~Darius's POV~
"Darius, Darius, I don't think this is a good idea. You just got married." Theo pants after me, worry written all over his face as he rushes to keep up.
I'm already pissed.
One of the bodyguards, Ian, approaches, looking tense. "Sir—"
"Who is it?" I ask, brushing past him, my hand tightening around the gun in my grip.
"Sir, it's..."
I step out of the mansion to see a familiar dirty-blond man, haggard, bloodshot, obviously drunk holding a pistol and glaring at me. Three of my guards fan out around him, their guns trained on the intruder.
"You!" the man screams.
I hiss at the volume.
"You took my fiancée! You married her, you bastard! You can't just take her because you're powerful!" He points the gun at me.
I raise a brow, recognising him instantly. "Liam Holt. Of course." Frustration coils through me. I pinch the bridge of my nose and turn to Ian. "How the hell did he get in?"
"He shot the gate guards, sir," Ian says.
