He protected my babies

Davis's POV

We finally went home. Grace happened to have fallen asleep in the car, in my arms. She refused to let go even when I wanted to drop her on the bed. She must have been so scared. I had to stay with her while Helen watched us in bed.

I caressed her red face. I wish I had come earlier. The bastard had hit her so hard, that I could see the marks on her face. He even dared to climb on her. That bastard son of a thousand fathers.

Vincent had gone to lock him up in the dungeon, even though he looked like a living corpse already. He still needed a little more torture before I, personally, finished him off.

Adriana happens to be the happiest when she heard we didn't just kill him. She had made her way to the dungeon after finding out that he was there. Margaret didn't go, but was heading towards Florida when I left them.

“What did the doctor say, Daddy?” Helen asked as she lay on the other side of her mother.

The doctor had come over to check up on Grace. I didn't want to take