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Davis's POVIn less than seven hours, we were already in the United Kingdom. My men and I were already on our way to the hotel room. I hope we get this done very soon and we can get the shit back to New York. "Jack, what's the situation?" I asked from the device in my ear, and he replied immediately, "Nothing. I think he is still inside the hotel room" I nodded because that's what I wanted to hear. The motherfucker should remain in there and he wouldn't know what hit him.As much as I want to ask him who the hell is behind all of these, who sent him, I know he won't be giving a lot of information so it's for the best that we just end him as fast as possible. We made our way in disguise into the hotel. One of my men paid for three rooms in the hotel so we all went only to come out when everything was clear. We made our way to room number 57, Jack had sent that earlier to make things easier and faster. Getting to the room number, we all had our guns with us but were well hidden. On

Grace's POV It's been six days and Davis is still not back. I didn't think there'd be a need to panic, but I couldn't help it, especially when Helen told me that Davis promised to come back before Sunday. It's Monday already, what the hell is taking him so long? I just hoped he is fine and not injured, harmed, or caught. Because of the fight we had, I didn't bother to ask him what he was going to do in London. But I know it's something relating to his business, and his business is always dark. Helen said she hasn't been able to reach Davis since he left for London. I've asked Vincent so many times and the man keeps saying Davis was fine.I'm really panicking, I don't want anything to happen to the father of my child, especially now that Helen loves him more than anything in this world. She has been down for days now. She's upset that Davis hasn't picked up her calls or called her back. And I know the love Davis has for Helen, he'll call no matter what. It's why I'm really scared.

Davis's POV I groaned when I felt my head aching. I opened my eyes, everywhere was dark. I clenched my jaw when I tried to stand up from where I was sitting, only to notice that my hands were tied behind me.“Fuck!” I cussed as I tried to think of what had brought me here. ****Harry and I have found some news about the one who had poisoned the motherfucker's drink. We went to the hotel, where we were told that they had fired the worker who had done it, so we made our way to his house. He wasn't there and was informed by some of his neighbors that he had gotten another job and was now working as a waiter for a party. “Will you attend the party then?” Harry asked me and I shrugged,“I don't have a choice. Although I didn't come to attend parties, I fucking didn't have a choice. I have to, then I'll set out back to New York” I said to him and he hummed,“I wonder if Helen is the one you're eager to see and not Grace” I let out a small chuckle as I explained, “Grace is the mother o

Davis's POV“What the fuck do you want?” I asked and he laughed like a maniac.“Let me tell you the truth since you are so gentle, and you're pleading to know. My name is Bruce, one of the loyal servants to my boss. My boss wants your position as the Don of New York. I can give you a chance” he paused and moved his mouth to my ear,“Step down, take your fucking child with you, and run away. Hide somewhere far, anywhere, just leave New York”. When he was done, he pulled away, only for me to burst into laughter. I laughed so hard that even when he was asking me to, I refused. He landed a heavy punch on my face. He threw another one over and over again. His men behind him were laughing as they watched him throw punches at me.When he was done, I was bleeding from my nose and my mouth. My mouth was full of blood. “You motherfucker!” I spat the blood at him, causing him to throw another hard punch at me.“You're just a foolish messenger” I didn't relent.“Tell your fucking boss that I'l

Grace's POVIt's been two days since the fight with Lydia. I can't help but keep looking at Adrianna. How can someone so small and tiny fight like that? I don't know if I should fear her or look at her in adoration. Sometimes, I wonder where she had gotten to learn those moves. That day, after Lydia was taken out, I rushed to get Ice for Adrianna's nose. Adrianna acted like it was nothing, she didn't cry, she was so strong. “Grace” I jolted up to look at her, “Hm, what? What?” I asked and she grinned, “What's up? You've been staring at me for quite a longtime now” “Really?” I asked like an idiot. She was on my mind, but I didn't mean to stare. “Huh… yeah. Can you tell me what you're thinking of and do not tell me it's Lydia again” “Huh….” I didn't want to say it was Lydia. Instead, what's on my mind is way deeper than any Lydia conversation. “Nah, it's okay” She cocked her head, “That means there's something. Don't worry, you can tell me” she said to me with a smile that I