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
Grace's POVI stared at the ceiling as I lay there on the bed in a daze. I had woken up like an hour ago, but I refused to get up. Davis wasn't on the bed or anywhere in the room. Checking the time, I could see why. I woke up extremely late, and I know he has his business to deal with. I stared at the ceiling and wondered what I'd do today as I didn't want to just be lazy around today. I was already beginning to piss off the men in the house, especially Gideon and Max. Those two can literally choose to push a mountain from one end to another just to avoid me.They were both tired of me, Davis also. I am sure he was tired of me, but just cannot say it out loud. As for Helen, she was enjoying every bit of it. Actually, Davis was also enjoying it, as I have refused to let go of his dick forever. I don't know why I felt satisfied having him every now and then. I happen to be a horny pregnant woman. Thank God this didn't happen to me when I had Helen, what would I have done?Davis had fo
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
Davis's POVGideon, Vincent, and I made our way to Westfield. He has prepared his gang for a meeting, and I'll be meeting with them.I was with him when he made the call informing them that I'd be coming over to see them and have a discussion. They had all thought he was lying. Many of them had placed a bet saying that I was dead and Gideon was only playing a trick on them. I can't wait to see the shock on their faces. Well, it's all thanks to Grace that I'm alive, I was ready to give up back then when I saw who it was I was fighting against. For a moment there, I felt I had betrayed godfather Stone. I didn't, Raymond did. When we got to the neighborhood, there were men waiting for us. All dressed in black. When they saw me, they all laid down flat on the ground as they could not believe that indeed I was alive. “Get up,” I said to them, satisfied with how loyal they looked. When their boss, Gideon, was loyal, I didn't expect anything less. “Don, you're alive,” one of them said wi
Grace's POV“Hey,” I smiled as I walked into the kitchen. Adrianna was preparing lunch. “Hey, you should rest. Don said—”“I'm okay. Davis is worried about nothing” I cut her off. I was always lazing around because Don said this and Don said that. “But you're pregnant, Grace. Don said—” “Adrianna…” “Don said the pregnancy is a rare one and any slight mistake can lead to you losing the baby. We cannot afford to put yours and the baby's life at risk” I rolled my eyes. She was saying all this because I picked up the vegetables and wanted to get busy. What's wrong with standing in one spot and slicing vegetables?“Don't mind your Don. Adrianna, I was with Helen's pregnancy, and I did all I needed to do to make sure I earned money for myself and my child. In the rain and under the sun, I struggled, but I didn't lose the baby, so what makes you think we'll lose this one for just cutting vegetables, huh?” “Grace, you're just too stubborn,” Adrianna said to me as she gave up while I had
Davis's POV I stood at the airport waiting for Harry and his family. They had insisted they wanted to see Helen and Grace. Since I couldn't let Grace travel a far journey, Harry and Catherine decided to do us the honor. It was two weeks ago, we moved from Jack's penthouse. We made sure we went very far from the city. We were definitely in New York, but far from it. Yes, I want to take back my position as Don, but I needed to be careful, I wasn't living only for myself anymore. I've decided to wait until Grace delivers the baby. I don't want her to worry about me so much that it affects the baby. I try to give her all that she needs, including myself. But that doesn't mean we're not working.Jack had gone back home, I had to send Gideon back to his gang to keep them in hope and to prepare. The unexpected can happen anytime, and I'll be needing them. My people all over New York, when they heard that their Don was alive, had searched us down to where Gideon was, and I had asked him to
Grace's POV“Position your hand like this, Mummy” Helen said, a little bit pissed that I wasn't getting it right. It isn't my fault, what's easy for her and her father wasn't so easy for me.She has been teaching me how to use knives. I think she is just natural, taking after her father because how can a small child know how to do this so well when I can't. It seems unfair. “But I'm doing just that,” I replied. “You're not. If you are, there is no way you'll miss the target”“But I am” I whined, and she frowned before turning to Vincent who was sitting not too far from where we were. “Uncle Vincent, come and show mummy how to do it. She doesn't know how”. “Honey, you're doing it well. Your mom is not just good at those things. Rather she is good at treating those who get cut by it” he replied without taking the book he was reading from his face. Helen sighed while I frowned at him. He peeped and saw the frown on my face, he smirked, taking his eyes back to his book. “Mummy liste
Raymond's POVI hate the sight of that woman and at all cost, I'll get her to tell me where she hid the fucking girl. It's been years and she was being stubborn. Even to the extent that she risked the life of her own husband. Who does that?Margaret Jones, my fucking mother, I searched for after I left New York. After Godfather Stone made Davis Don instead of me. I was more than worthy to take over the position of Don. How dare he do that to me? I have been by his side even before he knew, the son of a bitch. Did he think I would cover? Sit and watch someone younger take over? Never!It was well planned, calming down to gather allies, power, weapons, and resources. Who dares stand in front of me? I didn't only wait for ten good years, I waited in the hope of one day ruling over New York, and I am here. A dream come true. But I will never let Margaret Jones destroy my plans. All I want is the fucking name of the fucking country she had sent Florida Jones to. The minute I find where s