I don't love her

Davis's POV

I groaned when I felt my head aching. I opened my eyes, everywhere was dark. I clenched my jaw when I tried to stand up from where I was sitting, only to notice that my hands were tied behind me.

“Fuck!” I cussed as I tried to think of what had brought me here.

****

Harry and I have found some news about the one who had poisoned the motherfucker's drink. We went to the hotel, where we were told that they had fired the worker who had done it, so we made our way to his house.

He wasn't there and was informed by some of his neighbors that he had gotten another job and was now working as a waiter for a party.

“Will you attend the party then?” Harry asked me and I shrugged,

“I don't have a choice. Although I didn't come to attend parties, I fucking didn't have a choice. I have to, then I'll set out back to New York” I said to him and he hummed,

“I wonder if Helen is the one you're eager to see and not Grace”

I let out a small chuckle as I explained,

“Grace is the mother o