***LONDON’S POV***
I watch Enzo leave for a moment and my eyes fall on Zane’s own. I can’t believe be is here, staring at me.
He is so handsome, and fine. I wish I could hold him and tell him just how much I love him. I can’t right now, so, my eyes are on his..
“I am sorry this happened,” I whisper.
“It isn’t your fault, little girl. I am trying to get my way out of the ropes. Once I set free, I will come that get you free too, okay?” he asks.
I nod quickly as I search frantically at what he is doing. That is when I see it, the knife in his hand as he goes through motion of filing the ropes, cutting it off.
“You know he is going to kill me right?” I ask feeling like I have been punched in the throat.
Zane just stares at me, basking in the truth. It is obvious, but pronouncing it out for him to hear how serious this is, can be some dark shit.
“Don’t say stuff like that, London. We will all be alright, I vow. We aren’t yet done with this vacation, so, you better keep your wits together, because I bet you have several things still unmarked in your bucket list. I want to be a part of that too,” be mutters sweetly.
I cry, my chest inflating and also breaking at several points.
This is nothing like I have felt before, Zane is more than my lifeline. He is that feature I know I must have. The one with him included. He is everything and more.
“I still have a lot to do, Zane. So, you better get us out of here,” I cry out pleasantly.
He nods at me warmly, nothing is more gracious than having my husband here with me.
Our intimate moment is short-lived when Enzo returns into the room, slamming his phone down, he brings the knife closer to me.
“Distract him enough for me to finish cutting the ropes that bind me,” he explains.
I do that with no complains.
And finally, when Enzo blocks the view between Zane and I, the only thing left is to start a conversation with the motherfucker.
“You promised not to hurt me if I helped you get Zane. Don’t come for me then,” I say with just a flicker of hope.
“You aren’t that stupid and dumb, are you? You should never have sided with the enemy against your husband,” he strikes out.
Grabbing my shirt, I stare down at him as he makes a cut on it.
“Stop, please,” I beg hopelessly.
“Shut up!” he screams.
Zane is focused on cuting the the ropes, and his eyes never leaves mine. He is the calm before the storm, thus, bracing myself for whatever this man is going to do to me, I cover my eyes, hoping it isn’t anything bad as much as it can be.
“London?” I hear Zane call out.
Opening my eyes to stare at him, he speaks through his eyes, giving me the strength I need.
When Enzo cuts off the strings from my legs, I don’t waste anytime in kicking him in the face.
Blood pools out of his mouth and then I give another push, and another until the man is on the ground grunting like a dog.
“London,” I see Zane struggling and I rush to him.
His hands are free and he cuts the binds on his hands. When he looks at me, I shake my head positively.
“You bitch. I should have slit your throat at the once chance I got when I kidnapped you,” Enzo fires out.
“You didn’t, and that is your mistake because this will be your demise right now,” Zane flashes out angrily.
“You think so?” Enzo questions darkly.
“I know so,”
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell Zane as he holds me, his hands around my waist.
“No, I have to finish this first,” he tells me pointing at Enzo.
I know that it is true, Enzo will be of the past and if care isn’t taken, he might cause a scandal that will end our life or worse, endanger it just like he did just now.
“Zane? What is going on?” I call out not knowing what the men are planning to do.
Enzo answers me, clearing my doubts.
“A fist fight. The winner walks away with you. This is a death affair, and you are about to watch me beat your husband like nothing fucking happened,” he states clearly.
“No, Zane, you can’t do that,” I call out my eyes widening frantically.
“Oh, yes, I can, honey, I have to do it,” he tells me.
“This is just you feeding your ego,” I tell him placing my hand against his shoulder.
Picking it and placing it in my mouth, the young man chuckles darkly.
“No, baby, this is your husband honoring you. Enzo disrespected you, and just like the old times, I am going to teach him a lesson in a brawl,” I finish.
My heart is pounding loudly in my ear, I know this is too much, everything in this room is much, but the look of pure drama in these men’s eyes make chill run down my spine.
*
The fight starts and I know I am in for a bad time. Zane punches Enzo and the man reciprocates. They are fighting over and over, and although I want to get back at them for even thing, it doesn’t seem to be working, it breaks my heart knowing that Enzo might kill Zane.
When they roll on the floor, I see it there in his hand, the blade Enzo had been using to get me free of the strings on my leg.
This is playing unfair.
“Dang it. He has got a knife Zane,” I scream as Enzo makes a cut on Zane’s rib.
He groans and I advance, but Enzo brings the knife up, ready to hit Zane with it.
I stand there watching, my body paralyzed in astonishment as my husband is about to be killed.
Picking Zane’s own discarded knife from the dirt, I rush to the scene and stab Enzo on the neck.
Blood starts pumping out as he widens his eyes in shock.
I watch as he slowly goes down, much of the pain in his eyes draining immediately.
Zane seizes the knife and stabbing Enzo only on his neck, he cuts the supply of air which chokes the fool to dead.
“It’s over,” he says walking to me and I throw myself on him.
“He was going to kill you,” I say still in shock.
“If not for you, he would have. I am grateful you did what you had to,” he finishes.
We kiss, long and hard.
“Let’s go home, I need to worship you” he states kissing me more.
Outside the warehouse, we notice the Vincenzo men waiting on us.
“You all stayed waiting for us? I thought I was clear when I asked you all to do home,” Zane asks frowning.
“You were, but you didn’t expect us to obey. I give the orders in this part, and I said we stayed. Where is Enzo Antonov?” Don Russell inquiries.
“Inside. He is soon turning cold,” Zane bites out sarcastically.
The men hug me before I am being put in the car with Zane sitting so close to my that I am practically on his thigh.
At home, I spend a moment being welcomed and later, Zane leads me to his bedroom where we holed up for the rest of the night.
**
The next morning, we make it out of the bed and Zane’s face is filled with bright colors as he glares at me expectantly.
“What is the matter?” I ask kissing him.
“Did I tell you how much I love you?” I demand holding my breathe.
“You do? Well, remind me again,” I say playfully.
Zane turns me so that I am ontop of him. Glad being there, my pussy finds his dick and I slid in his cock quickly.
“Uhh huh. I love you, London. To infinity,” he states.
As I ride his cock, I nod, if he expects me to stop doing what I am doing then he is up for something else.
When he groans, I look down at his abdomen and see the blood stream there.
“Shit! We didn’t dress your wound after we got home yesterday,” I cry out starting to slip out of his cock.
“If you slip out of my cock, I swear, I will fuck you on every tiny aspect in this bedroom. Stay where you are and keep fucking me, London,” he orders.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out falling forward and riding the fuck out of Zane.
I fuck him, I let him know that I am in charge, and that I mean business.
This is why when he cums, his fingers find my clit and they push me off the cliff.
“Zane!” I shout cumming hard and almost blindingly.
This is some truly immense shit and this man will be the death of me.