Chapter 184

Book:Daddy Zane Published:2024-6-5

***LONDON’S POV***
The next hours are hell for me, no one comes in here for whatsoever reason. I don’t see Sherrif Bianco or Inspector Mario.
And since they left, I’ve passed out three times. Sweat beads on my forehead and I look down at the liquid running down my feet.
Urine.
A wave of embarrassment washes through me, and I fidget at myself.
“This is bad. This is so fucking bad,” I mutter out to myself.
I don’t know how long I stay thinking but then, the door opens and Sherrif Bianco walks in with another officer.
I don’t see Inspector Mario anywhere.
“Uncuff her,” he orders not having the balls to look at me in the eyes.
The officer snifles and looking down at my feet, he shakes his head.
“She pissed herself,” he exploded, laughing at me.
“You would too if you were suspended in the air for twenty hours,” Bianco shoots out.
I feel dizzy as a wave of adrenaline hits me. Bending, I vomit and the officer barely has time to move aside before bile hits on his shoes.
“Fuck! That’s shitty,” he complains.
“She is sick. We need to get her out of here,” he tells him fiercely.
Quickly, my cuffs are removed from the hook and I collapse. Sheriff Bianco catches me just in time to remove me from landing on my urine and vomit.
I feel raw, my legs hurt from stretching and my hands from staying upward for twenty hours.
Just the thought of those numbers got me choking on my tears.
“Get out, you are free to go home,” Bianco says pushing me outside the door.
I look back thinking that this is some kind of joke but he scowls at me when our eyes meet and turn around to look at the officer.
“Get somebody to clean this room and the cameras should be erased in real-time. Got me? You better do your job well or you will not be there to testify against anything,” Sheriff Bianco warns.
“Yes, Sheriff,” the Officer replies and I force myself to move, not wanting anyone to catch me eavesdropping.
From all the time I spent with Zane years ago, he always made me know that I am bad at eavesdropping, amongst other little mischiefs I commit daily.
The lifter is busy and I take the stairs before Sheriff Bianco comes out of the room.
Running through five floors of a building is no joke, my legs would have given up on me if not for the fact that I was holding the railing tightly.
Going down the reception hall, I head for the door and freeze when I see Inspector Mario.
He is talking to someone and he lifts his her just in time for our eyes to meet.
He smirks, excuses himself, and walks over to me.
“Scary Little London, aren’t you?” he asks laughing diabolically.
My eyes are towards the door but my legs wouldn’t propel me to move forward, it is just crazy that such a thing will happen to me and Zane isn’t here to defend me.
What has he been doing since? I expected him to walk in here and defend me. At the thought that I have been left alone causes tears to fill my eyes.
I hate that Inspector Mario sees me as weak.
“Aww! Poor little baby. Run home now. If I see you in this premises in the next five minutes, I will send my men to haunt you down and lock you up again,” he threatens moving out of the way.
At that threat, I take quick steps and when the fresh air hits my face, I force my exhausted body to start running.
I know better than to still be here when the five minutes as a startup is over.
The building is in a secured part of town, thus, vast. Leaving the gates, I don’t look back because I fear that I might see men chasing me.
When I hit the highway, I stopped a cab and gave him my location.
I don’t hear how much I am taxed, I only want to get home. I want to see my husband, my baby. My family.
“Are you alright, Ma’am?” the cab driver asks his eyes catching a glimpse at me from the rear mirror.
“Some sleep would do,” I manage to say.
The cab driver doesn’t pry anymore and I slumber.
“Madam? We are here,” I hear the cab driver say and I open my eyes.
The house is in front of me and a knot of happiness clouds me.
“I will send someone to come outside and pay you. Thank you,” I murmur and the cab’s gentle head nods are all the response I get.
I walk into the living room and I hear a glass break.
“London! Jesus, everyone, London is home,” someone screams.
Instantly, everyone creeps out of their holes and I search frantically for Zane.
“London?” I hear his voice as he leaves the office and stomps towards me.
Although it is about ten p. m. in the night, he still has his dress pants and rolled-up white shirt.
He looks sexy and I can’t suppress the tears that make me move forward until I am in his arms.
“Oh, London, where have you been, baby?” he asks gently, kissing my forehead.
When I manage to speak, I say, “Please, pay the cab driver outside,” I blurt out before crashing into Zane’s arm.
**
***ZANE’S POV***
Dante.
My baby boy has been my only link to reasoning for the last twenty-two hours his mother had been separated from me.
He had asked about his mamma a few times and I had to lie that she was asleep and was sick.
Seeing London now made me want to hold her closer to me and comfort her more than ever.
“Baby? Come on, keep your eyes open for me,” I order as I sweep her off my feet, bringing her to my chest.
She slumps into my chest and when her hands touch my chest, I look at them and frown.
“Zane? Her wrists,” Casey blurts out.
“Call the doctor, Alex. And please, get us some warm soup. I don’t think she is ready for solid food yet,” I beg.
“We’ve got this,” Don Russell says.
I carry London to our bedroom and placing her beside the bathtub, I look at her. She is barely conscious.
“Keep your pretty eyes on me, London, please,” I beg.
She has sleeping bags beneath her eyes, and what catches my attention this close is her face. There is blood on her face and I frown.
“I’m tired, Daddy,” London says entering little space.
“No, no, baby. You can’t lose consciousness on me yet,” I say tapping her face eagerly.
She cries out in pain but wraps her hands around my neck.
“I’m hurting so much, Daddy. And I had to pee on me. Sorry about that. The bad men wouldn’t let me go to the loo,” she stutters.
Those fucking bastards hurt my woman so much to drive her into little space.
This is when she is at her most vulnerable, and I know I have to take care of her.
“Sshhhh! We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, baby girl,” I say turning off the water from the tub.
Peeling her off her clothes, I test the water before lowering her into it.
She passes out at the feel of water and holding her head gently, I place it on the cold bathtub.
Using the washcloth, I grab the soap and latter it on her body.
She startles, her eyes disorientated for a minute.
“Hey, baby. Why do you keep passing out? Did they hit your head?” I ask softly.
“Yes. Inspector Mario hit me so hard I thought I was never going to see you again,” she cries out.
“No. You are always going to see me, Little girl,” I mouth out to her.
Smiling, she relaxes and lets me take care of her.
*
In the bedroom, I pull on one of my clothes on her and as she relaxes, I hear a knock on the door.
Cassey is there beaming at me with a tray of food.
“The doctor is on his way. How is London?” she demands.
“Bad. I hope the doctor has something positive for her seizures because I am going mad. The only reason why I am holding on is because I have to be strong for the both of us,” I mutter.
“Go and feed your wife now,” she lets out wiping a stray tear from her eye.
I enter the room London is so small. She looks young. And she is carrying my baby.
“I am sorry,” I murmur rushing towards her.
“I’m hungry, Daddy,” she says avoiding the topic.
We wouldn’t talk about it, but we can’t ignore the elephant in the room.
I have shredded chicken broth and grabbing a spoon, I feed London. She eats everything. And the dessert that was put in for her.
She falls asleep and I let her have peace while the doctor comes in to check up on her.