Darius’s pov
I got to my pack and went straight to my uncle’s office.
“You can’t go in, he is busy,” Justin said, and I ignored him and kept walking.
He stopped in front of me.
“I said you can’t go in, you have to go through me first,” he said, and I shrugged.
“Your wish is my command,” I pushed him out of my way.
I opened my uncle’s office doors and found him sitting there drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar.
“Seems like you are celebrating something,” I said, and he smirked.
“More like mourning, my men are dead, and my nephew is an i***t,” he said and looked at me.
“Why on earth did you send them to kill that poor boy?” I asked him.
“What poor boy?
The one who has both parents and a pack to his name? What poor boy?” he asked me.
“He is a child and you sent men after hi
