132. THREAT

Darian made sure all the members of the Dawson family were present before he proceeded with the reason he called a meeting for the second time that day. He could see the scowls on their faces as they stared at him, but he cared less about them or whatever they had in their minds.

"Why was this impromptu meeting summoned, Darian?" Gaius was the first to ask a question. He looked up to where Darian was seated on the throne chair and quirked his eyebrows.

"There is something important that I would like to tell you about." Darian cleared his throat. Trepidation threatened to eat up his mind, but he shook it off, he was far better than the fears. He was the Don and whatever he said was the right one. "I met with someone recently. Someone you all know." He got up and walked around the room, roaming from table to table.

"Who is that?" Judson asked when Darian halted his steps in front of him.

Darian chuckled. "You've never talked about my mother."

Gaius's bewildered look gave him away, he sh