Chapter 34 33

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.”

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