The competition

Davis's POV

A fucking swimming competition, I wonder how good my baby girl is in the pool that she wanted a swimming competition

It's been two days since the deal. According to Grace, she wants me to heal first before we go swimming.

I had intentionally gone to say a big thank you to Vincent and Adrianna that day for helping me out that day. I would have truly lost Grace. I wasn't fucking good at expressing myself, talking and trying to persuade her to stay, wasn't really my thing.

After that day, we had been cool. She didn't speak about what happened down in the torture room again, and neither did I ask why she had come there in the first place.

I had given up torturing and killing. Not after killing Bruce first, though. I wanted to please her, I was doing every fucking thing to please my babies.

“I hope you're ready?” She asked me as she walked towards me. I was already standing at the back of the mansion waiting for her.

“I've been ready since the day you challenged me to a sw