23 Dark Secrets

Davis' P.O.V.

"Set it up correctly. 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 skip steps while setting up the rings. The last thing I needed was one of my fighters getting hurt because the thing collapsed under them. Especially if that fighter was 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. 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 was looking forward to this fight as much as Lisa and I were. I was glad to see my daughter approve of the love of my life, helping me pick the ring and everything. All that was left was to bring her dad down, and we would be set. She would release the video tonight after her fight with the help of Frank, who was supposed to show up soon.

"Thanks, Izzy."

I headed towards the back, to the room we had turned into the makeshift locker room. Lisa was sitting on an old bench that seemed to cave with the lightest of weights. Thinking unwise of me to sit on it, I stood before her. She was picking at the tape on her hands, fidgeting with obvious nerves.

It took her a moment, but eventually she looked up, letting me look into those blue eyes. They still haunt me, but completely differently. Gone were the eyes that looked tormented and scared. Before me now were the eyes of a woman who had been through hell and back, and didn't let it break her. These eyes held a fire to them, one that showed just how willing she was to fight for herself and the people she loved.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, knowing full well she was nervous as hell right now. Anyone's first fight in the ring was the scariest, the most exciting and nerve-wracking.

"Like I could throw up." She sighed, throwing her head back to look up at the ceiling for a second before bringing it back down to me. "How do I get myself to feel less nervous?"

"Want to know what Liv does? What I taught her?" She looked up at me eagerly, nodding her head with small excitement. "She shakes it out," I said, grabbing her hands and pulling her to stand.

Keeping her hands in my own, I shook her arms like those wacky, crazy inflatable guys outside a car sales lot. She smiled, letting me see the laugh that was building inside her. I kept doing it, shaking my shoulders and jumping before her.

"Come on now. It will not work if I'm the only one doing it." She laughed. God, I love that laugh.

"Is this really what she does?"

"Sure is, since the first fight she had in my ring. I found her chewing on her thumb in the makeshift locker room, much like this one. I stopped her before she chewed through her skin. She didn't like to shake it out at first, feeling stupid as she did it, but now she does it before every fight. Subtly jumping and shaking out her hands. Do it, Lisa. See for yourself."

With one last look at the door to make sure no one was coming, she shook her shoulders awkwardly before me. The more she shook, the more she loosened up. The looser she got, the less embarrassed she was. She let out a laugh as she shook her whole body crazily.

I couldn't wait to marry her.

"Alright, jitterbug, time to get out there. I have two rings set up right now and one of them has your name written on it. Let's go beat some ass."

She nodded with a new look of determination on her face. She was ready, more than ready. I smiled, watching her lead the way out. She looked strong from behind, ready to kick some ass. We passed by Izzy, but not before Lisa gave Izzy a fist bump. It was quick and casual and she didn't miss, even though she kept her gaze on the ring as she did it.

Izzy followed beside me, letting Lisa continue to lead the way. She made her way to the ring with a new girl Carter was vetting. Her name was Evette, and she had some previous experience fighting in small rings. In terms of experience, Evette should win this fight, but I got the feeling I was about to see something spectacular.

With a nod to Barret, he announced the names and the fights of each ring, except for ring three that was being finished up now. Damn Gage's nephew. I was going to have to fire that guy soon.

My focus stayed on Lisa, unable to look anywhere else the entire time she moved. She was light on her feet like Liv, but she wasn't twirling and dancing around the same way. No, Lisa was weaving in and out, up and down, side to side. She was like water, fluidly moving about. Evette continued to try to land a punch on her, but she had gotten so good at blocking and dodging, thanks to Izzy. Not a single hit made contact. Izzy howled beside me, pumping her fist in the air as she cheered Lisa on.

"Come on, Lisa. Don't hold back!" Izzy yelled at her, sounding mad, like she was offended that Lisa hadn't thrown a punch yet.

Lisa was focused, and probably tuning everything out, including our cheers. Something snapped in her head at that moment as she stopped being Lisa, and started being my warrior. Fluidly moving around her opponent, she began to attack. Much like a tsunami, she came out of nowhere. She attacked hard and fast in areas Evette was not expecting.

Lisa was smart about where she hit, making sure Evette couldn't block it. It took a little after that for Lisa to be announced the winner. It took her a moment to snap back to herself as she stared down at Evette for a second longer.

She was fierce.

