CHAPTER5

***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. 

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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.