Isha
“Where is he?” I asked Ford, Dawson and Mic. They all wouldn’t look at me for some reason.
“He’s dealing with his guilt in his own way,” Dawson said.
“And what does that entail? I need to talk to him, to let him know that we are okay.”
“Yeah, well, Princess, Davis knows he f*cked up, and he needs to come to terms with it. He normally does that by beating the sh*t out of someone, or getting the sh*t beaten out of him,” Ford said.
I gasped, “What! Where is he? Mic tell me,” I said, looking at him with my biggest eyes.
“Sh*t baby girl, don’t look at me like that. I can’t deny you anything when you do that.”
I widened my eyes even more and even stuck my bottom lip out a little. Dawson and Ford snickered.
“F*ck. He’s at Bronson’s fight hall. He’s been there for the last tw
