A jerk.
Darius'POV
When we finally reached the house, Sam wheeled me inside.
The first person to spot me was Kimberly— My cousin and Sam's mate. She froze in the living room with widened eyes. "Darius? On a wheelchair? How did this happen?"
Before I could answer, my mother spoke. "It's a long story. He went to Adiba Street concerning the Patriarch and one of his men ambushed him somehow."
Kimberly's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes darting from my mother to me.
"You're badly injured, Darius. The last time I saw you this injured was when you fought with one of the Patriarch's men. I truly don't want anything to happen to you."
I hated how this whole thing made it seem like I was weak.
"I'm fine," I muttered.
"Soraya" My mother called. "Please take him upstairs"
