***ZANE’S POV***
As usual, having sex with London is the best thing to ever have happened to me. We relax, ourselves and then, London falls asleep in my arms.
We still have the problem of knowing what to do with Richie Antonov, but I am not ready to tackle that right now. The son of a bitch would be kept waiting, not knowing what blow will hit and it ha that anxiety I want him to rot in when I finally decide to heave my energy in him and hit him squarely.
I know a turf war is bound to occur, but I will fight it with all my men raiding the streets for Antonov’s men and killing them.
They need to know that if they ever want to retaliate, it would bring a massive street war and they wouldn’t win for shit.
“Daddy?” London’s melodious voice rings out in my head and I look down at my perfect wife.
“Good morning, little girl,” I say softly and her eyes crinkle, closing for a bit.
I go down to Dante’s room, allowing his momma to sleep for a little while. We have a doctor’s appointment programmed, and I need to make sure she is there.
She might not know it yet, but I want the baby checked out, she has to know that her health being top notched is tantamount to having a healthy baby.
I might have dragged my wife into this lifestyle, but she fits in so perfectly that I can’t remember if she was never in it.
Before London, life was a blurred lines, I existed, I fulfilled my duties and grabbed a woman I wanted to wet my cock.
But then, the shit with Micah stealing money from me, the asshole had offered me his baby sister as collateral and I had accepted it.
London walked right into my life, kicked my ass a few times and now, became my wife.
I would die than life this life again without her.
Entering into the kitchen, I grab myself a cup of coffee and then, pour a cup of milk for my wife.
Don Russell walks into the room, his eye accessing my happy expression and with a cool nod of a head, he smirks, walking towards the coffee machine.
“What do with do with that bastard in my dungeon? I want him gone as soon a possible,” he states.
“I hear congratulations are in place,” I let out taking a sip of my coffee.
Russell’s eyes brighten and his cheeky smile reflects his emotions.
London had told me Cecily was pregnant during our blissful night of hot set. I guess a lot was said.
Walking towards me, Don Russell gives me a half hug, his eyes glassing over with tears.
“I didn’t know Cecily was going to tell me she was pregnant. I am going to be a dad,” he says hugging me once more, this time, our foreheads rubbing as he grabs my face, slapping it.
“It has been a long time coming, it is just as well nice that more babies starts crying here,” I mouth and he burst out laughing.
When Russell returns to nursing his cup of coffee, walking as well, gathering breakfast things for his wife.
“I need to get back to my wife and feed her,” he says.
Before he lives, I speak up, “Tomorrow evening at the club. Ask your men to have Richie Antonov sent at one of the underground rooms where his cries will be muffled with the blasting sound of music,” I explain my plan.
“You’ve got this Zane. I can work out something for you against tomorrow,” he explains, pat my shoulder and leaves.
Breakfast was already laid out and I dish up a great portion for my pregnant wife and rush to the room. London is still dozing up and I just stand there like an idiot adriming her.
Placing the tray beside the bed table, I use the back of my hand to trace fine patterns on my wife’s cheek and she sneers, stirring and twisting like a cat.
London is just perfection.
“Wake up, baby, I need to feed you and dress you up for the day,” I tell her.
“I want to sleep,” she meowls out.
“Get up, little one,” I mouth kissing her fervently, peppering tiny sweet kisses over her face.
She moans enough to open her eyes to stare at me.
“What smells so good, Daddy?” she ask.
“Breakfast, baby. Come and eat,” I tell her and that does it.
London eats enough to feed a ton of people, and as she finishes, I clear up, eating whatever she didn’t eat. Grabbing her by the waist, I carry into the bathroom.
“Shower or tub?” I ask grabbing the towels and shampoos.
“Shower, please. Also, you didn’t tell me what the plan for the day is,” she mouths brushing her teeth, then, using the floss, just like a good girl.
Standing in my bathroom naked, the slightest bump of my baby in her womb pushing forth, showing up that it is getting ready to see the world.
“Daddy?” London calls out when I am late to reply.
Blinking severally, I refocus my attention on her.
“Uhnm? Excuse me?” I ask my face reddening at the mad thoughts I had running through my mind.
“I said you didn’t tell me what the plan for the day is. You look so lost for a moment. Are you alright?” she demands softly, her brows arching upward, wondering if I am good.
Shaking my head severally, I nod in quick succession.
“Of course, I am okay, London. We have a doctor’s appointment booked. If you would finish brushing your teeth, we will bath and go,” I tell her.
She frowns a little and then, I tell her the truth.
“Could we go for a work later? Also, can Dante come?” she asks her eyes bright with hope.
Before I could reply, I watch London slipping and before I notice, she is fast losing consciousness.
“The fuck?” I call out rushing to her, getting just in time before she hits her head on the ground.