"That's right! I taught her!" Izzy yelled, pointing at herself dramatically over her head. I rolled my eyes, but I was chuckling, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her towards the gate of the ring cage. Lisa stepped out first with a triumphant smile as she spotted us. Izzy was the first to hug her, surprisingly. Lisa was stunned at first, but then she wrapped her arms around Izzy and squeezed her tight.

"Thank you, Iz."

"That was all you!" They smiled at each other for a little while before Lisa's eyes met mine.

I was so damn proud of her.

"Congrats on your first win of many," I told her with a wide smile, which she reciprocated.

"Thanks."

"Alright it's ready. All you have to do is hit this button and it'll be posted all over the Internet," Frank gave a smug smirk as he looked at the computer screen, pleased with his work.

"Thank you so much!" Lisa practically screeched with excitement beside him.

Lisa was being too kind. Couldn't really blame her. She doesn't know how annoying Frank could be. All she knew was that he was here helping her.

I watched as she leaned over, reaching across Frank for the mouse. Frank's eyes wandered over her body for a moment, leaving me with a murderous feeling. Lisa clicked the button, posting the video of her dad hitting her and Daniel and Chris attacking her. We left out the end of what happened there. I can't wait to see how the comments read. There would be a plummet in their stocks, especially the Darnell's, who had a women's clothing line. It was one of their best-selling lines, too.

Lisa turned to look at me with a wide smile. She felt great about what she'd done. I was sure knowing she was bringing them down in a way made her feel happy. Deciding that Frank should know exactly what Lisa means to me, I leaned down and captured those beautiful lips of her in a hungry, passionate kiss.

A kiss that would leave anyone watching turned the fuck on. As I pulled away from those delicious lips of her, I noticed the hunger that now hid behind her eyes. Without looking at Frank, who I was sure was stunned at the moment, I spoke to him.

"You can go now, Frank. I'll call you if I need you again."

"Yeah, I see where this is going," he retired, sounding annoyed.

She was mine, Frank. All mine.

I heard the door close behind him, letting me know I could take Lisa however I wanted now. She seemed to feel the same way as she didn't protest when I picked her up and placed her on the very desk Frank had been working on. I pushed everything aside, letting it crash on the ground, deciding I'd pick it up later.

Lisa wrapped her legs around my torso, pulling me close to her. She was leveled with my hips, making this the perfect desk for fucking. Just a few more days until we take down her dad and I ask her to marry me.

"I'm going to fuck you right here, Lisa. I hope you're ready."

She bit her lip at my promise, seeming just as hungry as me. Her hands grabbed at the sides of my neck, just below my ears, as she pulled me towards her face.

"Fuck me good, Davis," she whispered against my lips.

This woman was everything, and in a few days I was going to ask her to marry me.

We kissed for a while, unable to part our lips to even breathe. Sadly, she was wearing a t-shirt, not her usual spaghetti strapped cami, so we had to break our kiss to take her shirt off. I let my lips reacquaint themselves with her soft skin as I kissed her chest all around, working my way to her breasts. My hands slid to the clasp on her bra, undoing it as I kissed around her boob. Her breasts bounced when I removed them from their caged confine.

With lust filled eyes, I grabbed her round mounds, squeezing them for good measure. I held one up towards my mouth, sucking on her nipple hard. Her breaths became heavy with pleasure as a moan escaped those perfect lips. She arched her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth as she did. Her hand was tangled in my head and she pushed me against her further.

She was hungry for more. I alternated between her breasts for a few minutes. Playing with one with my hand, while the other was sucked into my mouth. When I was sure that she was dripping wet, I laid her back against the desk, sliding her pants and underwear off at once.

My hands traveled up her warm thighs to her glistening center. I spread her legs gently and slowly, allowing me a better view of the part of her that drove me mad. I feasted away at her, sucking at her clit at times, making her almost scream when my teeth would graze at it. Her hips swayed against my mouth as her breathing quickened.

She was desperate to find something to grip as her hands fisted and moved around a lot beside her. Finally settling for grabbing the top edge and side edge of the desk. I continued to lick, suck and poke her with my tongue until she reached her orgasm with a beautiful sound and quivering lips. I licked and licked, loving the taste of her against my tongue.

She was already spent, but I wasn't done with her yet. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to the edge of the desk. I pulled my pants down enough to allow my erection to bounce out of my pants. The knot on the head of my dick pressed against her entrance, making her shake for a moment.

I slid inside her warmth slowly, relishing in the feel of her. There was nothing better than being deep inside Lisa. When I was all the way in, I stayed there a moment, not moving. She opened her eyes, wondering what I was doing.

