Davis' P.O.V. After today there's no way Lisa will be leaving my side ever again. I won't lose her, not the same way I lost Grace. I didn't want to show her this dark side of me, but it was impossible to hold it back after what I'd seen when I came in. She was hurt, and he was about to attack her again. I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her. He wanted her body and there was no way in hell I would ever let him have it. He'll learn today to associate looking at her with absolute pain. I just hope Lisa doesn't leave me after she sees this dark side of me. Daniel was still trying to recoup from the pain that I am sure was seething in his back. I was trying to break his back, but I guess I didn't throw him hard enough, as his legs were still squirming on the ground. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt again, I lifted him up slightly, punching him right in the face a few times. He was hard to recognize now, with his nose and eye socket broken. It didn't feel like e
Lisa’s P.O.V. It was silent as Davis processed everything I had told him. Jared was sitting downstairs with Izzy on the couch, while Davis and I spoke in our room. He wanted to know every detail of what had happened and why Mandy and Dad weren’t there by the time he got there. I was still reeling with a million different emotions. Currently, I felt my anxiety at the surface the most. I wasn’t sure what Davis would say or do, but I knew he wouldn’t be happy. “Dammit, Lisa. That wasn’t a smart plan. I knew you were up to something, but I can’t believe you would do that. I told you Mandy would dig up things on your dad for you to use. Why did you go do something so dangerous?” “Because what she would find wouldn’t show how vile all these men are. The world needs to see what abusive jackasses they are and this was the only way,” I defended. I know it was a stupid plan, but it worked in the end. He held his hand out, and I stared at it confused as it hung in the air before me. “Giv
Izzy’s P.O.V. “Oh for fuck’s sake, give me the damn thin. I’ll do it,” I held my hand out for dad to hand me the box he was wrapping terribly. “I can do it, Izzy.” He pouted with his brow furrowed. He was doing that thing where he stuck his tongue out slightly at the corner as he focused. His large, powerful hands were not meant to wrap anything. The paper was so delicate it kept breaking, no matter how gentle he was trying to be. I shook my head at him, shoving him aside with my elbow so that I was standing face to face with the little black box. In this box laid Lisa’s ring, the one I helped him pick out. Dad was slowly coming back to life, and with it he was bring me back. Yeah the damage is done, and we’ve missed years together, but I have decided to move past it. I will give Dad a chance again. As I am getting older I am starting to understand his mistakes more and more. I can see why he didn’t want me around after mom died. I’ve seen that dark side he tries to bury deep in
Davis’ P.O.V. “Set it up right. I don’t care if it takes longer, it needs to be safe, not just put up,” I scolded one of my newer workers, who seemed to be skipping steps while setting up the rings. The last thing I need is one of my fighters getting hurt because the thing collapsed under them. Especially if that fighter is my Lisa. “Sorry, boss. I’ll train him right,” Gage promised, slapping the new worker on the head. I hired him at the behest of Gage. Apparently the guy was his nephew or something. He needed a job desperately, so I trusted Gage’s judgment, but perhaps I shouldn’t have. It is hard to draw a line with family, I have noticed. “She’s ready, Dad." Izzy came out of the back of the warehouse with a smug smirk on her face. For all intents and purposes, Izzy felt like Lisa was her pupil who she had coached well. She’s looking forward to this fight as much as Lisa and I are. I am glad to see my daughter approve of the love of my life, helping me pick out the ring and
Lisa's P.O.V. The media had been blowing up since I released the video of Daniel and Chris. Darnell's business took a big hit, plummeting in stocks quickly. Of course, there were still people that defended them, for whatever reason, saying they didn't know the whole story. Dad took a smaller hit than anticipated since the focus was more on Daniel and Chris, their attack being the worst. The news broadcasted them leaving the hospital with sunglasses and hats to try to hide their faces. They kept their heads bowed and continued to say no comment until they made it to their car. It made me feel good, knowing they were getting what they deserved. Sadly, it had dragged Jared's name through the mud as well. He was being shunned by his friends as well as the public. They would boo him at times. If I were ever around when it happened, I would defend him and tell them how he helped me on that day. Usually that shuts them up, but I'm not always with him. Davis decided to give him a bodyguard
Lisa’s P.O.V.“I’m curious what you packed in that bag of yours? What were your essentials?” I asked Jared as we walked around the department store. I offered to buy him clothes since because of me he had no money now. Well really, because of his dad, but I still feel partially guilty for it. “It’s kind of embarrassing,” he said, burying his hands deep in his pockets.“Come on, tell me. I’m not going to make fun of you for it,” I promised while gently nudging him with my elbow. Jared was beginning to feel like a little brother. “Fine, but you really can’t say anything about it.” “Promise.”“I packed my laptop, the only picture of mom I have, some underwear, because I refuse to wear dirty boxers, and my favorite book that I’ve read so much the binding is about to break.” I smirked at him, really getting a deeper look into the kind of person he was. There was nothing on that list that I would make fun of him for. Although, I did want to laugh at his underwear comment. I didn’t know m
