Davis's POV “... And I'm here kissing you because that lips of yours just kept calling for me” I could only sit and watch as she poured all of her anger on me. She wiped her cheeks calmly before she opened her mouth to speak again, “You don't know how much I regret ever knowing you. Can you please get out!”My heart broke some more when I heard her last words to me. Regret.Of course, she must hate me. I did all those things to her without even knowing it. I didn't know… I fucking didn't know anything.I knew she needed some time and the funny thing was, I do too. So I stood up. “I'll be leaving for London today. Take care of Helen… and yourself” My voice had suddenly reduced to a calm one. I wasn't crying, I was just pained. Because if I had known any of these were happening, I swear, I would have fucking fixed it.I turned to leave, but when I got to the door, I remembered something, so I paused. Without looking back at her, I said, “I'm sorry Grace Daniels” With that said, I
Davis's POVIn less than seven hours, we were already in the United Kingdom. My men and I were already on our way to the hotel room. I hope we get this done very soon and we can get the shit back to New York. "Jack, what's the situation?" I asked from the device in my ear, and he replied immediately, "Nothing. I think he is still inside the hotel room" I nodded because that's what I wanted to hear. The motherfucker should remain in there and he wouldn't know what hit him.As much as I want to ask him who the hell is behind all of these, who sent him, I know he won't be giving a lot of information so it's for the best that we just end him as fast as possible. We made our way in disguise into the hotel. One of my men paid for three rooms in the hotel so we all went only to come out when everything was clear. We made our way to room number 57, Jack had sent that earlier to make things easier and faster. Getting to the room number, we all had our guns with us but were well hidden. On
Davis's POV “Damn Davis, you had a daughter?” Harry asked in shock, “Are you okay?” “Yes, he didn't succeed, he was able to escape from New York. One of my men traced him here, but what can I say? My coming here was a waste” “I can help you with resources. His phone is with the police, every information they get, Inspector Williams will send it down to us” “How long will that take?” I asked as I looked at the man, who shrugged. “The hotel wants the case closed and buried for the sake of their business. It will ruin their business, so we do not know whether it will be dropped yet or not” he explained.“I don't see why it would be so easy to drop a murder case” I eyed the officer who explained further, “One, the public thinks he got drunk and drowned. Two, there is no one sponsoring the case, since he doesn't seem to have any family or relatives here in the UK. Three, he didn't have a good name, so it's hard to support someone like him” “What do you think we can do to find who th
Grace's POV It's been six days and Davis is still not back. I didn't think there'd be a need to panic, but I couldn't help it, especially when Helen told me that Davis promised to come back before Sunday. It's Monday already, what the hell is taking him so long? I just hoped he is fine and not injured, harmed, or caught. Because of the fight we had, I didn't bother to ask him what he was going to do in London. But I know it's something relating to his business, and his business is always dark. Helen said she hasn't been able to reach Davis since he left for London. I've asked Vincent so many times and the man keeps saying Davis was fine.I'm really panicking, I don't want anything to happen to the father of my child, especially now that Helen loves him more than anything in this world. She has been down for days now. She's upset that Davis hasn't picked up her calls or called her back. And I know the love Davis has for Helen, he'll call no matter what. It's why I'm really scared.
Grace's POV“Hello Grace” Lydia giggled as she walked into the house. She was dressed in a blue jumpsuit, her hair tied at the back. I didn't wait for anyone to tell me before I jumped to my feet. “Wha…what… are you… doing here?” I stuttered, but she chuckled some more, coming closer to me.“I came to visit you” she replied with an evil grin.“Davis… Davis said he… he… banned you from stepping into… New York” I restated and she sneered,“Can he ban me? Can Davis really ban me?” She asked. I gulped, I didn't know, I believed Davis. I believed that he was powerful enough to do so. I walked over to the other side of the couch while Adrianna remained seated. Lydia was slowly making her way to me, “So you reported me to Davis and you think I won't come back for revenge? Do you think you can come between Davis and I? We've known each other for the longest time, Grace. Do you think that your presence would change how Davis feels about me, to the extent that he would ban me from stepping
Davis's POV I groaned when I felt my head aching. I opened my eyes, everywhere was dark. I clenched my jaw when I tried to stand up from where I was sitting, only to notice that my hands were tied behind me.“Fuck!” I cussed as I tried to think of what had brought me here. ****Harry and I have found some news about the one who had poisoned the motherfucker's drink. We went to the hotel, where we were told that they had fired the worker who had done it, so we made our way to his house. He wasn't there and was informed by some of his neighbors that he had gotten another job and was now working as a waiter for a party. “Will you attend the party then?” Harry asked me and I shrugged,“I don't have a choice. Although I didn't come to attend parties, I fucking didn't have a choice. I have to, then I'll set out back to New York” I said to him and he hummed,“I wonder if Helen is the one you're eager to see and not Grace” I let out a small chuckle as I explained, “Grace is the mother o
Davis's POV We entered the hall at different times where the party was held. My men had positioned themselves at different corners of the room as we waited for the perfect time to kidnap the boy. As Harry had said, he didn't come with us. Having some me time with his woman.I had already seen him when I entered the party. So young, and he looked friendly, smiling at every single person. I spoke to my men through the device in my ear. They were all scattered around the party, blending in like guests as well. I don't think they even knew who was throwing the party. Harry has filled me up with the details. A wedding reception of two wealthy people. Which means, we can't mess this up. What we'll do is, simply pull the boy outside the hall. “Don, the boy is going to the cool room,” one of my men informed me. “Follow. Keep me updated” I muttered under my breath. I just cannot leave the gathering of these men, who had happened to recognize me. I thought I was infamous. I don't underst
Davis's POV“What the fuck do you want?” I asked and he laughed like a maniac.“Let me tell you the truth since you are so gentle, and you're pleading to know. My name is Bruce, one of the loyal servants to my boss. My boss wants your position as the Don of New York. I can give you a chance” he paused and moved his mouth to my ear,“Step down, take your fucking child with you, and run away. Hide somewhere far, anywhere, just leave New York”. When he was done, he pulled away, only for me to burst into laughter. I laughed so hard that even when he was asking me to, I refused. He landed a heavy punch on my face. He threw another one over and over again. His men behind him were laughing as they watched him throw punches at me.When he was done, I was bleeding from my nose and my mouth. My mouth was full of blood. “You motherfucker!” I spat the blood at him, causing him to throw another hard punch at me.“You're just a foolish messenger” I didn't relent.“Tell your fucking boss that I'l