Dinner

Grace's POV

We all sat down in the dining room, taking lunch. Davis has been taunting me since he came back. Now, I miss the peace in the house before he came back.

He was so clingy to Helen that I wondered how much he had missed his daughter. He was even refusing to drop her down since he came back.

I had hurriedly gone to change from his shirt, which I had thrown to his face the minute I came back into the living room. There was something different and peculiar about Davis now, he was acting differently. I don't know if the word sweeter would do enough justice.

He would pause all he is doing to tease me and laugh at me when he gets the slightest chance, making me want to punch him, but I know I haven't learned anything to start picking up a fight with the mafia of New York

When I asked him how he sustained the injuries on his face, he also turned it against me, making everyone laugh. I didn't do anything, I mean was it bad that I asked how he sustained injuries, when he left, his