Davis’ P.O.V.Frank uploaded everything we had on the judge and his son. He leaked it to the media, and the world was in a frenzy, calling for justice. It wasn’t long until they reopened the case, and the judge, along with his son, were brought in. Idris no longer had a judge in his pocket, and as such, was free to touch now. I’ll keep the stuff about his younger daughter as blackmail to keep him from opening his mouth when Lucius does what he does best. Putting Idris in jail is not enough, not after everything he’s done. He needs to feel the physical pain he’s caused his ex wife, Lucas, and Lisa. I’ll multiply that pain. “I sent you everything on Idris’ illegal activities. Wait until next week to have him arrested. Lucius and I have to do our thing first,” I spoke into the phone, having it pressed between my cheek and shoulder as I checked the set up of the rings to ensure they were safe. “You know, I still think it’s a bad plan. You shouldn’t be doing this Davis, just let the law
Lisa’s P.O.V.We started on the kitchen table, but that’s not where we ended. My hands were bound by a soft silk scarf of mine that Davis made into an impromptu bind. He was being creative, trying new things since I told him he could do what he wanted. I enjoyed seeing him think, seeing what some of his fantasies were. It helped that everything he had done so far had brought me immense pleasure. “Are you sure you’re okay for me to keep going?” Davis asked again. He’d gotten worried as we continued that I would be too sore, or that I was already hurting and not saying a word.“I promise I’m fine, more than fine. Please, Davis, keep going.”That’s all the permission he needed as he gripped my hips firmly with his large, rough hands. He penetrated me deeply in this position which allowed him deeper access than I thought possible. He pounded into me hard, making his balls hit my clit with each hard thrust. He had grabbed my hair again, pulling back on it so that I had to look up. It didn’
Lisa’s P.O.V. “Are you guys ready to see your baby?” The technician asked as I held Mandy’s with Davis’ hand in my other. Mandy was an angel and had agreed to be our surrogate. We inseminated her almost 2 months ago now and are finally going to see our baby for the first time. I didn’t think this would, but when Mandy called and told me she got the positive pregnancy test, I cried like a baby. It still astounds me how much my life has changed since Davis entered it. For once, I believe I can have a happy ending too, and it is only getting happier. “Very!” I smiled, squeezing Mandy’s hand in excitement. The technician squeezed the blue gel on Mandy’s lower abdomen, placing the ultrasound wand over her skin. She moved the wand around until the image of a small baby appeared, but as she moved it around more, I could swear I saw another. They told us there was a possibility that we could end up with more than one baby, but I never imagined we’d luck out like that. “Is that- Is it two?” I
Davis’ P.O.V. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.” I woke Lisa, brushing that long beautiful hair of hers back. We’d just gotten back from our week-long honeymoon, where we stayed in our room for almost the entire trip. We couldn’t seem to break apart long enough to enjoy a lot of the things in Hawaii, but I wouldn’t change how it went. “Good morning, my handsome husband.” It was no longer a Viking and his Warrior, no, it was now a husband and his wife. Although, the Viking and Warrior are still there, just hidden for a moment. “Do you think she’s awake?” Lisa asked about our princess. “Probably, she’s missed us, even though she had fun with Izzy.” I was surprised that Izzy offered to watch Calliope. At first Lisa’s mother was going to, but I couldn’t deny this sister bonding moment. Lisa’s mom watched Calliope while Izzy worked, but our princess was with her sister most of the time. “Then let’s go greet her.” Lisa beamed at me with that bright smile of hers. I kissed her tende
Lisa’s P.O.V. “You look so pretty, mommy,” Calliope flashed me those beautiful white teeth of hers. She was my flower girl, and would be walking in front of me as I made my way to my dream, to my Viking. Her sweet ruffled dress danced around her beautifully as she swayed before me. It was a light blush pink that looked so beautiful on her. I really think it’s her favorite color. “Thank you, but I think you look prettier.” Mom, Liv, and Calliope were all in the room with me getting ready. We had our hair and makeup done, all that was left to do was put the dress on. I never imagined I would be here, marrying a man like Davis, marrying Davis really. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get a man like him. One that loves so unconditionally, so protectively, so intensely. Yet here I stand ready to marry him, so ready, I may run down the aisle. **Song suggestion: Fall into me by Forest Blakk** The dress slid on my body like a glove, hugging my hips in its silky material.
