LONDON's POV
Finally free from my abusive ex. Darn, living with Oliver was like staying with the devil. He beat me the last time till I was an inch of my life.
At twenty-one, I met Oliver when I was eighteen and I had just moved to Sunny Bay. He was my first boyfriend, first-ever kiss, first sex experience, fuck, he is the only man I have ever known. But he became toxic the moment I moved in with him which was four months later. Oliver is a monster, and I am grateful to finally leave him. He wouldn't accept the fact that I left him, he comes to my new place haunting me, asking me to come back, but I have nothing to do with him anymore. One hundred thousand, that was what he had asked me to pay him in return for taking care of me through my three years course in College. He hadn't let me work, thus, saving was tough. The first person I called was my big brother, Micah, I had lied to him though, I told him it was my school loan I was paying back and I wanted to come back to Lake Side. It was partly true, I hadn't seen him since he came to visit, we don't talk much, but he is my big brother and he helped me leave my ex. As I walk back from work, grateful to have gotten a shift at a restaurant, I take the stairs to my apartment, my building isn't big, and the elevator is broken. Tired and sweating, I don't see the man glued to my door until he comes out of the shadows, I am started at first before I figure out who it is. "What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice a bare shiver, but I try to control it. I still have a bruise below my right eye where Oliver had beaten me two weeks ago, that had been the last straw, I knew I had to leave him or he would kill me. I had been hospitalized for a few days before calling on Micah to lie. I feel bad about lying to my only family, but I don't feel bad for leaving my abusive partner. "Baby, London, I want you back, fuck, I have been an asshole," he says stepping towards my personal space. I shake my head, knowing that I have to stay calm at all costs. I remove the key from my pocket, sidestepping him. "Stay away from me, I gave you the money you requested of me, now, leave or I will call the cops for harassment," I warn putting the key into the keyhole. A sharp pain tears through my forehead as I try to understand what just happened, I open my mouth on a strangled cry, feeling the hot liquid trickling through my head. Oliver had just slammed my head into the door. It hurts. "You bitch, no one dumps my ass, I do," he shouts as he grabs me by the neck, quickly opening the door of my one-bedroom apartment and pushing me inside. "Stop, please you are hurting me," I beg as he closes the door and slams my back behind the hard wall, I gasp, pain flashing through my eyes. Oliver is six years older than me, with brown tanned hair, a thin line for a mouth, and a sharp nose with a bump on it. It might have been broken a time ago. His blue eyes bore into mine, he stares at me with outer disgust, applying pressure with his hand on my neck, making me know he has complete control over me. "That is it, beg for mercy you silly cunt, isn't that what you know best?" he shouts in my face. "You are hurting me," I cry out throwing weak punches and barely touching him. When I lift my knee, it kicks him shyly in the balls enough to make him cuss. I make it into the room but he strips me with his foot making me fall. I am a petite lady, a shy 5'1m and just thick in the right places, thus, why I feel my weight crashing to the ground, hitting my bleeding forehead into the ground, and my entire face is on fire. The next second, Oliver is pouncing on me, throwing punch after punch. "You don't run away from me, London, I own you, you belong to me, and I don't care whether you think you have paid all your debts to me or not, you are mine," he blurts out to my face. I groan in pain, opening my mouth but only a spiteful bloody liquid gushes out. My face looks battered, tears now pooling without my permission. Yet, when I speak, I don't beg, I am tired of being the weak little blonde head girl that anyone can bully, if I am to die, it should be now, Oliver can as well kill me. "Go fuck yourself, asshole," I babble, my words slurring.I see the anger fill Oliver's red face, I watch him lift his palm and drive it into my face. I remember knocking my head into the hardwood floor of my apartment and zoning out. At least now, I don't feel the pain, I just think, I think about me, about Micah, how we were kids playing. He has always been the protective big brother, yet, he was two years older than me. We played together and fought like siblings would until I was seventeen and Micah was nineteen when our parents had a road accident and died. I moved out of Lake Side that Fall because I wanted to be as far away from home, from the memories that hugged it and tormented me. Micah hadn't gone to college because he was working, and he had sent me to school, wanting the best for me. Well, he would be ashamed of me if he knew I misused the money he gave me. I sought Oliver as a companion, but what did I get in the end? Pain. I reminisce sweet memories until my mind goes blank but not before I hear voices in my room, men talking and I am lifted from the ground. I want to shout, maybe it is Oliver who wants to take me back to his house, I need to scream, but I am too weak, and then, darkness clouds me.ZANE'S POVI am from a meeting when my phone rings and I pull out of the driveway sighing when I see Reaper's name on the home icon. Answering it, I connect it to the blue tooth of my car, relaxing as I drive to the house. I live on the West side of town, the place is luxurious, and it is a big mansion. I love it. "Do you have the girl?" I ask as I ride into the main road. Silence hits me from the other end of the line and I frown. Reaper isn't the one to chew his words, he says them raw. I wonder if Micah might have given the wrong address, well, I wait to hear what he has to say. When I am hit with a long silence, I speak up angrily. "Oh, well, Reaper, has the cat gotten your tongue? Have you gotten the girl or not?" I snap angrily, making sure my eyes are on the road. I hear murmuring, probably Reaper talking to Caleb and then, there is a small clear of the throat. I get this distinct feeling, one that just makes my soul bounce heavily. "I think it is best you come to Frate
