Mostly because at one time he’d been the big fish. But that had ended with the Baddricks. It had taken a few years before he’d believed that he truly belonged with them, but they became his brothers. And even if he hadn’t been as careful with other people as he should have been, he’d always fought for the Baddricks and protected them when they needed it.

But it had been a long, long time since anyone had needed him like that. Until Zion and Nathalie.

“What kind of job?” There was a piece of rice on Zion’s shirt, which Darius flicked onto the bar top.

He’d come by the idea...