***ZANE’S POV***
I walk into Don Russell’s office and the faces of the men are rough. What catches my attention is a grey beaded man standing beside the window.
Sheriff Bianco.
Anger flares in my nostrils and as I fist my hands into balls, I walk towards him anger in my eyes.
“You son of a bitch,” I backed out in fury as I stomped towards him, punching the shit out of his face.
“Zane. You big motherfucker, get off him,” Rio shrieks as he rushes towards me, Alex behind him.
Grabbing each side of my arm, they pull me away and I sneer at the bloody man in the floor.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” I bark out shifting my men away from my side.
Sheriff Bianco helps himself up and as he polishes himself, I shoot him killer eyes.
I try to launch myself at him but my brothers block the way.
“Enough, Zane. Put your ass on the chair,” Don Russell barks out.
My eyes turn to him and he doesn’t changes his position, making me know that this isn’t bargainable.
“Don’t talk to me like that. I want to kill this man. He hurt my wife,” I flinch at the sound of another man hurting what belongs to me.
“Asshole,” I mouth as I sit.
Everyone takes their sit with Sheriff Bianco sitting between Alex and Rio.
“What is he doing here?” I ask my eyes on Russell’s own.
“Well, if you would have just planted your ass down from the beginning, you would have had the answer by now,” Russell grumbles and I lay back waiting.
“After dinner, Bianco came knocking on the door saying he needs to tell us something. Well, since you were busy with your wife, we had to wait for you to come back for us to know why he is here,” he blurts out his hands rubbing at his moustache.
I smile at the mention of my wife’s name. I’ve had several quickies with London, but the adrenaline of knowing that I have to be downstairs in five minutes made the sex sweeter. Hotter, and all she had to do was give back the same energy I put into fucking her.
I twist my body to look at Bianco, schooling my face to not reveal a thing.
“Why are you here?” I ask squarely.
“Inspector Mario is dead,” he blurts out his eyes dark and glooming.
That was the man who tortured my wife. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to put my hands in him, why would he die now.
“What happened?” Russell asks as a Manila file was placed on the table my Bianco.
Pictures came crashing on the table and as I grab one, I feel bile rise to my throat.
“Bratva Antonov did this,” he says sounding bitter.
“Who is that?” I question.
“The boss. He is in charge of the Blue range. He made sure Inspector Mario had a cruel dead,” he replies shaking in terror.
“Why? I thought he was a dirty cop and worked for him? Isn’t that the man who punished London and left her standing for over twenty hours? Got what he deserves,” Alex says digging his fingernails digging into his palms.
“Oh yeah, he did so. But this is Bratva Antonov we are talking about. The man is ruthless. He killed Inspector Mario because he let London leave,” Bianco finishes and I kick my chair standing.
This wasn’t making sense. Why will they even think of keeping a woman at the headquarters without allowing bail or her family even know where she is?
“And you? Why did he spare you?” I shoot out.
“Because I ran. I knew he was going to come looking for me, I just had to leave after one of my men warned me about Abramov putting a target on me,” he exclaims.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t puy a bullet in your head now,” I say removing my gun from it’s holster and pointing it at him.
He trembles visibly, the coward, but I don’t waver the gun, it is still on his face and I am pissed as fuck.
“Because I know something that might interest you,” he let out.
“Lies. You aren’t a ally, Bianco, you are an enemy. You asked your men to restrain me, they hit me in the head and you arrested my wife and chained her like a dog, moving her away from me. You don’t even deserve my pity,” I spit out.
“I know. Believe me, I know,” he confesses.
“Why did Mario release London if that was wrong?” Don Russell asks looking skeptical.
Bianco pauses before replying.
“Because he wanted you, Zane. It should have been you that would have been arrested that night, I just didn’t have enough prove to take you in and the saga with your wife just caused me to bring her in as an excuse for not returning to the headquarter empty handed,” he explains.
I was seeing red now and I had to pace the floor. My body shook with anger as I looked at Sheriff Bianco, wishing I would snap his neck and kill him on the spot.
“What did you say your boss is called?” I ask folding my hands across my chest.
“Bratva Antonov,” he answers.
Silence reigns as we think of what that name sounds like. A Russian no doubt, but we don’t know him. Then, it finally clicks. Rio beats me to saying it.
“Enzo and Riley Antonov’s brother? I thought there were only two Antonovs?” Rio shoots out in confusion.
“There are. Or were. Richie Antonov is their father. He is ruthless and feared,” he answers and I feel goosebumps creasing the back of my neck.
One more problem. He wouldn’t be happy considering I killed both of his sons.
“He wants me then. The bastard is after me. Is it because I killed his sons? Well, he will die too for putting my woman under stress,” I grit out angrily.