*** LONDON'S POV **** I stare awake a few times but I am too weak to stay focused, to know where I am, or even move an inch of my body. My muscles are taut, and my eyelids fall under tight pressure dragging me to sleep. I dream about Oliver, him hitting me several times while I don't even try to protect myself, I am too weak, he is stronger than I am, and then, I am jerking forward with a rippled cry through my lungs. I pant, sweat beading my forehead, I force my eyes open, but I can't see well through my right eye, and the left can only see as much as when an object is about five steps closer to me. I am still in a haze, wondering where I am when I hear the scrape of a chair close to the bed. I flinch, throwing my hands in the air before bringing it to hide my face, in case I am about to get punched again. Oliver! The dickhead has instilled an everlasting fear in me. I am always on the defensive stance. "You are awake, Little human," a warm voice calls out to me. I freeze, I h
***ZANE'S POV***It is around five p.m. when Dr. Smith comes back with a report that London is alright, and can heal fine at home. I shake his hands and clear the bills. Reaper had come back to the hospital and had brought me a cup of coffee from the hospital's break room. "Boss," he calls out gently. Nodding, I wait for him to talk. "Are you sure this is what you want? You keep the girl until her silly brother finds the money to pay you back?" he questions eyeing me. It is a normal question, but now that I have met London, although I know nothing about her, a sense of protection clouds me. "Are you questioning my decisions?" I ask anger lacing my tone. Reaper backs off as he should, his hands up in a placating manner. "Never, just that..." I cut him off before he pisses me further. I know what the motherfucker wants to say, the fact that London is a bargaining deal from her brother to me, and the circumstances surrounding how we found her. Fuck that, she is mine. "Now, li
***LONDON'S POV*** So this is it, my bad decisions have shackled me to a man I barely know in person.When Zane had introduced himself in the hospital, I knew I was in for the longest time. My issue right now is why Micah will work for a ruthless man like Zane Vincenzo. He is a beast. As the elevator car opens and the elderly pushes me all the way to the front of the hospital, Zane helps me stand and the elderly quickly dashes out, returning inside. A big blue SUV is waiting in front of the walkway and Zane guides me inside. Sitting on the other side, he closes the door and his driver pulls away. "Take us to the house, Caleb," Zane says, power reeling from his voice. "Yes Boss," the driver whom I now assume is Caleb pulls out of the hospital driveway and into traffic. "I want to go home, my home. I miss my bed, my house, you can't just kidnap me, I had a life of mine I was leaving before now," I mutter, fighting the tears behind my eyes. If I was going to make this man
***ZANE'S POV***I look to my side when I hear the soft snores coming from London. Watching her, the air in my lungs seems to be cut short. I didn't want to spank her but the lady need to know I wasn't here to play games with her. London has a hold on me that other ladies had never had. She might not know it yet but whatever charm she seems to have put me under is working. I horn the car and in a matter of seconds, Caleb crawls into the driver seat. He hands me my phone, it is broken and I sigh. "When you drop us at home, I would love you to go pick me a new phone. One for London as well," I order. That is it. I don't beg, no human is worth seeing my feeble sight and never will. I have control over my emotions, I kill people when they stand in my way. No one stands before me without being killed. "Yes, Boss," Caleb says pulling the car back into the main road and driving off to the West side of town where I live. I had been messaging Reaper, he was at my house over
Reaper is in the living room having a scotch, and Caleb has a bottle of water in his hand. They might be working for me, but I consider them as close as friends to me. "Caleb, get Micah free and hand him ten thousand dollars. Tell him not to fuck me up this time. His sister might have saved him once, but it wouldn't happen a second time," I mutter out clearly so that he will repeat what I just said. Reaper stands as Caleb walks away, going to do what he was sent to do. "Is everything good with the club? I didn't get to see your last message because London threw my phone out of the car window," I tell him. Reaper doesn't show any emotions, just like me, the brute knows how to keep his mouth shut. "Yes, Boss, everything is under control. Business is fine as well," he answers the question. Nodding, I know what he is talking about when he says business is under control. My dirty business. It better be, the last thing I want is the cop sniffing into my business, these days, they don
***LONDON'S POV***I can't help but notice the big room that I am in. It is definitely Zane's room because it is so masculine. The room is painted black, and the view from the window is rich, mostly showing off the town. A big closet and a door I assume is the bathroom. Thinking about bathrooms, my bladder screams for release. "Zane?" I whisper.Zane had been checking me out, he always seems to do this, thus, it is no doubt that he hears me call him on the first try. "Yes, Little girl," he says his brows knotting above his head. He just called me little girl. I don't seem to understand Zane, he spanks me, locks me in a cage and now, he calls me little girl? My ovaries rejoice which makes me shudder. "Can I use the bathroom, please?" I ask gently, but I want him to just say yes, I need to pee. His eyes soften with understanding, he nods his head as he slides down from the bedroom, I follow suit as he lifts his head, indicating the bathroom door. I walk to the bath
***ZANE'S POV***London Ellie Jameson tastes like heaven. If this is how heaven tastes then I don't want to be in a haste to die because I already have that pleasure with me on earth. I have a hard-on but I refuse to satisfy myself, London has to know that I am in charge, if it means giving her as many orgasms that she cries out to me and curses, yes, I will give her, but what she wouldn't have is my dick. I am restraining that from her for now. I don't know how long I can stand this little temptation of a woman but she is quickly becoming my addiction. I watch as London crawls down from the bed still clutching the comforter under her arms as a shield. I smile and walk to my closet picking out a blue boxer from the thousands I have. Grabbing my sweater, I turn around to a thumping sound. "Shit!" London shouts as she falls on the soft carpet. I rush to her and notice the comforter had made her fall. She had tripped on the many layers. I want to laugh but I don't