Chapter 93

Darius' POV

"He's right. You should return me," Allison pleads, her voice trembling.

"Thank God she still has a conscience," Zain says aloud.

"Let her go, Zain. You're hurting her."

"No."

"Zain." My tone is sharp, a warning. My fists clench, ready to deliver a punch hard enough to dislocate his jaw.

Zain yanks her toward the entrance, and instinct takes over. I move, my pace quickening into a determined stride. The moment I catch up, I shove him—hard. He stumbles, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Allison nearly follows, but I catch her just in time, steadying her against me.

"What the fuck, Darius?!" Zain shouts, scrambling to his feet. He doesn't hesitate—his fist swings and lands a clean, solid punch against the side of my head.

It's been a while since my brother fought back. He must be furious. Fine. If he wants a standoff, he'll get one—one that ends with him in the ICU.