Ambush

Davis POV

The prying of the sun into my room through the curtains woke me up. My eyes opened slowly as I scanned my environment.

“Fuck!” I shielded my eyes with my arms from the sun.

I was still in bed, but where was the lady, what was her name again? Damn! That girl was fucking heavenly.

It wouldn't be bad to have her this morning too before letting her go finally.

Getting out of bed, I saw her clothes were still on the floor, so I checked the bathroom, she wasn't there. Looking around, I noticed she was no longer in the room, and I frowned,

How dare she leave without my consent?

“Who was she?” I breathed out as I stared out the window.

We didn't only have the most amazing sex ever, I had slept so well, I can't remember the last time I had slept this good and into the morning.

Seeing her send all the guys away at the club last night, I wondered who she was. I had only come to inspect my club and see how things were going here, but she caught my attention.

I made my way to her and saw how she held her breath when she saw me. I saw the twinkle in her eyes, then she burped, she was drunk.

I wasn't used to getting rejected, I wanted to try her since she kept rejecting everyone and I asked for a dance, and she gladly accepted. I wondered if it was because she was now drunk or if it was because I had the most handsome face or maybe, it was because I had said the right words to her that she accepted to dance with me.

Her ass drew my attention when she stood up, not too big but perfect and round, I could imagine my hand caressing her there. She was dressed in a dark blue body hug gown, my favorite color on women, and a beautiful heel that matched her gown. It was like she was sculptured just for me alone tonight, and I am definitely not letting this one go without a taste.

I gestured for my men to watch as I made my way out of the club with her, when she gladly accepted. And fuck, that sex was good.

A smile creeped into my face as I remembered pounding her over and over again. Her moan was sweet music to my ears, she had pleaded for me to stop at some point, but fuck! I just couldn't.

“What the hell was her name? Damn it!” I grabbed my phone ready to call Jack to find that girl for me when I saw three hundred and six missed calls on my phone.

My eyes scanned my environment before I searched under the bed to get my gun. I remember kicking it under the bed last night. Searching through who had called, I saw missed calls from Vincent, Jack, Bruce, and many more.

"Fuck!" I cussed when I saw that my phone had been on silent mood.

Quickly I called Vincent, my right-hand man,

“Vincent”

“Don, there was an ambush last night” his voice was weak and low. My heart raced as I rushed to grab my briefs and began to wear them.

“What's the situation?” I asked.

“Right at the residence, Don. It's bad, it's really, really bad”

My heart dropped in my stomach, I felt a cold chill run down my spine.

“Forty-eight men drop down last night,”

“Fuck! Who the fuck….” I was boiling in anger as I wondered who would have trespassed me. No one dares, in the whole of New York City, no one dares trespass me!

“Don… Ma'am… ma'am”

No, no, no, no, no, no, no… I began to panic.

“Ma'am Mariam is also gone”

“Ah!” I let out a loud roar as I threw my phone against the wall. I fell on the bed, my eyes turned teary, my hands grabbed my hair as I screamed.

“No! No!!!”

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In less than twenty minutes, I had gotten to my residence, the Don's residence. My white building was covered in red. Not some fucking enemy's blood. My men's blood.

“Fuck!” I cussed as I walked into the compound half-naked. Because I had ripped her gown into pieces, she had left with my shirt.

Fucking sexy

My compound was covered with dead bodies everywhere. It irked me that I hardly saw the enemies' dead bodies, there were only mine. Mine!

Seeing few of the enemies, there was no identity of who they were. They only had a piece of red clothes with them either tied to their wrist, waist, head, neck, or pocket. They just had a red piece.

My hands formed a fist, I walked into the mansion with a deep frown on my face,

“Where is she?” I asked, and they all knew who I was talking about. With their heads bowed, they pointed towards the kitchen. I made my way there but paused when I got to the door.

Ma'am Mariam was laid on top of the cupboard, with lots of bullets wasted on her body. The old woman's face was covered in blood. A knife in her stomach,

“Fuck!!!” I screamed, “Which bastard did this?!?” I thundered as I marched out of the kitchen.

I saw how the men stepped away in fear till I was standing right in front of Vincent,

“Who did this?” I asked, my breath heaving hard. My eyes swelled with unshed tears, but I refused to let the tears fall.

“We don't know yet, Don. They seem to be an unknown mafia from a different—”

“No!” I roared, “They are not from a different city! They are people who know me to my bones. Damn it!”

They know me because they have done a perfect job. They didn't only catch us unaware, the ambush was well planned. They targeted when I wasn't home, they killed my favorite person, Mariam. They knew I wouldn't be home! But I was supposed to be back home if not that I…

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cussed in rage and punched the wall behind me instead of Vincent, who was standing in front of me.

“Get me the girl from the club last night. Get me the damn girl!"