The Bargain

DARIUS POV

Darius stared out the car window, hands folded under his jaw, as he imagined the entire activity that was about to occur in his head.

Along with his security entourage, they were all going to the slave handler's place with the money that’d been requested.

Rocky, as usual, was seated beside him as the car drove them to the large field where Madeline had taken him that day.

This was the first step in their plan, and Darius smiled darkly, his eyes dimming as he thought about what he would do to those men when he finished.

Every single one of them was going to face his deadly wrath.

For believing Delilah and laying their hands on his mate—a woman he’d half-marked and staked his claim on.

Damn! Darius's chest tightened as he thought about Brielle and what she must have gone through.

She must have been groped, and someone must have fucked her or...

"Damn it!” He almost yelled as he stretched his hands and cracked his knuckles.

He could feel Rocky's gaze on him, but he couldn't a