91. YOU WERE TOUCHING ME LIKE THIS

Darian couldn't take his eyes off his wife. She was curled up in the bed, sleeping peacefully with his hoodie wrapped around her body.

He smiled, ambling over to the bedside. He dropped the keys atop the cabinet and went into the bathroom to have a quick bath. He had to be at the casino that morning. A lot of ammunition was delivered the night before, and Gaius had suggested that they meet up in the casino later in the morning to distribute to each member of the Dawson family and also to sort out the ones they wanted to sell out to other mafia families.

"Good morning," he walked closer to her side of the bed, placing a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Lena moaned, rolling on the bed. "When did you get back?" She asked, carefully kneading her hand on her eyes.

"I just got back," he sat on the bed, looking at her as she stretched her arms. The hoodie she wore the night before was oversized, hiding her hands. She rolled the sleeves up and squinted her eyes as she stared at her husband. "Did you