Davis's POVA day of peace is all I ask! I don't know who the fuck these people were, but I dare not underestimate them. The last time they came with full force like this, I had lost so many men and Nanny Mariam as well. This time, I refuse to give them any breathing space. Immediately I walked out of the mansion, I began to fire at them. I didn't fucking care if there were survivors or not, my family were inside that building. I made sure no one made it into the mansion. I may have made a similar mistake before, but I wasn't going to try it ever again. My men stood firm as well, bullets flying everywhere and the sounds of guns too. Some of the enemies had escaped, but I made sure Bruce did not make it out of the residence. I captured six other men along with him. Only a few were able to escape. “Take them to the dungeon” I instructed Vincent, who ordered the other men beside him to take the seven men into the dungeonMy eyes landed on Bruce and I smirked,“You'll wish a fucking
Grace's POVI woke up to an empty room. Neither Davis nor Helen were in the room. I sat up to look around. When I checked the time, I realized that they must have gone to the living room after waking up. I yawned before stepping down from the bed. I stepped out of the room and went downstairs to the living room, it was empty as well. What surprised me was how clean it was. Because of what happened last night, I expected the house to be damaged somehow, but everything was intact like nothing ever happened. I shrugged before making my way to the kitchen, the place was quiet, there was no Adrianna or Helen. “Adrianna? Helen?” I called, but no one responded. Or was I dreaming?There's a belief that if you're in a dream, and you wish to know if it's a dream or not, all you have to do is check your fingers if they were five in number or six. If it's six then, it's definitely a dream, I raised my hands up to look at my fingers, they were both five. I sighed in relief, it's not a dream.
Davis's POVFuck! Grace wasn't supposed to be here! Damn! This is the main reason I wanted Adrianna back in the house. But she insisted on seeing the man getting tortured. I didn't think too much about it, since Grace would never come here anyway until she did. “You see what you caused!” I barked at the bastard, Bruce. His head was down as he didn't have any more strength to lift it up. I had patiently pulled out all his fucking teeth. The bastard thought I was here to play, I had made sure to give him more than he had done to me. After killing his men in front of him, just like he did to mine, I began to pluck out his teeth one after the other before moving down to his fucking fingers. I pulled out all his nails with a fucking plier one after the other. Yes, the bastard screamed. He screamed so loud, and I was glad the torture room was not just underground, but also made of soundproof doors. After asking him so many times who his fucking boss was, he finally confessed, but his
Davis's POV“I'm so, so sorry” I apologized, but the girl didn't look like sorry would solve this one. “Davis, please. I beg you, let me go. I didn't sign up for this” she cried. Her tears were rolling down her cheeks and when I took a step forward to wipe the tears away, she took many steps back in fear. Fuck!My jaws clenched, and my hands formed a fist beside me. I looked from her to Adriana who was standing close by, begging for help with my eyes. I didn't know what else to do, I was helpless for the first time since I met her. I don't want to lose her, I can't afford to lose her. “Can you let him explain, Grace?” Adriana asked, and I was grateful that she was trying to help me out because I swear, I was fucking lost for words.“What is there to explain?” Grace asked with a choked voice, causing my heart to break.“There is always something to explain. Give him a chance to explain” she pleaded. I stood there staring at them both as I didn't know what to do anymore. Even if Gra
Grace's POVThe video made me rooted to the ground. I watched Vincent take Helen from Davis before walking upstairs. I forced myself to move my legs after minutes of staring at him. I made my way to where Davis stood. He didn't move. His eyes held something I couldn't explain. They were different from what I had ever seen in Davis. They were teary, and I could also see the fear in his eyes. He didn't want to lose me. He was scared that I'll leave him with Helen.When I got close enough to him, I began to undo the button on the wrist of his long sleeve shirt. I was shocked, myself, when I saw him wearing a long sleeve. But I didn't think much about it. I felt he did it for a change, I didn't notice….I thought I had checked him well last night, but I didn't. He made sure I didn't suspect a thing. And I didn't.I rolled his sleeves and he quietly watched me as I rolled his shirt up, but it refused to move further at a particular spot, so I stopped rolling. Ignoring the look he was gi
Davis's POV A fucking swimming competition, I wonder how good my baby girl is in the pool that she wanted a swimming competitionIt's been two days since the deal. According to Grace, she wants me to heal first before we go swimming. I had intentionally gone to say a big thank you to Vincent and Adrianna that day for helping me out that day. I would have truly lost Grace. I wasn't fucking good at expressing myself, talking and trying to persuade her to stay, wasn't really my thing. After that day, we had been cool. She didn't speak about what happened down in the torture room again, and neither did I ask why she had come there in the first place. I had given up torturing and killing. Not after killing Bruce first, though. I wanted to please her, I was doing every fucking thing to please my babies. “I hope you're ready?” She asked me as she walked towards me. I was already standing at the back of the mansion waiting for her.“I've been ready since the day you challenged me to a sw
Grace's POVThis was the only thing I knew I was good at that he might not be so good at, and he was. Even with the injury in his arm, he was good. How come? What kind of god was he? Good at every single thing. I don't know why, but that didn't sit well with me. What then can I do that he can't?He was the one who had complained about his arm, yet he still won. What kind of trick did he use? I hate that he won, especially when this was the only thing I was good at. When I got to my room upstairs, yes, Davis made sure I moved my things upstairs, as he didn't want what happened that day to reoccur. He made sure I stayed in the room next to his. It was Helen's room first before his, then mine. I didn't mind how it was arranged, as far as I get to stay upstairs. The room upstairs was bigger than the one downstairs.I took off my clothes before throwing them to the ground, I headed straight to the bathroom and dipped myself in the bathtub full of water. As I lay calmly inside the bathtu
Davis's POVI sat down at the back of the SUV as I made my way to DDS company. With my eyes closed, I rested my bed backward against the chair rest. My thoughts were clouded with Grace and what happened last night. I knew she must be wondering why I didn't push further after she had given me the go-ahead, but I just couldn't. Not when I know what her desire was. I didn't want her regretting any fucking thing.She is my girl and I know what she wants. I won't let her be uncomfortable. The look on her face when she finally saw the video that I had indeed won was enough to know that she didn't want sex before marriage.I raked my hand through my hair before pulling out a box of cigarettes. Taking out one stick from it, I lit it while it was between my teeth. My mind wasn't even on the meeting I was going to but instead the lady back at home. I had gone to Grace's room to speak to her about it, but I was shocked to see her sleeping in the bathtub. If I had not seen her go upstairs, I wo