Darius’s POV

My jawline fisted as I stared down at Rachel, her orbs filled with tears. Before I could make a move, she brushed past me and ran off.

My blood boiled as I walked in.

I needed to draw a line between my nephew and my family… Whatever they had with Rachel was in the past, and now she was his.

And he wasn’t going to let Andrew mess with his wife.

"Andrew, we need to talk," I said, my voice low but authoritative. I slipped my hands into the pocket of my ...