DARIUS POV

The ride back home was so calm, the atmosphere in the vehicle so tense and silent that even the slightest noise was loud enough for the two passengers in the back seat to hear.

Darius, on the other hand, hadn't gotten himself together since leaving the slave trade.

Worse still, the information he’d gotten had not improved his mood, and he was now fuming with rage.

Brielle had been sold, and she was most likely with one of those vile men who would be manhandling and ...