Davis's POV I stared at the woman in front of me and even though my godfather has always told me never to lay my hand on a woman, I really wanted to rip the beating heart out of this bitch's chest. “Who the hell are you calling my child?!?” I thundered at her, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she quickly brought out a phone from her back pocket. She was working on it so fast, I wanted to pull it off her hand.“Your daughter, your daughter” she continued to murmur like a mad woman. Actually, she was no different from one right now. Her clothes were dirty, her hair messy, her face stained and covered in tears, and she was saying nonsense too. I don't know why the fuck I'm even standing here watching her when the torture was supposed to begin. I was about to grab the axe from the axe, but as I made a move, she grabbed me by the leg, pulling me back causing me to curse at her, “Don't go, don't go. I do not have time, I'll die if anything happens to my Helen” She pulled my leg, almost c
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