Regrets

Davis's POV

Fuck!

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