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 maltreating her.
What the f**k?
He couldn't see beyond his rage, the world around him blurring into black-and-white static.
She'd only been there a few days, and they'd already sold her...
'She is a valuable commodity, and most men know who you are. It's like a trophy for them, and everyone would want a
