DARIUS POV

The ride back home in the limousine was depressing and not as exciting as Darius had anticipated.

His hands neatly pleated at his sides, his fingers nervously tapping on his lap; he looked out the window as the cool breeze from inside found its way into the luxurious vehicle.

His gaze was ahead, soft music playing in the background, but his mind was elsewhere as he reflected on the horrific events at the auction ring.

The bloodbath that he had ordered after he had heard some ...