***ZANE’S POV***
“Zane? Oh damn it, Zane!” I hear a familiar high screech call out and as I open my partly swollen eyes, I see them.
London and Dante. My world in here and I am chained like a dog to a fucking wall with a collar on my neck.
“Honey? Are you hurt? Please tell me you are okay,” I cry out as baby Dante stares at me with confusion, his face a mixture of fear and baby eyes.
“I am okay, but you are in no position to run away now, are you? Even if your brothers badged in here saving you, you wouldn’t make it out with that bloodied body,” London says.
I was still in a daze and everything looked like this was a movie.
London can’t be here. After what Richie Antonov did to me, fuck, he would see to his promise of destroying my family.
“You can’t be here, London. This is too dangerous for you and the baby. You need to leave,” I mutter, my head still fuzy.
“I am not going anywhere. Don Russell and the rest will soon come and save us,” she grits out and walking away from me, I have this urge to ask her with wait, to make sure she is real and here.
“London…” her name dies on my lips as I slumber, cussing Antonov for drugging me so much.
***
“Zane? You need to wake up, dang it,” soft whispers fills my ears.
I was having a good dream and it felt so real. About London and our son being here. Chuckling at how stupid that sounds, I shake my head at that.
The persistence of that melodious voice drags me out of my reverie and I open my eyes to meet my wife’s perfect blue-green eyes being reflected at me.
“Thank God, you are awake. You need to open your mouth and drink something. You are dehydrated and you might think you are hallucinating, but no, this is real,” her voice calls out to me, helping me with as much liquid down my throat as possible.
I drink it as much water as I can get down my throat and then, kick my head back a little, to signal that I was satisfied.
I became familiar with my cell once more. Richie Antonov had brought me in here after downing punishments on me the last time.
But seeing London before me, fuck! I needed to know why she was here.
“I emphasized on Sinner and Reaper to take you all to somewhere safe if shit hits the fan. Why are you here?” I bark out angrily.
Dante jumps slightly on London’s arm before he starts crying.
“Hush baby. You need to tone it down, you are scaring the baby,” London bites out, her accusing eyes piercing through mine.
I scowl at her, but still needed an answer, thus, I remained calm bidding my time until Dante dozed off.
London walks to the corner of the room and place him in his car seat. I couldn’t believe it that it was in here, but frowning, I watched her like a hawk as she strides towards me.
“He is asleep now,” she says proud of herself.
“And I would appreciate it if you don’t snub me,” I say softly, hiding how hurt I feel inside.
London turns, this time facing me.
“We were on our way to the cabin when we got attacked by these black mustangs. Sinner was going to advert them but they had guns and were shooting. A third car came from in front and crashed us, stopping our movement,” she says, sniffing.
My face grows red with anger. Richie Antonov threatened my wife and kid? In the mafia, the families are left alone. He got me, why then did he have to attack them?
“London, see, I am sorry you got caught…” I started but London stops me when she rushes towards me, bringing her slim arms around my neck, squeezing me towards herself.
“I just want you out of these shackles and back home with me,” she cries out, her tears streaking down her face.
She looked like a shadow of a few years had added on her young and gleeful nature. I hated that for her.
“Come on now, baby, stop crying,” I tell her.
She doesn’t listens, she just stays there perched around my shoulders, shivering.
The door rattles and London takes a step back, her eyes wide as she looks between me and Dante. With a nod, she skips to his side and kneel beside him, prepared to remove him from the car seat and protect him if need be.
Richard Antonov walks in, his face a scowl of pleasure as he devours us out.
“Reunited at last. Zane Vincenzo, you are going to witness how I dissect your wife and baby in front of your eyes. What will you want the show to begin with first?” he asks looking at London and then at baby Dante.
“Don’t stare at them, I swear, I will burst your eyes, Richie Antonov,” I swear.
London whimpers in pain as she shakes her head, as if that small gesture will stop Richie from hurting them.
“You can’t do that to us,” she cries out.
“I will, London. Your husband took away the lives of my sons, it is just karma that I repay him back,” Richard blurts out.
London’s face was red now with how hard she cried, I know better that she will have a headache when all this is over. This shitface fucker will hear the last of it.
“Richie…” I start when London cuts me off, speaking.
“Take me then, Richie Antonov. Hurt me, but let Zane and my baby boy go. You have tormented Zane enough,” she grits out.
My eyes widen in shock and anger fills my features as I get mad at London for even suggesting such a thing.
“What the fuck are you talking about, London?” I bark out, my eyes piercing hers harshly.
Her red eyes stray away just enough before she swirls them away, looking at that son of a bitch.
“Well, then, we have a winner,” he says and move towards London.
Then, there is an explosion that shakes the building and stone particles starts flying.
We are under attack and I believe this shit show is about to be over.