Chapter 59. Ghosts & Hallucinations

Darius POV

“Did you dispose of the bitch’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 your trip. We would certainly get Brielle back, but not in this condition.”

How could he fucking sleep when Brielle was being manhandled and mistreated by st