Author's POVVincent and some of the men who had followed him made their way to the dungeon where Lydia had asked for Helen to be kept. He kept receiving information from Jack as he moved. Jack was about to hack into the building system, therefore giving him room to see who and how many people were in the building.“There are five men there. Not much work. It's what only you can take out, but…” he paused.“We never know, so be careful,” he said to Vincent, who nodded before instructing the people on what to do. With his hands, he gestured for them to move to both sides of the building and enter from both sides. He didn't meet to fight anyone. While his men shot the three men outside the building dead, Vincent walked into the building. The sound of one of the men's guns had alerted the other two inside the building, so one of them pointed a gun at Helen's head. When Vincent saw this the moment he stepped in, he quickly dropped his gun and raised his hands up“Uncle Vincent!” Helen s

Grace's POV“No, Davis… wake up. No, no!” I snapped my eyes open, only to find out that it was a dream. I sniffed as I wiped my tears clean. My forehead was soaked in sweat and I wiped it with the back of my hand. Coming down from the bed, I went on my knees to pray. I feared that something had happened to Davis and Helen. I didn't know how they planned their movement, although Jack said there was nothing to worry about, I couldn't help but worry. In my dream, Davis was shot in the forehead, just like Caroline. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. Fine, he had killed and hurt people, but he should not be hurt, she shouldn't be killed. I cried and prayed to God to help my family. All of them were out there. Davis, Helen, Adrianna, and Vincent, all were out there. I didn't know how I was able to sleep, but I kept having nightmares, so the sleep wasn't doing me any good. When I was done praying, I made my way to the living room as I wanted to know what the situation was. When

Davis's POV I stood beside the window as I received a call. We were still at Jack's penthouse. The place was big enough for every one of us. It's been three days since we had gotten Helen from the hands of those monsters. Vincent had advised me to call Mr. Alejandro now because it won't be funny for the next few days till everything is over. Whether I hide well or not, my cover has already been blown. Raymond must have already known that I was alive.Gideon had done a good job by speaking to his gang. According to him, his men had promised to give their lives, not like I enjoyed my people dying, but I was grateful. I had also called Mr. Alejandro after Vincent and Harry's advice. The man was kind enough to also help me with a few of his soldiers and weapons. If there were anyone who had dangerous weapons, it was Alejandro. He had them all stored in different warehouses. Grace, on the other hand, has been really keeping us busy with her pregnancy. It wasn't visible, but no one coul

Author's POVAfter hearing that Margaret Jones had been taken to the dungeon underground where they kept their prisoners, Raymond was more than happy to go and pay her a visit. He had been waiting for this moment for years. With his right-hand man and best friend, he made his way to the dungeon that was far from his mansion. Getting into the place, dark and dirty, he was satisfied with the kind of life she was now living. Never was he planning to give her the comfort of a good life. “Hello, mother!” He spat the minute he saw the woman. Margaret Jones opened her eyes as she was once asleep. When she saw that it was her son, she sat upright on the bed. “Raymond” her voice cracked and hoarse. “Are you surprised to see me?” Raymond asked as he walked into the cell after his guards had opened it for him. Margaret Jones shook her head, indicating that she wasn't a bit surprised to see Raymond. It wasn't the first time of doing this to her, so she wasn't surprised.“Surprised? No son. I

Author's POV“Fuck!” Raymond cussed as he entered his office. In anger, he began to destroy the office. “Fuck her! I hate her boldness, I hate her courage! I hate her motherfucking confidence!” He yelled, hitting his hand on the table. Stanley went over to the bar, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of alcohol. “What you need is a drink,” he said to his best friend, whose breathing was hard. Whose chest was heaving up and down. “What I need is to kill that fucking woman!” He yelled as he threw his office chair to the other side of the room. “Calm down, man!” Stanley persuaded. “I just fucking hate her nerves. The boldness. She sounds so much like Davis. She is supposed to be my mother, but she sounds so much like someone she has never seen before!” He hissed in anger.“Strong-willed, strong spirit that cannot easily be broken. Seven years, Stanley, seven fucking years, and she still speaks like her hope is still intact. Where did she get such courage from?!?” He yelled. “I fu