***ZANE’S POV***
I am grateful for the men that are here because they start fighting and soon enough, we outnumber Enzo’s men.
The blast on the door is the signal for us to enter but when London starts yelling, begging for me not to come through the main doors, I take the heed.
Check the side doors and exit route. That fucker will hurt my wife if he doesn’t get me first,” I order running.
The gunshots from the building causes adrenaline to spike up my blood as I rush, hoping that I am at least early.
Early to save my precious wife. She needs to know I did everything in my human power, and more.
I start shooting too, but I hear London’s voice call out to me as I enter the building.
“Don’t shoot Zane, you will kill me,” she cries out and the dust clearing, I see her in Enzo’s arm.
He is choking her out and will soon suffocate her to dead. My men are not close behind me and Enzo’s eyes are searching around thinking he has an escape way now.
Fuck the imbecile, I have my men stationed at every inch of this place and he will be leaving in a body bag before the day ends.
“You don’t want to use a weapon now that you know I have your wife in my custody, do you?” he demands laughing stupidly.
“Let her go,” I order.
Enzo laughs, the sound nothing pleasant to the ear.
“Why? You killed Riley and sent a footage of your handwork to me. It will only be fair that I kill your wife before your eyes,” he finishes.
My stomach lurches and I take a step forward.
I watch London’s frantic eyes beg for me to stay put.
“Don’t, please, he will kill me,” she begs.
I feel bad, and I stop, waiting for Enzo to give me his terms.
“What do you want?” I demand fiercely.
“Why don’t you start by sending your goons home?” he says motioning at Don Russell, Alex and Rio. The other men too.
Don Russell frowns and takes a step forward and I hear Enzo uncork his gun.
Pushing my hand forward, I block my brother.
“Don’t. He isn’t bluffing, Russell. At this stage, the bastard has nothing to lose. But we do. Damn it. I have a lot to lose,” I finish throwing my head upward.
Russell drags me to the corner and looks at me in the eye.
“Are you so sure? There might be nothing in that gun and it is just to put a bait on you,” he spits out.
I take a second to think, then brush it aside.
“It could be but I am not taking any chances with him. Please, stay back before I knock you out,” I let out pushing him behind me.
“You want to do that to me? Use your head, man, we don’t need to take this far,” he pushes forward.
A gunshot rings in the air and I flinch, turning to look at Enzo.
Twirling back to stare at Russell, I give him that ‘I told you’ glare and warn him to back off.
“Enzo!” I growl the bastard’s name.
“Ask your men to go home. The next bullet wouldn’t fly in there air but it will lurched perfectly in your wife’s brain,” he threatens.
I watch how London trembles in this man’s embrace, I want to tell her that everything will be alright. My wife needs that assurance, but I don’t, because I am much of a pussy than any of these men would think of me.
“Go home, you all. Thank you for coming here, but you need to leave now,” I say holding my own.
“Don’t let him play you over this round, Zane, you can do this,” Alex says angrily.
Pointing my gun at him, I bite out harshly. “Get the fuck out of here now. You too. I don’t want to pull the trigger on any of you,” I say biting back the sorrow I feel at these men having to leave me behind.
They are my family, a great part of me, and it shatters my heart knowing that these men have to leave me here.
But this fight is for me to show how witty I am as a mafia lord. It will bring respect to the Vincenzo name and whack off any other enemy that think they can mess with us.
In resolution, I watch them, one after the other leave.
“All gone,” I say as their distant cars pull out of the place until it is only a distant noise.
“Place your weapons on the floor and kick them away,” he says.
I do it, and Enzo shouts at me. “Keep your fucking hands where I can see them,”
Obeying, I discard of the guns I have on me.
“Take your shirt and shoes off. I am not taking any chances with you,” he finishes.
I know Enzo is a psychopath, but I doubt he has the power to physically fight me.
Not in the mood to try it out, I so as he says.
Finally, his legs pushes the weapons away and I am tied to another chair at the far end of the room, but directly opposite London’s own.
“What do you need?” I am your prisoner now,” I blurt out.
“To watch you suffer. I want to see the pain in your eyes while I open your woman, you need to know the pain I felt while I watched you torture Riley Antonov to dead,” he grits out.
I am speechless, looking at London, she looks beaten up and exhausted, I wonder what he had done to her.
“I am going to get you out of here,” I promise her.
“It is too late now, Zane,” she says calmly.
“What do you mean?” I demand wrinkling my brows.
Enzo speaks up this time.
“I was left with only one bullet in my gun and I made sure I threatened London, making her believed I had two. You should have listened to your brother, this would have been over since, and we wouldn’t be dragging right now,” the bastard says.
Pure anguish makes me see red and thrashing on my chair, it is built in place and doesn’t even move.
My hands are tied in the back I know this is so fucked up. More than it seems to be.
I have failed my wife. Don Russell had seen right through Enzo’s little game, but I had been so blind to look into it. Now, here am I trapped with a man who is fantasizing about gutting my woman up.
Like what the fuck is she? A fish or something?
“You son of a bitch, I am going to torture you until you will beg for death. Yours wouldn’t be as fast and clean like what I did with Riley. With you, I will take my time, get the tools and force life out of you. Kiss Oliver when you get to hell,” I shout angrily.
“Keep talking, you will have to carry your baby before be is even born,” he let’s out.
I stop, hearing the sound of nothing penetrate my ears.
Looking at my wife, I see the shocked and pleased look in her eyes.
“You are pregnant?” I gasp out.
“Yes, Zane. I guess you have super swimmers,” she jokes despite the situation before us.
I was still planning on giving her a baby, and here she was already pregnant.
“I will get you out of here…” I trail when Enzo speaks up.
“Of course, you will. In pieces because she will be dead,”
Closing my eyes, I try to think, to make sure I have a plan. If this motherfucker doesn’t have a gun on him, then, it means he is weaponless. If I weren’t strapped to a damn chair, I would take him out in two seconds.
“Shut the fuck up. I wasn’t talking to you. Now, if you keep your mouth shut for a while, I will put up a plan to kick your skinny ass, Enzo,” I push him.
I know this is bad, but he needs to keep talking to me. Now that his back is at me, I fumble until, I unlock the small knife Russell hand given me.
I have no fucking clue I was going to use it against thick ropes, but yes, this is effective but it sulks at the speed it is going. Like this, Enzo will kill London before I can even make a heroic appearance.
“I will get you out, I promise,” I tell her.
“I love you, Zane,” she mutters, her eyes expressing that love.
“Me too. Every bit of me is fighting to get us out of here,” I say holding eye contact with her.
“I know. Please get me out of here,” she stutters.
“I promise, I will,” I assure her.
We lapsed into silence and I continue cutting at the ropes on my hand, as Enzo starts walking about, preparing a spot to gut London on it.
The bastard, he will have a long, slow and painful death.