Raymond's POVStanley and I stepped down from the car, staring towards the place we were about to enter, Marcus's location.According to the detective, Marcus doesn't leave the particular bar. He drinks there and gambles there. The only place he is found is in that particular bar. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Stanley asked me as we walked into the small bar. “Hm,” I replied with a nod. When we stepped in, I regretted not asking my men to do this. The place was stuffy, noisy, and smelly. I tried not to puke, as for Stanley, he was already so upset we had to do this. My eyes scanned the place for Marcus, he had to be somewhere around. Even standing in one spot wasn't a good idea, as the smell of alcohol only got worse. We made our way to the bar attendant“Two glasses,” I said, and he got to work. Even as he poured the beer, I could see very well that this place was meant for only the poor people. Luckily for me, my eyes caught sight of the man, Marcus. I signaled Stanl
Davis's POVThe news about Lord Charles's death spread like wildfire all over the city. There were different versions about what happened to him, as some were trying to hide the truth. I didn't know why they were hiding it, I didn't care if the whole of New York knew that I was the one who killed him.Some News had mentioned that the new Don had a hand in it, while others claimed Lord Charles had shot himself. Vincent and I sat in my office watching the news when he shook his head, turning to me, he said, “Let's go”“Where to?” I asked with squinted eyes. He had already rooted out a gun from under the table before us. “The next name on the list,” he replied. It was only two days since we killed Lord Charles, we were already going for the next person. “Don't look at me that way” he said to me, “We were supposed to strike their names immediately it given to us. I only remained quiet because you went to visit Mr. Chao. Today, I'm erasing them from the surface of the earth” I stood u
Raymond's POVI made my way into the elevator, ready for my first meeting with my fucking father. He must have had the best night of his life. I am not sure if he had ever slept in an expensive hotel like this in his entire life. The guards standing to watch the door bowed to me the minute they saw me. I ignored them as always before stepping into the house. Even though I knew Marcus would leave, I still placed some guards to watch the door, as I didn't want to take any risk. Margaret just happened to be fucking lucky. Getting into the house, there was no one in the living room. Where was he? Don't tell me…I made my way to the room only to find the man still sleeping, it was 11 am already. Beside his bed were bottles of expensive wine that he must have ordered at night. My eyes moved from the ground back to the idiot. I hate him. “Marcus,” I called. He didn't move. “Marcus!” I called again, but he still didn't move. I saw, I'll kill him if I get to wake him up myself.There was
Grace's POV"Tell me the truth, Davis. Are you seeing another woman?!?" I asked the man in front of me. His body stiffened, his eyes staring back at mine, shocked that I had the audacity to ask him that. He thought I wouldn't. Fine, I had been under the weather for a few days but I am all better now. I would definitely not allow another woman to come in between Davis and I. "Where did you get such an idea from Grace?" He asked and I glared at him. "Don't fucking think I don't know. You get up every morning leaving the house only to come back very late at night. When you do, you don't touch me. If I try to touch you, you ignore me telling me you're tired. Tell me, Davis, who is the lady you're seeing?" Davis's fingers massaged the bridge of his nose before he sighed with closed eyes. I hated that he was making me feel this way. I didn't want to suspect him but earlier, he had ordered me not to touch him when he stepped into the room. He only came to hug now after taking his bath a
Davis's POV“Then do it” Grace spoke softly with her hand caressing my cheeks. She didn't know what she was doing. Here I am trying to be a good husband and giving her the space she needs till she gives birth, but Grace was being stubborn like she used to always be. “I want you, Davis” She kissed my chin before raising herself on her toes and taking my lower lip into her mouth gently. I closed my eyes, she was tempting me and I didn't know how long I could hold on. I swear, I fucking wanted her. The kiss was slow and sweet, yet seductive. She was calling me in, she was fucking seducing me into fucking her tonight. And I wasn't good at overcoming temptations like this, definitely not when Grace was involved. I would fall, I cannot resist her. My heartbeat increased, and my hands reached to her waist to gently pull her away from me, but I found my hands wrapping themselves around her waist instead.“Grace…” I moaned in between the kisses. I was going to complain, not moan. Her soft
Grace's POVI smiled as I watched Davis sleeping beside me with his head on my chest. I had insisted that I wanted to cuddle, call me childish, but I did not care. I love him and I wanted to have him around me always. He had been busy, and although he doesn't tell me where he goes or what he does, I already knew he was behind the killings all over the news. Adrianna had said it was because they had tried to kill him first. I don't know if it was because I had seen Davis almost killed that my heart had become this solid, but I didn't care who he killed as long as he didn't get hurt. According to what Adrianna said, or I had forced her to speak out, those were the men who had cooperated with Raymond to get Davis almost killed. They deserve what they are getting. Davis wasn't going to tell me, he was keeping it from me because I had made him promise that he wouldn't kill anymore. But I have come to realize that in this world, one has to kill for power, for survival also. In the same
Raymond's POVThe days go by, and I wonder why the man still hasn't brought his daughter to me. Who said I needed anything to do with him? The person I am so much interested in is Grace. I don't care about him. I looked at my phone, he hadn't called, nor had he informed any of my guards to reach me for any information. “What's Marcus still doing?” I called to ask the men who stood as guards to Marcus.“It seems the daughter is refusing to pay her father a visit or even talk to her. He has tried to call her to visit her, but she didn't pick up” “Hm…” Was Marcus also a useless thing that I could not make use of? To get his daughter to me, he is still finding it hard to do so. “Go and give him that box of money. Call me when you give it to him” I said to my men before hanging up.Marcus would do anything for money, all I need to do now is show him some. The figure isn't playing well in his head, if he sees the money, he won't have any other choice than to do what he has to do to bri
Grace's POV"What's wrong baby?" Davis asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I've been spacing out lately since I got the message from my father. I didn't tell Davis about it since it was irrelevant but I am still disturbed about it. Should I or should I not tell him?I sighed before gesturing for him to come and sit beside me by patting the chair. He graciously walked over to where I was before he pulled me up, he sat down then made me sit on his thighs. I smiled sweetly at him before asking, "You're being so sweet" "I'm always sweet," he replied, kissing the nape of my neck. I tilted my head to the side giving him access to do more as I sighed. "You've been spacing out lately" he kissed my collarbone and my toes curled. "Are you okay?" He continued and I shook my head with my eyes closed "Tell your husband what's wrong" his voice as calm as an undisturbed water spoke to me. I bit my lower lips before murmuring, "You don't expect me to reason well with your tongue and lip