***ZANE’S POV***
It is about eleven p. m. In the evening when I hear banging sounds in the lower part of the house. In confusion, I stare awake and wake London.
“Little girl? Open your eyes for Daddy, please,” I beg as she starts to purr from her sleep daze.
London is the epitome of femalehood. Young, married to a mafia, and living perfectly on vacation with her husband.
My wife and I have had a bumpy road from times with Michael Logan, her stupid psychotic ex, and the Antonov brother who wanted her dead.
“What is it, Daddy?” she asks shrinking and her arms wrapping around my neck.
“Open your eyes for me, babe,” I say, making sure that she is still with me.
London’s eyelids flutter and her blue-green eyes glare at me.
“I was sleeping,” she whines out her lips finding mine.
Kissing her swiftly, I pull up from the bed when a banging sound shakes the house from downstairs, I cramp over London.
Shaking, London stares at me, her eyes looking scared.
“What’s going on?” she asks.
“I don’t know, but I am not going to stand here and watch my family get in the face of danger. Go find Dante and Lisa, bring them in here, and hide in the closet. Don’t get out until I come for you,” I order.
I slide down from the bed and put my grey sweatpants on. Grabbing two t-shirts, I slide one over my wife’s forehead and the next over mine.
Loud screams erupt through the house and the women are now screaming.
“Let me come with you,” London begs pitifully.
Grabbing her by the arm, I shake my head. “We have to look after Dante now. Do as I say, woman, I need to know you wouldn’t follow me downstairs, London, please,” I beg searching her eyes.
Wiping away the tears from her eyes, London nods her head standing on tiptoes to kiss me.
“I love you, Daddy,” she cries out.
Kissing her too, I mutter, “I love you more than I can imagine,”
Smirking, she walks away, heading towards Dante’s room. When she closes the door behind her, I take a sprint for the stairs, making it down.
Chaos.
That is what the house has become.
Don Russell, Rio, and Alex are being pinned to the wall by policemen who have their guns pointed at them.
“Zane Vincenzo,” a man breathes out, coming out of the crowd, his face a mask of bruised arrogance.
“Who the fuck…” I start when he fishes out a paper in his hands and shuffles it at me.
Grabbing it, I look at the writing in bold ink.
Warrant to search the premises.
Looking at the man, he speaks before I can utter a word.
“Sheriff Bianco. We need to search this place. And when we find what we are looking for, I am sorry but the entire Vincenzo clan will be brought down,” Sheriff Bianco spits out.
I know this has to do with the meeting we had a few days ago.
For fuck’s sake, we killed Enzo Antonov, the police were going to come after our asses, what I don’t know is why he thinks we are a culprit.
“Go search then,” I let out.
Nodding, they start searching. A few minutes later, I heard London’s screeching cry hit my era.
“Let me fucking go, asshole. Ouch! You are hurting me, let go,” she cries out.
I see red as I turn around to see my wife being manhandled by two officers of the law. Not only that, but I see Lisa trying to calm a crying Dante as he hiccups in her embrace, his baby hands reaching out to his mother.
“My wife,” I say angrily but I am being slammed to the ground, my body hard with anger as my hands are forced behind my back.
“You are resisting the law, Mr. Vincenzo, be careful, this might bring you trouble,” the officer on my right says, his voice dark with humor.
I force myself up and I feel a blow on the side of my head with a gun.
“He was resisting,” the man says to the Sheriff. They all chuckle and I see stars in front of me.
London punches an officer and I hear a groan before she dashes downstairs toward me.
“You sons of bitches. Leave my husband alone,” she barks out.
The Sheriff, a man I already dislike comes in front of London and I, and using the back of his hand, he slaps her across the face, causing her to fall to the ground.
“You can’t do that Sheriff,” a young man says.
From his uniform, he looked like a new recruit to the team.
“She was going to hit an officer of the law. You do understand the gravity of the act?” The Sheriff asks.
I don’t know what this is all about, I try fighting for my wife but I see London kick Sheriff Bianco on his dick.
Squealing like a little girl, I see the relief in London’s eyes as she rushes towards me.
The guards give way for her as she leans over me, tears sliding down her soft cheeks, her lips split with the effect of the slap Bianco gave her.
I know Bianco will die the moment this is over because I will be the one killing him. I will watch life squeeze out of his pathetic grey eyes.
“Are you alright?” she asks touching my face.
Instantly, Sheriff Bianco grabs London in an ugly way, pushing her on her stomach.
“You are under arrest, London Vincenzo for hitting an officer. You have the right to a lawyer and anything you do or say shall be used against you at the court of law,” he finishes his nasty speech.
Anger tips me over and reaching for Bianco, his two goons block me on the ground.
London scratches and screams, but it is needless since Sheriff Bianco puts a handcuff on her wrists, blocking her squabble.