CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN

DARIUS' POV.

Throughout the night, I couldn't find a wink of sleep. Tossing and turning on the white sheets, the night faded away into morning. 

A turmoil of emotions tormented me. Anger, frustration, regret, longing for Hazel, and the murderous urge gnawing at my chest. I wanted to storm to her room, pick her up by the neck, and force her to lead me to where I kept Hazel, but I knew better.

I had to be smarter. 

Tiredness and despair bogged me down like a heavy luggage when I called Lincoln, the head of a group of men I'd put together for a different...