***LONDON'S POV***I make it to the last stall and I find a connecting door. My smile is wide when I slip out of it and carefully close the door behind me. I know I wouldn't have a chance against Zane, so I grab the stray iron I find close to the chairs at the other end of the club. Since they were two, I knotted the door with it, locking Zane inside the women's bathroom. I rushed to the front and bolt it lock. That got Zane's attention because he tries opening the door, but gets caught by the iron rod. "London!" he bellows, his anger raging through the entire toilet. "I am sorry, Zane, but I am too scared of your punishments. My ass is still sore from this afternoon," I say quickly as I dash out into the main club, the music blaring. "London? Is anything the problem?" Reaper asks his voice having an edge of fear to it. I know I need to control my high heartbeat if not I risk being caught before making it out of here. "No... No," I say firmly as I arran

***LONDON'S POV***"What do you plan to do now, London?" I hear Michael's question as I finish eating breakfast. He picks up my plate, walking to the sink to clean it up as I dab my lips with a napkin. "I need to return home, but I don't think Zane would be happy with my little stunt," I say, my voice sounding so exasperated. He nods his head, understanding dawning on him. "I could offer you a job at my bakery if you wanted to, you know?" he says softly. "You own the place for real, Mike?" I ask my eyes softening with hope. With want. "Well, yes. But the business needs a partner, for now, I am behind the counter playing the baker and releasing treats for the neighborhood," he explains. I think it out. I really do love baking, but Zane would never accept me to work for Mike. Besides, I have done a lot to make him want to tie me in the air and leave me there. I stare at the man before me, wondering if taking up his offer is worth killing us both. "So...?" he asks,

***ZANE'S POV***I hold on to London's neck, making sure not to press any harder than necessary, I do not want her to pass out. "Now, little human, never fucking threaten me with the news of fucking my men and sending the pictures to me, understood?" I ask my eye boring down on here intensively. London scowls at me and I increase the pressure slightly, making her whimper. "Fuck you, Zane," she says aggressively. This is the peak of it, these are the kind of things that annoy me but with London, I sure have to restrain myself from hurting her. I lean in until our lips are just inches apart and mutter, her breath caressing my skin. "I will fuck you, London, and until I feel your womb shift beneath me, I don't think I would let you go," I tell her. Instantly, I tear the clothes off her body, I know that at the rate at which I manhandle our clothes, we would barely have clothes to wear. Fuck that. I will always buy a new closet of clothes to wear. "No, Zane, d

***LONDON'S POV***Zane is giving me this really annoying scowl that says I shouldn't play with him. Of course, I know better than to follow with this crazy idea I am pushing through. "Of-fucking-course not, Zane, I didn't let him touch me," I sigh out. It was only then that I slipped off him and returned my attention to the TV. "Let me get your legs," Zane orders.At first, I gave him this weird look as if to tell him to cut the joke off if he was joking. He clearly wasn't, so, here I was with my legs over this brute of a man's own. To my dismay, he isn't being a prick about it, rather, he is massaging it. Fucking Vincenzo is rubbing my feet. In a normal way, I would find this hilarious, but now, it is... Soothing. I start relaxing gently and soon, I am taking over the weight of sleep.*Hours had passed and it was now night. I wondered about a lot of things, but specifically about Mike. I remembered the trousers I had worn last night and discovered that Michael

***ZANE'S POV***I push my hand to hug London but I find the side of her bed empty. I frown, wondering where she must have gone to. Shifting on the bed, I scan the bathroom for any signs of light protruding from there but nothing came out. I got angry at once, the frown evident on my face. I start pulling my shorts when I hear a soft clock of the kitchen door open. I know the sound of the door that leads to the yard and when it closes, the scowl on my face grows even darker. Two thoughts slip through my mind: one; that a criminal has entered my house. Two; London must be sneaking in. But why? I wonder, my frown growing perceive. I don't know what she will be doing outside, but if it even happens that she is the one, she is in trouble and she owes me a lot of explanations. I silently slip out of the room and as I open the door, I make sure to creak it as gently as I can. When I see London's shadow making it to the hallway, I brace myself to come inside the room, she doesn't, she c