***ZANE’S POV***
I was out for three nights. I had business to tend on to in Valencia and coming back to Sicily, my home is empty.
Lisa had told me London went out last night, but that was all there was on the topic. Sinner didn’t know they went out. I had knocked him to his ass when he gave me that lame excuse, then, my phone had started buzzing.
The police of Italy had my wife and the other women with her.
Drunk driving.
London doesn’t even fucking know how to drive well, she doesn’t even have a license and now, she was in state trouble.
I couldn’t control my emotions when the officer passed the phone to my wife. I had just started yelling at her so much that it pissed me off.
Looking at her now sobbing before me has my heart cracking.
When she had refused to take the phone and talk to me, I knew I had to come out here.
She would be punished. The rest of the ladies are in a bad state but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t be sitting their asses down to get yelled at.
If they want to be kids, they will be acted as such.
“Hush, little girl, I am here now,” I say fixing myself between her thighs and looking at her.
She lowers her head, blocking me from her view.
I try to make her to look at me but she doesn’t want that. I frown.
“Look at me, honey,” I mouth out.
“I can’t,” she mouths.
“It’s an order. Look at me,” I harden my voice until it is stern and she closes her eyes.
I notices the plaster on her forehead and I frown at her.
“London,” I grit out, grinding my teeth together.
“No, Daddy, you will see the disappointment in me, I don’t want that,” she exclaims choking on her tears.
I am about to talk when a nurse hands London a paper cup filled with water. Since her eyes are shut, I frown at that, then, collect the water. With a nod, I dismiss her.
When I had walked into the ambulance on the question the nurse had just asked London, I was super pissed off.
She was dehydrated and fucking drunk. I bet she wet drinking on an empty stomach too.
“Your water is here, you should drink it,” I tell her grasping her tiny hands and forcing the drink in them.
She cries softly, accepting the cup. Then, knocks it back.
When she opens her face, bringing it towards my view, I take a proper look at her face.
It’s bruised beneath her eyes and fucking red.
“Th fuck? Who hit you?” I ask standing and taking another step into her personal space.
“Wwh… What?” she asks staring at me.
I pinch her chin, twisting her face in angles that makes me see her perfectly.
“Your face is starting to bruise up, are you good? Did anyone attack you at the club?” I demand.
My head races through many scenarios that might have happened and my wife is covering it up from me.
I already told her I would punish her if she keeps secret from me that are pertinent to her health.
“No!” she bites out.
“Then, what happened?” I ask.
“The airsac from her car came out when she slammed on the gas. The officer says she had no seatbelt and was too close to the steering. That is there she double slammed her head on the steering and I had to stitch that up,” a familiar voice says.
When I look to the side, I spot the nurse from earlier speaking to me.
My eyes return to London and she gazes away.
I open my mouth to speak, but with every single nerve I have in possession in my body, I control it. In the end, I just manage to control myself and start making it for the door.
“Where are you going to?” London asks behind me.
I ignore her and give the nurse my attention.
“Do something, please, make sure the bruising is stopped before it turns into a nasty wound,” I explain and walk out of the ambulance.
I need space, the air in there was choking already, and this is the only way I can breathe properly.
“Zane?” I hear Alex call out and I rush to him.
“Hey man, what is it?” I demand.
“How is London? I bet is in a worse situation than my wife if the ambulance was involved,” he says, looking back at the car where his wife was laid across the chair.
“She has a few faults to her name. Nothing Daddy wouldn’t straighten with a belt or brush,” I muse but stay serious.
Chuckling, Alex scratches his head before saying, “My wife puked out everywhere. She’s had more than enough to drink. I’m mad they got into the car at that drunken stage,” he says.
Rio comes up from behind us, after loading his wife in the car.
“How is Mia?” I demand.
“Passed out. She looked so pale I had to force down some water down her throat to at least bring back the color,” he says.
“The women went so far this time, and we were only gone for three days,” I bite out.
“Do you think they missed us and just wanted our attention?” Alex asks.
“Whatever it is the fucking reason that made them do what they did, I’m roasting Cecily butt when the hangover is finished. She is fucking pregnant for crying out loud,” he says twisting his fingers together.
“That I can agree with you, Russell. London drove the vehicle with no seatbelt on. In fact, only Cecily had a seatbelt on, the rest where there, It’s luck they didn’t end up dead by the road side. Thanks to the officers that pulled them off the road,” I say gnarling my teeth.
“This is why I don’t leave my woman home unprotected. They can’t defeat shit for the life of themselves,” Russell shoots out and I sigh, accepting with him on that.
“We should go talk to the Officers,” I tell Russell, pointing at the men taking down reports.
*
Nodding, we walked over to the men and Russell knew them. They both are on our pay rolls.
