My Boss wants your position...

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