***LONDON’S POV***
I don’t know how long I stayed perch on Zane’s arm enjoying his embrace but I soon fall asleep.
The smell of breakfast cooking causes me to wake.
“Smells good,” I moan stretching out like a cat.
“Let’s go feed you, little girl,” he says.
I have a good plate serving of pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. A mug of hot chocolate and I devour everything.
Lisa walks into the room as I place my plate down. She speaks with Zane in hush voices and then leaves.
I feel a knot tie in my stomach as I look at him with dread.
“What’s going on?” I ask out of my chair but I am still too weak.
Falling forward, Zane catches me, bringing me towards his cheat.
“You are still too weak, you need to sit down,” he complains.
“Answer my question, please,” I say needing to know what is wrong.
“It’s Dante. He isn’t feeling well,” he says helping me into my sit.
“I want to see him too,” I argue.
“He has a flu, London, I don’t want you catching it if that’s the case. Don’t worry, Dr. Smith is here and I just to go and talk to him,” he mutters.
I open my mouth to speak, to convince London to let me go with him, but he lowers his head and plants a kiss against my lips.
“Zane! I hate you,” I shout out behind him.
He shoots me a “Behave little girl,” glance but I ignore him. Scowling at his back..
He leaves, and the men at the breakfast table stare at me.
“Is it okay if we ask you some questions?” Don Russell asks out of the blue.
“Darling, let her be,” Cecile blurts out.
“That’s okay. What’s the question?” I ask smiling warmly at him.
“Who tortured you?” he asks and I hold my breathe.
I can’t give out Inspector Mario’s name, what he made me suffer once was terrible, if he has to get his claws on me to do a repeat, I sweat, I will never survive.
“Inspector Mario. Sheriff Bianco brought him in shortly after I were held custody,” I answer honestly.
“You were in custody? Zane and I called every one of our connections to check you out but no one every saw you walked in or out,” Don Russell says, and I know this isn’t going down lightly.
“I wasn’t taken to the police station,” I answer.
Gasps fills the room and shocked filled gazes everywhere.
“You weren’t? Where were you then?” Rio ask shifting his wife into his thighs.
I pause thinking for a moment, then, I reply feeling my chest constrite just by mere thoughts of it.
“I was at the police headquarters in town. It’s quite deserted, but quite open. I was locked in a room there and tortured,” I confess.
“Does Zane know any of the things that happened to you?” Alex ask sensitively.
Shaking my head from left to right, I decline.
“He doesn’t. He would soon ask for details and I fear what he will do when he knows what I have to say,” I cry out.
“Say about what?” I hear my husband’s familiar voice.
Cold runs down my spine as I glare widely at Zane. Gawking, I rake my mind for a lie but none comes out handily now.
“About my experiences at the room where I was locked up like some macho criminal,” I grit out.
“Go on,” Zane says lazily, leaning against the wall of the dinner room, his eyes watching me carefully for any signs that I might be distressed.
I know everything will stop if I don’t feel comfortable.
“Inspector Mario was the harsher of them two. Sheriff Bianco was a coward, I think. He couldn’t hit me, he couldn’t support hurting me, thus he gave the job to Inspector Mario and the beast did a number on me,” I finish tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Oh, London,” Mia calls out suppotively.
When she squeezes my hand, I hear Zane growl out and I withdraw my hand from hers.
The man was being an asshole. I continue speaking though.
“When I didn’t tell him what he wanted to know, Inspector Mario hit me, the first punched on my face was the hardest, and then, he used my hands to place it on the hook. That was my biggest pain where I spent the whole night passing out because I just couldn’t keep my eyes open for my than five minutes, considering he hurt me more while I was awake than unconscious,” I confess.
Zane had left his side on the wall and was now pacing the floor.
Bad news, that was fucking bad news.
“Zane?” I call out, my voice squeaky.
“What else did the bastard do to you?” he demands his eyes locked on mine and I hear the silent question behind them.
He was begging me to say they didn’t abuse me. I would never lie to him because I know he would support me no matter what.
“No, Zane, he didn’t…” I stop when I remember moments where I was between consciousness and he would touch me.
“London?” he calls out warningly.
“I’m sorry, Zane,” I burst out crying, my shoulders shaking violently.
“Son of a bitch. Get all of our sources to find that slimy bastard called Mario. He has no business touching what belongs to me,” he barks out pacing the floor harder.
“Zane, please,” I call out reaching my arms to him.
Zane stayed away from me as his brothers rushed to hold him down from causing damage. The girls formed a protective barrier around me.
“You need to calm the fuck down, you are scaring your wife,” Don Russell mutters.
“She was abused, man,” Zane bites out.
“Did he…” Alex ask and shut the fuck up.
“No. It wasn’t penetrative, I was barely conscious when I felt his hands roaming over my body and Sheriff Bianco walked into the room stopping him from going further.