Marco Luigi

Davis's POV

In 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