Shoot

Davis's POV

I came out from my room dressed in black and black, a belt of knife wrapped around my waist with two guns in both hands. Vincent was standing right outside my room,

"How did it go?"

"She didn't like my way of saying goodbye'' I replied with a smile. When Vincent came into the room with Helen, he had expected me to tell Grace that I would be staying behind but I know my babies too well, we wouldn't have made it to the rooftop at all.

I had to do what I think was best, I'll just apologize to her later, a good fuck will do.

As Vincent and I walked down the stairs, he tells me the situation outside,

"Any moment from now, they'll be here but we noticed their arrival from a distance"

"And the soldiers?"

"All set and in position" he replied, causing me to nod in approval.

Pulling out my phone, I called Jack,

"Hm, Don" Jack spoke sleepily

"Open your fucking eyes, it's time"

I'm sure he snapped his eyes open already because I heard sounds in the background and his wife cal