***LONDON'S POV***It has been one week since the incident at the bakery. Since I passed out in Zane's kitchen after he punished me. We haven't said anything too personal to one another. He hasn't touched me, looked at me, or done anything to make me doubt that we are on talking terms. I have met Micah and he seems to keep drowning in debt. Also, Zane doesn't trust me enough to let me go. Manipulating my cell phone is harder than I thought. Skipping to the room upstairs every now and then is a big challenge because I risk getting caught. Zane walks into the room as I am putting my hair in a ponytail. I am already dressed. "Going somewhere, little girl?" he asks warmly. "Yes. To have a run. I need my legs stretched out a little," I smile as I use my scrunchy to secure my hair at the back of my head. From the mirror, I could easily see Zane's mind working something out, that is crazy because this is actually the first time I am going out for a run and it is also the

***LONDON'S POV***The loud horns of a car jolted me as I blinked rapidly, trying to figure out where I was. It took a few seconds to find out because the fog in my head had cleared out enough for me to see the reason. New York, that's where the sign over the shed said. The bus had stopped at the bus station and everyone was scurrying out of it. I had slept throughout the journey and right now, I was hungry and still very tired. "Home!" I breathed out as I pushed out of the bus, I boarded a cab to a restaurant first.Ordering my food, I take it home. It wouldn't be a one-time meal, but that would do. I walked into my former apartment and the smell of musk hit my nostrils, I wrinkled them in an annoying fashion. The door wasn't broken at least, I am thankful, but it was locked. I missed my old house, I wonder if anyone had looked for me? The diner I worked for had probably found someone else to replace me. If I am going to stay in town, I will have to look for an

***LONDON'S POV***Two Weeks Later. It has been two whole weeks since I started working at the club, and I have been serving drinks. It is better than mixing vodka and tequila behind the desk. Gianna had been good to me like a boss would to their employee and the rest of the staff as well. But about three days ago, strange glares from the men entering the club would make me feel really uncomfortable, and every time I clock out of the club, I will hurry home. It feels like I have eyes on me, I don't mean it that way, but I mean, Zane looks like someone who would set men to monitor me. I haven't heard from him as well, and my chest breaks into pieces because Zane hasn't looked for me. It is not like I expected him to be here. As I put on my jacket, I take the path down the road that leads to my apartment. I still felt those eyes hovering behind me. It made me feel truly uncomfortable.Taking the alley down the block lands me on a man who is really familiar.

***LONDON'S POV***My head is pounding inside when I open my eyes, I am a little disoriented as I don't know where I am, or what I can even do to make this headache stop. I remember Bamba hitting me several times after I had tried to run away from him, it hadn't been successful, so, he had broken my arm. Trying to lift my arm, I find it difficult. I force myself to open my eyes, I stop forcing when it feels like my eyes are being glued. Am I dead? I wonder. The last thing I remember is the sounds of gunshots. There had been an open fire, and surely, I must have taken a stray bullet, thus, dying in the process. As I start crying, I feel a man's hand brush my hair behind me, shifting it away from my face. Even though I couldn't see the face, I heard the words, and I could identify it. "Hush, little human, you are going to be alright. The sedative still has an effect on you," he mutters out rapidly. As much as I want to fight against the damn sedative, I don'

***ZANE'S POV***I know London is hiding the truth about her kidnappers, but what I don't know is why she would keep such a piece of vital information from me. If she tells me, I will make those stupid bastards get on their knees before they even know it. All I know is two men had abducted her, the fact that she had even started working to take care of herself all this time makes me want to kill whoever employed her in the first place. She is mine to protect, and I don't accept rough energy around me more than it already is. It was Saturday and when the guys told me that they wanted to take London out and make her day special, especially since she was back home and they missed her, I accepted. What she needs is a small distraction, but if only they wouldn't jeopardize the health of my baby in her womb. I don't think I want to know the sex of the baby. No, this should be a surprise, I want to be caught aback by the little baby London is going to give birth to. Jess