Searching for Marcus

Davis's POV

I stood there thinking about what Vincent said a while ago. I was on the balcony, I couldn't sleep nor could I think straight. I had finished a pack of cigarettes, and it didn't seem to help like it used to.

I thought of how Grace would be doing now. The worse thing was, I could not stop thinking of Raymond fucking my girl. No matter how I try not to think of that, I cannot help it. I just cannot stop my brain from going there, and it scared the shit out of me.

If that bastard touches my girl, I will kill him. Even though I was at home with Vincent, my men went out there in the city searching for her. I feel I should be out there with them searching, but Vincent keeps telling me that I would need my strength. There was nothing I was doing here, absolutely nothing.

“Davis, Jack wants to speak to you”

I rushed to get the phone from Vincent,

“Don,”

“What did you find?” I asked him immediately when the phone reached me.

“You might want to know the information I just cam