DARIUS POV
"Did you dispose of the b***h's body properly?" Darius inquired, and Rocky nodded in response.
"I'm at a loss for words. I still can't believe Delilah did this to me..." Darius mumbled angrily again, facing Rocky squarely and freezing in his steps for a few moments before continuing to pace around the room restlessly.
There was no rest for him, and tonight he was oddly confident that he would not sleep a wink.
Thank goodness for the alcohol, whiskey, and dull wine, which kept him awake through the night.
He wasn't a crack addict, but he might light up something tonight to relieve the excruciating pain and agony he was experiencing.
"Master, I believe you should rest tonight. It's late already, and you look exhausted. You haven't gotten much rest since returning from yo
