The conversation

Davis's POV

Sitting down on the iron chair, I watched as Vincent tortured the motherfucker who had made me look like a fool in front of my subordinates.

He thinks because he had some fucking money, he could speak all he wants about me. I had to let him know that I'm not a fool, I don't only have money, I have power in all ways possible.

After this, he'll never try to start a business. He knows nothing about my city ever again.

“Mr. Cole, are you sure you don't want to scream anymore?” I asked the fool.

I didn't take him to my mansion to torture, I had taken him to one of my secret hide rooms.

Mr. Cole wanted to start a fucking casino business and had come to me for advice. I don't have the time to, and even though Jerry had told me, I refused to give him my time. I asked Jerry to go on my behalf, and he gave a report of how the man appreciated the effort even if I didn't make myself present.

Not long after, Jerry had come to report to me that the fucking Mr. Cole was building his c