Davis' P.O.V. "I swear to God if she's got the teacher on her side too, I'm setting this school on fire," Lisa said with a rage in her eyes as we approached the school's front doors. I loved seeing how protective she is of our daughter. Our daughter. I loved being able to say that. To know that Lisa and I now had a child together. Yes, it wasn’t the conventional way, but it was even better than that. If only this school could see our daughter for how amazing she is. Her teacher had called us this morning, asking us to come in and speak to her about Calliope. She wasn't specific about the why, just that it was important. She has concerns apparently, although about what she wouldn't say over the phone. "I'll bring the matches." Lisa smirked that wicked little smirk of hers as we entered the building. She's grown so strong and wild now. Her warrior was always out on the surface unless she was caring for Calliope. Now she has a beast that she unleashes whenever it comes to defending
Lisa's P.O.V. "I know she's been through a lot before she was placed with you, but we do not tolerate violence in this school. You need to have a serious talk with Calliope about her behavior. We can only be so understanding." It took everything in me not to yell at this woman before me. She called herself the headmistress, but I'll call her a warden with the way she treats the children. She doesn't deserve to hold the title of principle. "We'll talk to her, Mrs. Vinx. We appreciate your understanding, and will be taking her home for today. Thank you," Davis answered. Davis surprised me with the way he was calmly handling this. He stood, and I followed, seeing he was ready to leave even though Mrs. Vinx seemed anything but done. I followed him out of the office, seeing Calliope with tear-streaked cheeks on a small chair beside the door. "Let's go," Davis told her, walking right past her. She hurriedly followed, not taking my hand when I offered it. I don't know what Mrs. Vinx
Lisa's P.O.V. We have everything slowly going towards Calliope’s adoption. We were just waiting on the court date now. I don't understand why it's so damn hard to adopt a kid. Still, I'm trying not to complain, because I have a daughter now. She's mine, my sweet girl. "Calliope, are you ready to go?" I called up to her in her room. Calliope’s tastes in fashion have become more bold and girly. She's been coming out of her shell more and more, especially after opening up to us. She still sees her psychologist and therapist once a week, and she's doing brilliantly at school. "Ready, Mommy." She stood at the top of the stairs, a picture of utter perfection. She had on a sweet pink floral dress and her favorite pink shoes, that didn't really match the style of the dress. No way am I denying her favorite shoes. "Let's go buy me a wedding dress." I smiled at her, having her grab my hand when she was on the last step. She jumped with an excited smile. I have been having her help me
Lisa’s P.O.V. “He left it to you, Lisa.” Anthony had just shocked the hell out of me. Dad had left the business to me. After everything he had done and said, he left it to me. “So what do you want to do?” “Sell it. I’ll create my own business from the money. Whatever money is left anyway. I know with dad embezzling that we probably owe people money.” Dad can go fuck himself if he thinks I am going to keep this business. Did he think that I would fix it up and he would get out of jail and still have it to come back to? He was sorely mistaken. He’s even more mistaken if he thinks this fixes anything he’s done. This must have been what he meant when he said he hoped his actions would speak louder than his words. Only his actions were confusing, too. Did he do this because he really felt bad? Or because he wanted me to fix his business? Maybe it was because he still wanted to have some kind of hold on me. Whatever the case, I won’t fix the business that caused him to be this way. "
Davis’ P.O.V. Calliope watched me carefully as I made her bed. I had done this many times for Izzy when she was younger. It was something I was used to, even though I hadn’t done it in over a decade. This little girl seemed so scared of me, and all I wanted to do was offer her a hug. “All ready for you, princess.” I patted the bed for her, giving her my warmest smile, but it didn’t convince her in the slightest. “Let’s get you back in bed now.” Lisa guided her to bed, tucking her in as I stayed back so as not to frighten her further. Lisa took my hand as we left the room, but I heard Calliope whisper “thank you” to me before I was out of earshot. Progress. I got Lisa to go back to sleep, but sleep evaded me the rest of the night. So, I decided to make a breakfast of champions when 7 rolled around. I wanted Calliope to wake up to a big meal, one she could pick her favorites from. I made a large array of foods. Omelets, pancakes, waffles, even crepes, were made for her to choose
Calliope’s P.O.V. Mommy and Daddy have always told me I was a smart girl, too smart, they said. I knew they weren’t saying it to be nice. They would have liked it if I were stupid, so they could get away with more. My eyes were always watching what they were doing. I knew they were not doing good things, but they kept doing it, anyway. ‘You tell anyone about this and you’re dead, you hear me, Cali?’ Daddy would threaten me any time I saw him selling that funny white powder in a tiny baggie. I would just nod my head and keep quiet, because I learned long ago that saying anything would make Daddy hurt me. ‘She's just a little girl, Mateo. She won't say anything.’ Mommy would try to defend me, but the moment Daddy gave her a look, she would stop. Mommy didn’t want to get hit either, so she never fought hard for me. She would rather I get hit than her. It’s okay though, because I would rather Daddy hit me over her, too. When Daddy is done hitting me, Mommy takes extra good care of m