DARIUS POV

The alcohol Darius was gulping down his throat did nothing to alleviate the questions and thoughts racing through his mind.

Grumbling angrily as he took another swallow, the rough taste of the whiskey slammed down his throat, and it caused him to cough slightly.

Rocky stood alongside him, talking about the aftermath of the fight they had yesterday, and while he appeared to be listening, Darius knew his mind was elsewhere.

"What about the guard who was injured?" Darius suddenly ...