The Rescue

Davis's POV

“Davis!”

At first, I thought it was a dream again, just like that of Grace. But then, Vincent pulled the chair upright, making me face him better.

I could see him but not clearly, the fucking drugs were still heavily active, making me dizzy.

“You've been captured by some fucking bastard, and you're dreaming of Grace? What the fuck, Davis!” Vincent spat, and I snapped my eyes open this time.

The fuck! Did I… Fuck!

“And just yesterday, he told me he had nothing to do with the girl” I snapped my eyes to the side to see Harry sitting on one of the empty drums with two guns in both hands.

“Ah, Davis is madly in love,” Vincent told Harry, who burst into laughter

“Shut up, you fucking asshole!” I cussed and they both laughed at me, making me clench my teeth,

“Get me out of these chains!” I spat through gritted teeth.

I noticed how some unknown men, Harry's men, I guess, were around the whole place. Gunshots were heard outside the room.

“Fucking bastard!” I cussed Vincent,