Davis's POV“Gideon had confirmed being asked to do some task relating to the kidnapping of a child but was immediately asked to drop the job” Vincent explained as we walked out of the room. “What's that? Who's Gideon?” I raised a brow as I walked out of the room, leaving the fucking doctor to cough his lungs out. “A leader of a small gang in Westfield. He is one of the men sent last time for the mission with Austin” Vincent explained as he went on to show me the guy's picture on his phone. “What did this Gideon say about the sex of the child?” I asked my heart to beat fast, but I tried to remain calm. I suspect as much as Vincent was also suspecting that that child was mine. Why would one of my own kidnap my child?“A female,” Vincent replied, making me pause on my track. “And you think that's my daughter?” I asked and saw him nod as he stopped to walk as well. “Yes, boss. Gideon said he also suspected something was wrong when he was asked to suddenly back out. According to him,

Davis's POVGetting to the hideout, we made our way out into the building. The bastards were all over the place guiding just one little girl, making me wonder who it was that would do this to me. It is just so certain that this fucker is someone who knows me very well. To keep such men to watch over a little girl, a smile creeps on my lips, at least he knew I wasn't one to be fucked with. Vincent had arranged for silencers and made sure all the guns had them. As we moved, we killed those on our way. We didn't know how many were in the building, but we tried as much as we could to make sure the people inside didn't hear the commotion outside, therefore killing them before they could scream.When we got into the inner part of the building, my eyes landed on two men who were involved in arm wrestling“How about I try?” I asked, removing my jacket. Their eyes landed on me, making them loosen their grips. “Hey, how did you get in here?” One of the men asks in panic, making me scoff. This

Grace's POVI sat there staring at the man who just walked into the room. His eyes shot daggers at me, but I wasn't threatened as my gaze unwavered, I also stared at him. He cannot scare me. “Princess, why don't you go and play with your uncle Vincent, huh?” I heard him say to Helen calmly and I quickly retorted, “Don't you go anywhere, Helen? I don't know who this uncle Vincent is” My eyes didn't move from him and I saw how his eyes darkened at my words. He moved a little bit closer and began to stroke Helen's hair, “She will go out of this fucking room to meet with one of my men while I have a fucking word with you, and you would not dare stop it!” he spat through gritted teeth and I could see clearly the anger in his eyes. “So sweetie, go. Uncle Vincent wants to show you to your new room” he said facing her. As quick as lightning, his expression changed so quickly, it shocked me. He smiled sweetly at Helen, making me remember why I had fancied him the very first day I had met

Grace's POVMy eyes scanned my surrounding and like lightning, it hit me and I recalled where I was. I groaned as I sat upright. I was damn hungry, that was exactly what woke me up. The last food I ate was the one Helen had fed me with. Looking through the curtain, I noticed it was morning already. That doctor, I told him I didn't want to sleep. I wonder how Helen was able to sleep without me by her side.I got up from the bed and headed to the door at the side which I guess was the bathroom, and I guessed right. After a while, I came out and made my way out of the room. The men were still standing there,Don't these people sleep? A break, maybe. I thought they'll stop me as I began to walk past the corridor, but they didn't. They only stood by each side like a statue. I slowly walked out of the corridor and saw myself in a very large living room.“Wow,” I exclaimed. This is a palace, mansion, castle, a big one at that. Slowly, I walked around the place. There was no one in sight,

Davis's POVI have been in the best mood since I woke up. The last time I slept this peacefully was at the hotel with the bitch. My sweet daughter has the same impact as her mother, the moment I lay on the bed after telling her the bedtime story I had to fucking beg Vincent to tell me, so I could narrate it to my daughter, and I fell asleep immediately.When I woke up, she was literally sleeping on my chest with her small arms around my neck. Her breathing and heartbeats, I could feel, and my lips spread with a bright smile. Fuck! It was beautiful. I took a photo of it on my phone. It was that same smile I had used to step out of her room and head straight downstairs when I heard the fucker's voice. The bitch thinks I'm hers. It took everything in me not to thunder at her, knowing that I might scare Helen. Helen said she looked like a jewelry box with rings all over her face. That made me chuckle. She has an incredible way of describing things. While she bathed, she kept talking a