***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, listen to me, Reaper, I want your loyalty to London, just as you would with me. If she asks you to jump, your only response should be, how high?" I say my eyes never leaving his. I see the moment realization dawns on him, and he nods repeatedly. "Come, it is time to get the girl and go home, we still have a lot going on at the club as it is right now," I mutter leading the way.*
I walk into London's room, grateful for the nurse who has helped her into new clothes, it is a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, I bought those earlier today, and she still looks weary about all this.
"Let's get going," I say motioning to the wheelchair the elderly has beside the bed, ready to transport London to the parking lot with it. Hospital policy. I roll my eyes thinking about it. "I don't want to go with you, Zane, if I can get a phone, I will call my brother, he can come and pick me up, besides, he will be happy to know that I am here," she says. Anger flashes behind my brown eyes, I hate the thought of another man touching London, not even her brother. "Well, I've got you know, and I am taking you home," I said smiling warmly. "No, I can't go with you, I don't even know you," London shouts aggressively. Her face is still swollen, but her right eye is healing fast, but I doubt she can see more than a blur with it. Her left eye is functioning well now. Looking at the nurse, I say, "Give us a minute, please."The moment I hear the soft click on the door, signaling that the nurse is outside and probably out of reach, I stride to the bed, my hand grabbing London's neck and squeezing it lightly, enough to make her shiver with fear, yet, able to still breathe. "You need to know who is in control here, London," I bark out at her. She will come to know who I am. Her blue eyes shine at me, freckles spotting across her cheeks. "You don't own me, bastard," she screeches. I laugh, it is full of sarcasm, and when I sober up, I apply extra force on my grip on her neck, forcing her to look at me. "I might not be a bastard, but I do own you, London, all of you, every inch of your body, and you will soon come to find out about that," I tell her warmly, making sure she knows that I am not bluffing. London scratches my arm but I don't let go, she starts panicking, it is the thought that she thinks I might choke her out right now, but then, that is just her head. "Breathe, London, you can breath," I tell her. Eyeing me, she figures it out and I release her neck. "I have a life in New York, you can't just kidnap me, I swear, once my brother finds out that I am here rather than in New York, he will hunt you down, cut off your head and feed the pigs with it," she shouts. London is a sight, I should have burst out laughing right here if I wanted her to break down this place, but I have to deal with her in a cautious manner. She is still fragile, I have to remind myself that she didn't force herself to be in this position, her brother put her there to his advantage. "And who do you think stole money from me so that you could pay your student loan, London?" I let out. I watch how her London's eyes bulge to the point that I am scared they might leave their sockets, I have just hit a vital organ. "Micah stole from you?" she asks her lower lips shaking, I see tears forming at the back of her eyes, yet, she blinks them so fast before they have a chance to fall. "Not only did Micah steal from me, I was going to kill him for that but he gave me his sweet baby sister as a collateral deal until he can pay me back," I inform her. I am never going to hide the truth from her, and she might as well learn to enjoy the ride while she is with me. "That is a lot of money, he will never find it before coming to save me from you," she says. A deep chuckle rips through me, but it is humorless, I grab London by the arm this time, lifting her right the way up. She says a little, but my grip is tight on her. I get to her face, making sure she can see me clearly. "The only person who needs saving here is me, London. Now, plant your butt on the wheelchair so that the elder can come and get you the fuck out of this hospital. I can't wait to take you home and feed you," I tell her. Parting her lips to reply, I can't resist those plump lips, I close the distance, slamming my lips into hers. The kiss is soft and demanding, and when she moves her lips, when London kisses me back, I groan in her mouth. "Sit the fuck down, London, you are mine for as long as the deal holds," I let out feeling her entire body shiver before she obeys. "Good girl," I say kissing her lips once more.***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
***London's POV***The night is a long one, it is actually the sleep I need because when I wake up in the morning, the sun is fanning directly on my face. I frown rolling out of the bed. I am still in my yesterday's clothes, and as I walk to the window, I close the window, sighing. Last night's events come rushing to the front of my head and I blush profusely. Zane is intense with pleasure making. He takes my pleasure to a whole new level.For a moment, I thought I was going to die with that thick chocolate mush in my mouth. Damn, the way Zane made my body tingle. I heave a sigh peeling out of my clothes and entering the bathroom. I turn on the shower and stand under, letting the cold water calm my racing pulse down. I make a good job to clean myself well. This is the first bedroom I had seen when I had walked upstairs in my blind rage, I didn't even know if Zane wanted to share a bed with me after what happened at dinner. I sigh, touching myself softly. It is cool, I l