ZANE'S POV
I 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 Fraternity Hospital and come see this for yourself," Reaper says. Hospital? Why the fuck...I halt my tongue anger flashing in my face. Reaper can be a dick when he means to, but his energy is always reserved for the people who deserve it, the men who will dare fuck with our club, or me. "The instruction was to bring the girl alive, Reaper, I swear, if you as much as pulled a hair from her head, I will kill you with my bare hands and bury you myself," I threatened ending the call. The bastard should figure out an explanation as to why he is in the hospital. As I reverse the car, I take the road that leads to Fraternity Hospital. I owned a fair share of the hospital, holding seventy percent of the hospital. That is why Reaper will go there, the services are top-notch. But as I drive to the hospital, I can't help but feel a sense of dread cloud me. I focus on the road. **Twenty minutes later, I park in the parking lot and dash into the front of the well-lit hospital building, it is about nine p.m. now, and the inside of the building is painted white, and a pale baby blue color. Reaper is pacing the reception hall while Caleb is at the far end of the room, leaning against a wall with a plastic cup of coffee in his hands. They both seemed startled when they see me, fear rippled in Reaper's face. He never shows emotions, thus, this is serious. "Boss..." he starts but I cut him off. "Where is she?" I ask anger laced in my voice. Reaper gulps before answering but is cut short when a doctor walks towards us. He recognizes me and a small smile pulls across his lips. "Mr. Vincenzo," Doctor Smith greets. "Can someone explain what is going on here?" I ask confusion lacing my voice. Instead of directly answering me, Dr. Smith nods curtly, silently demanding me to follow him. We take the elevator to the fourth floor where there are rooms filled with hospitalized patients, I follow the doctor into a room where a lady is on the bed. She has an IV on her hand, and it is connected to an IV pole. Machines are beeping in the room, showing signs of life and anger purrs through me as I walk close to the bed. This lady is an angel, straight from a storybook with long blonde hair, but what takes me back is her face, it is swollen, with a big white bandage around her head. Sensing the high energy in the room, Dr. Smith breaks the silence. "The wound on her forehead was a deep cut, and surgery had to be performed immediately. She had bled out, and if she wasn't brought in at that time, we would have lost her," he says. Lost her. Anger flushed through my body causing me to shake. Turning with full force, I stride the room in three long steps and grab Reaper by the throat, squeezing him with his tie and shirt, tightening it as I hit him full force again the wall. I punch him once, getting into his face, my voice deadly as never before. "You had one job, you big chunk of muscles, to bring the girl to me alive, well, looking at her now, I guess she is just an inch to death, what is wrong with you?" I ask punching him twice. Reaper doesn't hit me, he just stares at me.I don't know why I am reacting like this, but any man who sees the lady on the bed will react the same. I don't know why but my instinct to protect her is strong. Caleb speaks, and his voice is calm and calculating, knowing I could pounce on him too. "Reaper didn't touch the girl, boss. Neither did I, we met her in her room like that, and we had to rush her down here so that "The Fraternity" could give her the best services," he explains. Guilt makes me remove my hand from Reaper's throat at once but I don't apologize, I never do. "Who did this to her?" I ask. "I don't know boss, but I promise to find out," Reaper says arranging his tie. "I trust you find that motherfucker, and then, bring him to me, I will find pleasure in separating every limb from his body," I say. They nod their heads. Dr. Smith explains for a while that London's cuts are superficial, and the swelling will soon go down, but it will be best if she is kept in the hospital to observe if more swelling might surface. I am left alone with this lady and I just stare at her. She is small, physically, she looks tiny laying there in the hospital bed. She is pretty, even with her face swollen, her beauty doesn't escape my eyes, and anger purrs in me. Whoever did this to her will pay. She is mine now, her brother might have made a simple deal to save his life, but London will be under my protection, and I will make her happy. It is six a.m. the next morning when London first stares awake, only her left eye is fully open, she doesn't see well through the right one and I notice a healing black spot there, her attacker might be a current one and I can't fight the huge to protect her any further. I had stayed all night watching her like a bear, Reaper had bought me a blanket and a bottle of water before I had sent him and Caleb home for the night. I gently brush my hand over London's blonde hair, and when she looks at me, I know she is still in a haze, her gaze unfocused. "I will protect you, little human, even if it is with the last breath of air I have left in my body," I say, then lean down to place a kiss on her hair. It was cleaned but it still has streaks of blood in them. She closes her eyes, the weight of her pains drawing her back to sleep. I return to my sit, watching her, she seems to be my new favorite show, and I am about to get obsessed over it.*** 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
***LONDON'S POV***The food is one of the tastiest I have had in months, and that is literally shortly after I left Oliver's place. It hasn't been long though. "Why do we have so much food, are we expecting guests to join us?" I ask as I dig my fries into the ranch and dip them into my mouth. Zane laughs before replying, "No, this is all for you to enjoy yourself. I didn't know what you quite like, so, I ordered around. The Italian meals are good, you can try them out as well," he says. I look at the food he is pointing at, the pasta looks really good, and my mouth is really juicy. On the other hand, are nachos and some other things I can't explain. "Go on, don't stand on occasion," he says warmly nodding his head and prompting me to take it. I try the food out, dishing it out into my plate and when I put it in my mouth, it is flavorful, I moan. "I love the pasta. It is so good," I mutter taking another fork full of pasta and eating it. Zane's rich masculine laughter