"I hope you know that even after I marry you, even after years and years of marriage, I am still going to love the feeling of being deep inside you."

Her eyes widened at my proclamation, but I didn't let her say a word in response as I pounded into her. Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust, making her scream my name as I toyed with her clit, using my fingers.

She was like clay, ready to mold beneath me. I held her hips tightly, allowing me to slam into her harder. Her moans and screams only encouraged me further. The slap of our skin was loud, echoing throughout the empty office. It gave me an idea, a dark terrible idea, but one that made my dick pulse.

I would fuck her on her dad's desk after he was gone.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!" She yelled as her walls tightened around my shaft in another orgasm.

The tight feeling had me ready to burst inside her. With a few more thrusts, I spurted everything I had deep inside her. I didn't remove myself from her, staying in my favorite spot for a few minutes more. I leaned over her, resting my hands on either side of her body. She looked up at me with a shining joy in her eyes.

"Lord have mercy, Davis. The way you fuck me, it's like nothing else on this planet. I'll never grow tired of the way you bring me immense pleasure."

She reached up, tenderly caressing my face. I kissed her sweetly, feeling her smile as I did.

I was ready to bring her dad down.

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 entire story.

Dad took a smaller hit than expected 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 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 and the public, even booing him at times. If I was 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 was not always with him. Davis gave him a bodyguard for the time being, since he was receiving death threats. Through it all, Jared never once complained. In fact, he was happy that his brother and father were being brought to justice, even if it hurt his image, too. He said it was well worth it with a smile on his face. I couldn't believe he was related to them.

He was a good kid.

"Ready to go?" Davis asked me from the doorway of our bedroom as I finished brushing my hair.

"Yeah, let me get my shoes on."

We were heading to meet Mandy at Carter's house. She had been digging up dirt on Dad and she had found a few things for us and sent them throughout the week. However, for whatever reason she wanted to meet with us this time. She said what she had found she didn't want to say over the phone. I wouldn't lie. It frightened me. What had Dad done that was so bad?

Lucas was supposed to come, but he stayed home as Liv had thrown up. She still hadn't told him about her cancer and he was growing impatient. He didn't understand why she hadn't said a word yet. It made little sense, and we were all wondering what she was waiting for? Was she secretly starting treatment, telling no one, because she didn't want to bother us? Or was she just being delusional and trying to pretend she didn't have cancer?

"What do you think she found?" I asked Davis as I hopped on the back of his bike. I loved riding on a motorcycle with him, but I liked it better when I was driving, though.

"No idea, but it can't be good."

With that the motor came to life, muffling out all other sounds. I sat quietly, holding onto Davis tightly as he drove us through the city streets to Mandy's loft in New York City. It took about twenty minutes for us to reach her place, pulling up to the enormous building that looked so much like the others that it was easy to mistake. My ears rang for a minute, even after Davis had turned the bike off.

Davis held his hand out to me, looking ahead at the building before us. He seemed determined, unwavering in his need to bring my father down. I took his hand without a thought, letting him walk us inside and towards the elevator. Something was gnawing away at me, but I couldn't place it.

It was like this feeling of dread and I wasn't sure what caused it. Perhaps it was not knowing what was worrying me. Maybe it was all the secrecy around whatever Mandy found. Either way, I was really not liking it. The elevator doors opened too soon for my liking, letting us out on Mandy's floor. Mandy was the one to greet us at the door. She looked down the hall as if to check if we'd been followed.

What the hell was going on?

"Come on in, hurry," she whispered to us, rushing us inside.

"What's with all the cloak and dagger stuff?" Davis asked her, seeming a bit annoyed with it all.

"Let me start out by apologizing, Lisa. I know you were depending on me to be there when you went to Daniel's house. I got caught up in what I am about to tell you, and was running late. By the time I got there your father was leaving, asking me to come with him. I tried to think of an excuse to stay, to come in and help, but he wasn't having it. I texted Davis in the car when your father wasn't looking as he asked me to ride with him since I had taken a cab. Can't exactly dig up dirt on other people driving your own car. What I want to tell you guys isn't about Idris, exactly."

I was glad to hear that Mandy hadn't just flaked out on me. This entire time I had been wondering why she hadn't shown, and Davis was upset about it as well.

"I never got the text, but thankfully Jared called me." Davis explained.

"Thank you for telling me, Mandy. I understand you couldn't blow your cover. Please tell us what you found out."

"You remember how you asked me to find what Idris had on the judge?" Davis nodded, allowing her to continue. "Well, I found it and it's bad." Her head waved from side to side as if trying to shake the memory from her mind.

