*** 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 have never heard that voice before. And it dawns on me that I don't even know where I am. The last thing I remember is Oliver dragging me out of the house, that is before I was whooped into complete darkness. I turn to the man and startle when I see a large and tall man, standing in my peripheral, so, I don't have to stretch my neck to figure him out. But then, I do not know him, he doesn't look familiar at all. Opening my mouth, I can't seem to find the words to say. Understanding dawns on the stranger when he figures out that I have a dry throat, he grabs a bottle of water, adds a straw to it, and brings it to my lips. "Only a sip, honey, a sip at a time," he tells me. I sip it until I have had my fill, then, I look up at him, hating myself for not being able to see better. "Who are you?" I ask when I try my voice again. It is hoarse, but the words just sound as bad as they can be. The stranger chuckles, and brushes his hand over my head before responding, "Someone you will be living part of your recent life with," he says warmly. I don't understand but there is this authority that sparks out of this man, I can't help but poke at it. "I was at my apartment... How..." I look around me discovering that I am in the hospital, but it doesn't explain the fact that I am here and a stranger is hovering around me. A smiles warmly, I see early morning stubble on his face, a sign that he has been stressed out, and good use of a good bath and a shave. "I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but right now, there is nothing to worry about, you are in the right hands, but I will like to know about something..." the stranger says leaning close that I get a good whiff of his manly cologne. It might be a flint but it is so manly, so unique. "What... What do... you... want?" I ask my voice a soft wavering sound. I hate how weak I sound, I feel even worse. "Who did this to you, London? Give me a name," he says. A full-body shiver rakes through my body like a wave just crashed through me. Who is this man? Unlike how terrifying I am when Oliver is around, this man spikes me, but in an intriguing manner. "Who are you?" I shoot out again. The stranger looks like he wouldn't tell me, but on a last note, he gives in, his eyes hooded as he straightens to his full length, I have to lift my head upwards to see him better. "Zane Vincenzo," he says calmly. A feel a bucket of iced water being thrown at me, my entire body goes rigid. Zane fucking Vincenzo is standing in front of me and I look like shit. I have only heard his name a handful of times, he is a monster, an Italian mafia whom anyone wouldn't want to cross paths with him. "Holy shit, I am in trouble, aren't I? I didn't do anything, I swear," I say snorting. I know I am blabbing but Zane being in front of me? Anybody would. He kills with his bare hands. I have heard a lot of dark shit about him to want his attention. "Not yet, honey, but I need the name of the person who hurt you now," he says firmly and I shake my head. Oliver will do more than beat me up the next time if he finds out I put him in trouble. I deviate from the question. "How did you find me, and what hospital am I?" I ask curling my fingers hoping that Zane forgets his question. A relieve a small smile when he doesn't push forward, but it turns into a full shock with the revealing truth he shoots out at me. "You are in Lake City, Colorado, London, and how you got here? Well, I sent my men to come get you. It is quite sad that they brought you home in pieces and now, you have to get fixed," he says. His words whirl in my head, my heart rate picking up so fast. "You know my name," I blurt out. I just noticed this is the second time he has said my name in a sentence and the hair on my neck starts prickling, scaring shit out of me. A small chuckle vibrates through his chest as he replies, "Oh, yes, Little human, I know your name and everything about you. I also know that you have a name to give me and that person will pay for hurting you so badly," he notes. My head spins, throbbing heavily. "My home is in New York City," I blurt out, I feel another wave of fatigue sweeps through me. When strong fingers wave back strands of hair from my face, I relax gently but Zane's words put me back to the edge. "No, London, your home is with me, you just don't know it yet, and I am about to show you how good that might be if you accept without me having to convince you,"I open my mouth to speak but words fail me. Zane Vincenzo scares me, but the idea of a home with him? It terrifies me even more, but it can't be a bad idea if I give it a thought. I am consumed with the weight of sleep before I can form a reply.***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
***ZANE'S POV***London fucking Jameson will be the death of me. I take a moment back to stare at my work of art and it is just perfect. London is perfect and I have to catch myself from spilling out any emotions. What this lady does to me is mind troubling, she is trouble altogether, so, I need to be careful with how I deal with her. London's face is streaked with tears, all these tears aren't good for her, but the little girl will not stop teasing me. I swear if I didn't have enough control over myself, I would come right now just staring at her. She is perfection, and she is mine. I doubt the fact that London is aware of the kind of power she has over me. The whipped creams on her body are inviting me, so, I walk over to her and her left breast first and suck on it. I hear the sounds London makes, but I doubt she can do more, if she tries anything stupid, especially with the position I have set her in, she is so fucking sure to choke on her saliva. I flick an