Chapter 66. Darius To The Rescue

Darius POV

The vehicle entourage drove quickly into the enormous compound, and Darius, sitting in his jeep, drew his gaze out of the car to the windows, his eyes briefly scanning the building.

He saw some men standing there, armed with rifles, and then nothing.

This was also a slave trading house, and Darius knew that the outside would be sparsely populated with men, in contrast to how the inside would appear.

As the jeep came to a halt in front of the entrance, Darius didn’t even wait for his guards to open the car door; he did it himself.

Rocky also stepped out of the car, followed by the man who’d accompanied them from the field to this location—their guide per se.

“Let’s go inside, please.” The stout man mumbled, his hands outstretched, attempting to lead the way, but Darius remained motionless.

“Call the owner out here.” Darius said quickly, his face stoic. “I don’t want to enter this filthy place.”

Even though his voice wa