115.

David's POV.

I did something crazy tonight. I didn't only accept a dark side of me but I showed it. Not just to anyone but to Vera.

Before I left the ballroom, I played a crazy stunt.

In my haste, I rushed to one of the guards there, guns tucked firmly in their grip, and snatched them.

Yeah, two fucking revolvers I'd use to unleash hell on Peter.

I wasn't wrong when I thought the fucker would be Peter, because the moment I got there and saw the bastard that calls himself Vera's father, I unraveled all restraint binding me.

Fuck, he was lucky. So fucking lucky he got...