Captives?

Davis's POV

“Stanley, I'm busy!”

“Raymond, fuck! Where are you?”

“I said I'm busy!” The bastard spoke again. I didn't want to speak, I will, but not yet. So I pointed the gun at the so-called Stanley,

“Men, Davis is here. He has destroyed the entire mansion, he is searching for Grace. Did you have her?”

“Oh Davis, that was fast” I heard him chuckle and my jaws clenched.

“And yes, I have her. She is with me as we speak” he replied and my eyes darkened.

“Can you please let her go?” Stanley asked, as his life was at stake.

“Why should I?” Raymond asked.

“Fuck, there is a gun pointed at my head right now. He is going to kill me if you don't let Grace go. Why didn't you tell me of your plans?” Stanley asked in anger.

“Why should I? It was my personal mission, it's not for you to know. As for Davis, he can do whatever he wants, I don't care”

My eyes brows met each other as I wondered if he didn't care about his right-hand man

“Man, I said he is pointing a gun at me as we speak!”