Darius' POV
“The bastard poisoned himself.” Dante sighed, running a hand through his hair.
I clenched my teeth and walked toward the man who’d stopped convulsing. Froth clung to his lips, his body unmoving. I kicked him hard. “Hey!”
“Darius,” Omarion placed his hand on my shoulder. “He’s dead.”
I glared down at the...