“Your wife was in the commotion? Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t pay attention to her. This case is closed. Once the EMT clears them out you can take your respective wives and leave_” Officer Paul says.
With gratitude, I press a was of cash in each of their hands, sending them off on their way.
About thirty minutes later, London are Cecily are dischHiarged and the moment a male nurse assists her down the stairs, I frown, reaching out to her.
I sweep her off her feet, allowing her to wrap her hands around my neck.
“Daddy,” she says.
“I’ve got this, Mr. Thank you,” I tell the nurse, kissing her forehead.
We settle them and leave.
Since the other cars have each lady in it, I take the car London was driving and the car looks good, except for the fact that the air sac is visible and the fucking chair is really close to the steering as said by the officer.
I carefully secure London on the chair and get my ass behind the wheels, arranging everything and driving off.
When we all pull out in the house, all the ladies are sleeping or can barely move.
“Meeting at eight p. m. Tonight. God bless they aren’t so drunk then,” Don Russell says carrying his wife inside.
We all nod to his instructions and I retire to my quarters.
This villa is mighty and it is home whenever I am in Sicily, thus, making me want to come here for months at a time.
With my family here taking the country air, it’s a good sign though.
When I prepare my wife for her very long nap, she gasps a few times when I swap my hand across her face.
“Daddy?”
She says out of the blue.
“Yes, baby, do you need anything?” I demand.
“Water, please. If that’s okay,” she mutters.
I fill a glass of water from the bedside jar and she drinks everything.
You should get some sleep, little girl,” I tell her.
She nods, but wavers between consciousness and sleeping.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I should never have…” she slurs and sleeps.
Even though she is asleep, I still respond to her.
“You don’t have to apologize, London, but you will have to learn to take care of yourself when Daddy is not around,” I tell her brushing strands of hair from her forehead.
Nothing else is said for a while, I just sit there, enjoying my wife sleeping.
I later take a break from watching her and then, bath.
I close the door and head to Dante’s room. I need to see my little Champion.
I know and get inside. At first, I don’t see him, but then, I see him looking around b
“What is the matter champion?” I ask and he calls out one name gently.
“Lisa, hiding. Lisa,” he says.
I look at him for a second, and then back at the room.
Then, I notice a part of his reading table has been moved and I get the point.
“You are playing hide and seek with Lisa? Come on, let’s look for her,” I say pointing towards where his nanny is.
It doesn’t take long for Dante to find her and she peeks outside, laughing.
My boy starts giggling too. “You lose, Lisa, my turn,” he says, gabbing between his words.
Lisa smiles politely at me and I reciprocate the gesture.
“I’ve got this Lisa. Go take some fresh air. Thank you,” I exclaim.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbles and walks out.
“What did my Champion eat today?” I ask staring at him.
“Eggs,” he chuckles out, his face bright red as he stares at me.
“Yummy,” I say.
I am so glad that I could find someone to hire to be his governess and with Lisa around, I have more time to with my wife than ever.
That doesn’t mean I don’t bond with my son. Heck, I can boost that I am his favorite person. Okay, he only calls Dada, but London just says that’s because I am making him to be unattached to her.
Bullshit. I know he loves his momma. As if on cue, he pulls my shirt and speaks up.
“Mummy. I want mummy,” he says in his sweet baby voice.
“Well, little Champion, mummy us asleep now, but as soon as she wakes up, I am bringing her here to greet you properly,” I explain and I am shocked when he brings out his pinky finger, starting up at me and waiting for me to take it.
Lisa is doing the most in raising my boy into a fine Gentleman.
Remembering to add her salary, I also make sure to give out bonuses to her. This is a great job she is doing here.
“I pinky swear, Champ, your mummy will come see you later. Now, how about we go steal a few snacks, huh?” I asks and he nods eagerly.
Holding him closer to my chest, I make sure my baby boy is excited as I lead him to the kitchen.
Lisa is outside and Sinner is with him. They are both discussing. Although I want to look closely, I try to mind my business.
Picking a bowl of chocolate chips, I hand one to Dante and enjoy how he eats it, the sugar getting into his brain cells.
“Yummy,” he says.
In his sippy cup, I put milk in it and he sucks on it.
A happy boy, and also very healthy.
When I take hold of his features, I swear he looks like me. I am good at fooling myself that he carries his mother’s features, but that is a lie. The only thing that changes is his eyes.
Instead of warm brown chocolate eyes like mine, they are blue-green. A perfect replica of London’s own.
Looking outside again, I sight Lisa too close to Sinner. He has his hand on her butt and her head is tipped back, staring into his face.
Then, he kisses her.
It’s a brief kiss before they both pull apart and she brushes her clothes, reliving them from the creases caused by Sinner’s grasp on her.
Love birds. I say to myself, rolling my eyes, bringing back my attention to my son.
He looks happy having his snack.