***ZANE’S POV***
We do as we are told and I keep my eyes on London the whole time. She can’t see me but I can, and she looks so scared.
I hope this is the last time she ever has to be this scared of anything.
“Zane, I am scared,” she cries out to me.
My baby Dante is crying hard and she tries to stop him from fidgeting too much. I just love how protective she is of the baby.
“I am there now, you need to make sure that London is away from him, I want to fire,” Don Russell says.
“Baby, you need to be strong for me, can you do that?” I ask and when she replies, her voice wavers, making me want to punch that motherfucker for making my wife hurt.
“Zane? come on, do something,” Don Russell urges and I come out of my hiding place, my hands upward.
The goon lifts his hand to shoot and London pushes his hand, causing the bullet to hit a spot beside me.
“London,” I cry out as she starts running towards me.
To my surprise, I hear a gunshot and London stands in place.
My heart stops beating as I watch tears streak down my wife’s face.
I wait for her to fall, but it does happen, instead, the goon behind hits the ground and Dante continues crying, his shrieks getting louder.
“I’ve gotten hands on Richie Antonov, my men are loading him in the car,” Alex spits out, breaking the concentration that was going on.
Fear gripped me harder than I could ever expect, I knew it scared the hell out of me but then, I fought harder to rush towards London.
“Baby? Hey, eyes on me,” I call out frowning, merging my eyes with hers.
“Am I dead?” she demands faintly.
I shake my head in negation.
“Alive and breathing. Do you want to come and sit down?” I ask helping her into a sit.
I take Dante off his car sit and bring him towards my face, planting soft kisses over his baby soft features.
“We need to heard out, I don’t want you seeing this gory feature,” I let out giving a chin lift at the man whose half face wasn’t present anymore because Don Russell had blown it off.
He wanted us and I shake his hand gratefully.
“I wouldn’t have done this without you all. Thank you all so much,” I say, knowing that those with the ear device can hear me too.
That settled, I lead London away and we start the ride back to the house.
No one says a thing until we reach the house. The women are there and their mere sight causes London to break down, crying and hiccuping gently in Cecily’s arms.
“How is Lisa?” she asks and Lisa comes rushing it, I notice a bandage around her head, but otherwise, she looked okay.
“Zane,” Alex calls out and I know why.
I had Liza the baby and and follow him.
I might still be weak and filled with bruises but there is still anger that enough in me to hit the shit out of that bastard.
“A moment,” I say when I catch London’s open expression on me.
I walk over to her and cup her cheek in my large hand. She closes the distance between us naturally, but again, her perfect eyes glare at me.
Leaning until my mouth is to her ears, I say the words so that only her can hear.
“Take off your clothes and soak in the tub. I want to meet you there when I come into the room. You could have a glass of juice but no wine,” I warn her.
I see something shimmer in her eyes and I know she is planning on doing something dubious to me.
That would cause her a few punishments and she knows it.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replies I kiss her full on the lips before walking away.
I can still feel her eyes on my back when I take the bend with Alex and he punches me square on the shoulder.
“She loves you,” he stares.
Of fucking course, London loves me. That wasn’t even a question, it wasn’t going to be a debate as well.
“I love her,” I respond, a cheeky smile on my face.
As he leads the way to the underground, I feel my stomach knot, I know I want to run over Richie Antonov like a freight train, he needs to know no one messes with me.
“What will we do to him?” Rio ask and I notice him behind me. Don Russell is a few feet away. They had all taken off their suit jackets and their shirts were rolled over.
“For now, I will let him wonder what his punishment is going to be. I need to go back to my wife, but not after kicking him in the nuts. He was going to dismember my wife,” I spit out angrily.
I don’t know what could have been of me if my brothers came just a minute late, that would have left me in a traumatic state no one could ever have brought me out of it. The mere thought causes fear to sizzle through me.
“It is a great thing we came in then,” Alex mutters, his voice filled with humor.
Inside the room, I see the man who had tormented me for the last few hours and I shit on him.
Hatred blurs my vision and I stomp towards him, punch him and he falls over his chair.
Russell and Alex grab either side of my arm, pulling me back a few step from the man.
“You son of a bitch. You are starting a turf war, Zane. The Antonovs will come in their numbers, they will avenge me,” he snarls, throwing a line of cusses that got me madder than I already was.
In this walls I couldn’t control myself, it just came out naturally, I wanted to be aggressive, to kill him now, but I also had to be reasonable about it.