"Don't make me wait any longer, Mandy. Spit it out already."

"It turned out the judge has a son, and not a good one. The son was out partying on some yacht with rich friends from his boarding school. A girl died on this trip. According to the police report, what happened was an accident. According to the video Idris had, it's anything but. They tortured that girl, did unspeakable things that resulted in her death. The judge paid off the coroner and they cremated the body before the parents could see it, blaming it on some paperwork mistake. None of the boys or the judge's son were punished. They got away with murder, and that's what Idris was holding over him."

I shuddered, understanding why Mandy was being so secretive. It sounded like something out of a horror movie. My stomach churned, curdling the food I'd just eaten. My mind came up with the most horrific images, thinking of what Mandy just told us.

"Do you have the video?" Davis asked, swallowing down whatever anger was plaguing him at the news. I was sure he thought of what happened to Grace. Probably even imagined what he would have done if it was Izzy that had been on that boat.

"Yeah, I got it. Who do you think you're talking to?" Mandy asked, digging through her desk drawer. She tossed a USB drive to Davis, who caught it with one hand easily.

"No offense meant, Mandy."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Get justice for the girl, of course. I'm giving it to Derek. He'll get it to the right people. That guy won't be a judge for much longer. Now tell me the dark secret you got on Idris. I know there's more," Davis said, surprising me, as I thought this was the only news.

I had stayed silent this whole time, just watching and observing. My mind was still reeling from the story of the judge's son, unsure of how people could get away with such monstrosities. Mandy came around her desk with a sigh as she plopped onto her small leather couch.

"There's a few things actually," she eyed me as she spoke, pressing the side of her finger over her lips horizontally as she held her chin. "Are you sure you really want to hear this? It's a bit dark."

"I'm sure," I said, but in reality I wasn't. There's a deep-seated need to take down my father and finally be free of him. The problem is, I wasn't sure I really wanted to know what evils he had hidden behind closed doors. I still couldn't believe he was fucking the maid.

"Alright, so let's start with the affairs. He had two affairs while married to your mother. One was with your maid and the other with his secretary at the time. The secretary got too attached and your father had her resign and kicked out. The maid, well, you may want to sit for this." I felt scared as she waved to the large love seat to the left of her.

What was she about to tell me I have to sit for?

"Tell me what you remember about your maid leaving? Was it abrupt? Did she quit or get fired?"

I thought back to it, remembering her sweet smile and youthful face. She was beautiful and kind, and I was sure Dad was taking advantage of her. Still, her image was forever ruined, knowing she was sleeping with Dad under Mom's nose.

"She said she had to go back home and take care of her mom. Dad offered to get a nurse for her, but she was insistent that she had to go."

"Sounds about right." Mandy sat back, looking exceedingly tired. "She got pregnant by your father and ran away to hide it. Your father has a whole file of pictures of the maid and a young girl. You have a half-sister, Lisa."

I think my mind forgot how to work.

The news shocked me to my core. I couldn't speak as all the words had left me. My mind scrambled, trying to figure out what I should do with this news. Was I supposed to reach out to them? Do I meet her? Would she even know about us? Our maid did the right thing by running away. She'd seen how dad treated us all, and she did what was needed to keep her child safe. Good on her.

"Your father hasn't made contact. He sends money to them anonymously. Now that we got the shocking news out, let's move on to the illegal stuff."

At this point, I should ask what Dad hasn't done?

"One, he's embezzled money from the company many times throughout the years. Two, he helps launder money through the company for a cut for a man named Giovanni. He is the head of one of the larger mobs here. Three, he visits an illegal sex house every Friday night. He gambles and then ends the night with a woman of his choosing. Lisa, your father is a vile man, and I don't understand how he has avoided the law for so long. It's insane!"

"Did you get the evidence for all of it?" Davis asked, because again I found myself unable to speak.

I knew Dad was an evil man, but I guess I never knew the depths of it. He was vile, cruel, abusive, and selfish. My head was spinning with the news, making me feel like I could hurl at any moment. It wasn't until Davis took my hand that I came to my senses. His touch alone could drive away my panic, my fear, my darkness. I looked up at him appreciatively as he caressed my hand with his thumb.

"Of course. It's on the same drive. I say give it to Derek and Frank and let them do what they do best."

"Thanks for this, Mandy. You should put in your notice tomorrow," Davis told her, letting me know our plans were moving up.

Your time is up, Dad.