***LONDON’S POV***
**AUTHOR’S NOTE***
Hi, readers.
Me again. I hope you enjoyed Reaper’s brief moment with Blakely. Back to the main story.
XoXo xxxx
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Cold water splashes on my face and I just forward breathing heavily. My eyes are hazy and I feel like I am going to pass out just by being in this space.
“Wake up, Barbie,” a dark voice says and lifting my eyes, I see Enzo Antonov and I start sobbing.
“Let me go, please,” I beg looking at my surrounding.
This place is bad news, it smells like feet and as I look closely, I see the only holes from the room are made from the chipped zinc on the rooftop.
“I can’t, I am sorry. Your husband killed the people I love most,” he grits out.
The last time I saw Enzo, he was hitting me and introducing me to his Boss, Oliver and Michael. His brother Riley had been a pain in my ass.
“They deserved to die. They hurt me,” I spit out.
Enzo slaps me and I groan.
“Shut up. You know nothing about being hurt because I am about to slit you into tiny pieces and ship your body parts back to your husband,” he barks pulling my hair away from my head.
“No, let go of me,” I shout trying to flinch aqay from him.
This man is strong, he wouldn’t let me go no matter how I fight.
And fuck me for being tied to this chair.
“Zane wouldn’t leave me alone here. He never will. Just wait until he gets here, he would make you regret ever touching me,” I shout.
“What about that baby in your stomach? Is that enough to make him stop?” he demands and I stay there frozen in place.
“I am pregnant?” I ask more to myself and in bewilderment.
“I guess congratulations are in other. You didn’t know you were, huh?” Enzo says cackling as he moves back to the table he is using as a desk for his workstation.
Pregnant?
Fuck! I can’t believe I am pregnant. Zane will be over the moon, but the fact that I didn’t even realize I was carrying a baby in me is crazy as fuck.
“How… How did you know?” I whisper, still not finding my voice to yell out.
“I have my ways, London. Now, we are going to cooperate and unlike the last time, I wouldn’t hesitate to cut your stomach open and get rid of that little bean starting to grow in there,” he flashes me the side of his blade and I close my eyes, stiffling from crying.
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
“Try me, London,” he says advancing towards me and halfway across the room, his phone starts ringing.
“That bastard better have a good reason for calling me, especially when I was about starting my experiment on you,” he states, disappointment lacing his voice as he moves away.
I release the breathe I didn’t know I was holding until I see Enzo Antonov walk back to his desk, and plucking his phone, bringing it to his ear.
He is dressed in blue heabs and a bloodstained yellow shirt. I know better not to ask who the blood belongs to.
“The bastard shouldn’t have should up, but let him come to me. He is digging up his own grave,” Enzo states.
Ending the call, he strides towards me and bares his teeth at me in an angry scowl.
“You heroic husband has to come and ruin our little fun, angel. But you will play a little game now, wouldn’t you?’ he asks dragging my chair with me to the center of the room. I scream in pain as he finally leaves me there.
“You asshole. Don’t she me as a bait. Why don’t you fight him like a man? You need to hide behind your enemy’s wife to proof your fucking point? I watched how Zane put a bullet in Oliver’s head, I wouldn’t blink while he shoots you dead too,” I state waiting for the aftermath to come.
It does as expected and my ears are ringing, my blood comes out of my mouth and nostrils.
I am temporary drawn to darkness and when I stick those eyes open, a very pissed off Enzo is staring at me.
“If I hear you utter another word, I would gag you with my socks, and know that it isn’t tasting nice because I haven’t changed them in weeks,” he finishes.
I know when to shut the fuck up and this probably is one of those times because being quite, I struggle, fighting to mind my business.
“What is the plan?” I demand, feeling awkward and waiting for the gist.
Enzo stills, his hand digging into my hair. I flinch, but don’t give him a better angle at how hurt I truly feel.
“You want to know to put a dent on it don’t you?” he asks.
I don’t offer him the pleasure of him to think that is correct, I just stare at him hoping, begging that he complies.
“Well, initially, my goal is to get Zane alone here. I need to punish him, make him bleed, suffer, just like how he made my brother do at the last hours of his life,” he says.
“How did you know that?” I ask my breathing picking the pace.
Enzo grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.
“Because I saw the footage. He killed Riley in cold blood,” he spits out in anger.
My eyes broaden and I shake my head, screaming in shock.
“He didn’t. This must be a misunderstanding of some kind,” I cry out painfully.
“It is not,” Enzo shouts bringing an Ipad to my face as he makes sure I see what he is showing.
The audio is mute but I see Zane with a gun pointed at Riley’s face. I hear the loud sound of a gun going off.
“Oh, Zane,” I say slumping into the wooden chair.
“You are going to help me capture your husband, London. He deserves the death of the people who are dear to me,” Enzo spits out.
I am dazing out in disbelief. I know Zane would go through hell and back for me, but I draw the line on where he hurt other people for me.
Not only has he killed someone, but they are after me. In this game if playing the mafia, it is always the wife who are the casualties and it breaks my heart just knowing that my husband would go lengths for me.
“You are trying to use me against Zane, that is not going to work,” I shout at Enzo’s face.
His face is astonished before his anger usurps his face and he hits me again.
“The next time you disrespect me, I will make sure you eat from a straw for a very long time,” he barks fiercely.
Shuddering, I know this man is freaking serious, and at that makes me scared.
“You wouldn’t kill me, will you?”
This is the shitties thing to say in front of a kidnapper, but damn it if I even know what this is all about.
“It depends on whether you side with me or your shitty as husband,” he finishes.
My chest is pounding hard, I know this is literally so fucked up, but no matter how hard I try to even go on good terms with myself, it doesn’t seem to be giving off the vibes.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?” I question.
Tapping my cheeks politely, he tells me the plan.
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Ten minutes later, a car is pulling up and gunshots fire. My adrenaline us spiking up harshly. Enzo is behind me hiding and the room is dimly lit.
If Zane passes through the main entrance, then, he is going to get killed. I have never wishes more for a man like Zane to not be in love because it always ends with one of us dead and the other heartbroken.
If Zane as to die now, I don’t know how I will explain to him that I am carrying his baby. Worse, it is the pain of surviving through this stage that will be the most difficult because it will break my heart.
“Zane don’t come in through the main entrance please, you will get killed,” I cry out to myself, the pain breaking my chest so badly.
A blast goes off in the distance and and the door is being flown by the wind.
“Arghhhhh! Help me, I am here,” I start screaming.
“Remember the plan, London, I will blow your head from my angle,” Enzo threatens and I choke on my tears.
I know this is the chance I have to save Zane, and for us to be together once more. Seizing the opportunity, I start screaming, hoping that Zane hears me out.
“Zane, do not pass through the main entrance, it is a trap, please, Daddy, not the main entrance,” I scream my lungs burning from so much power.
“Fuck you. I shouldn’t gave trusted this bitch,” Enzo starts shooting and I brace myself to embrace death.
But instead, I am pulled back by Enzo’s strong arms around my neck.
“You shut the fuck up unless you want a steel bullet in your brain,” he threatens.
I shut up, using common sense to stay alive.
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