful of blood, and I see three teeth mixed with his blood on the floor.
“You utter a word about my wife again and you will be a dead man, understood?” I demand smashing his leg to draw his attention.
“Yes. Don’t kill me please. You could search through whatever CCTV footage you want to. It is all yours, but don’t kill me please,” he begs and I don’t feel anything for the piece of shit.
“Get the fuck out of my sight, before I change my mind and kill you,” I bite out the words at him.
Scurrying to his feet, the security officer scampers away giving room for us to enter.
Inside the big room, there are big screens reflecting every inch of the club and outside. Also, two men are on their knees with their hands in the air, probably begging for mercy.
“Don’t kill us please. We are ready to do whatever you want, just name it,” they state in resignation.
“Last night at around four a. m. I want to know what happened at my booth and then outside this building. Let me see if it was truly that piece of shit that abducted my wife,” I say frowning in place.
Nodding their heads, they go to work and five minutes later, I see the booth I was sitting in with London pop up.
“There, that is my wife. I need to know what happens next,” I say pointing to the screen.
Everyone is behind me eagerly waiting for what will happen next.
Broadening the frequency of video, I see myself pleasuring London, mouthing into her ears.
That was then I was asking her to fuck me because that is the last thought I shared of her.
Then, I see the hand come out from behind me and grab my face, putting a white face towel across my face.
I slumped immediately, not even fighting for a second.
It had taken London a moment to realize I had passed out and who was sitting beside her.
I see when the gun was knocked on her head and how she slumped across my body before the man dips closer and as I had seen last night, his face flashes on the screen.
“Enzo Antonov,” We all breathe out at the same time.
“Take the cameras that are positioned outside of the club, where he left. I need to know what car took him,” I say still holding my calm inside. Believe me, I am just a moment from losing my shit.
Why I haven’t done it yet is because I want to know the end of the matter.
Outside, a blue truck pulls up and Enzo carries London, trailing her outside as if she was one of the hookup girls he was inviting to have more with her.
This man was a lose end, one I should have closed when I killed his brother Riley. I lock eyes with the screen as they drive to the other side of town, the camera no more picking on them.
“ENZOOOOOO!!!” I scream in fury as I pull at the strands of my hair.
“I want this damn club shut down. You all go home. I can’t have my woman taken out of here without you all imbeciles even noticing it,” I bark out.
“Wait, replay the video,” Don Russell says and I look at him in confusion.
“We are done here,” I tell him.
“I don’t think so. Look at the screen and calm down brother,” Russell mutters motioning to the screen.
Forcing my eyes to focus, I look as Enzo leaves the club with London perched against him. He is supporting most of her weight, but what baffles me is his hand movement at the last minute.
If you aren’t keen you will miss the movement. He hands money to the door man and my nostrils flare in anger.
“I want that traitor now. I don’t care who he is or why he did what he did. I want him alive,” I grit out.
“Austin Blake. He is twenty and a valet of the club,” the security guy says and I clench my fists together.
“Does it look like I fucking care who he is or how old he is? I want him now. Let our men start searching, he shouldn’t be far considering he is a wanted man now,” I explain.
“Yes, Boss,” Reaper says stepping out with Alex to make a few calls.
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