Who the hell sent you?

Davis's POV

Sitting in front of the man whose hands had been spread on the table, two of his fingers gone, I puffed the smoke out of my mouth.

“Pussy” I murmured a curse at him when I saw him cry like a little child when he saw the axe raised high ready to strike like the first two times.

I don't forgive those who steal, lie or betray me. I am twenty steps ahead, so there's nothing these fuckers would do behind my back that I wouldn't know about. I don't joke, I hate jokes, or else I'm the one telling it.

“Down”

The sharp axe immediately dropped down on his finger and another loud scream rang through the room we were at.

I dragged the cigarette in between my lips, only to puff it out on his face.

“No one fuck with me and lives,” I reminded the fucker before pulling out my phone and picking up the call.

“Vincent”

“Don, we have Grace Daniel” and my lips twist, how's that possible after how many years?

“You found her” I murmured under my breath as my eyes darkened. I've been waitin