POV: Darius
Morning light slipped through the curtains, pale gold and soft, brushing against Adriana’s skin as she slept curled into me. Like always, I had woken up early…but i had changed my morning routine. Mornings had now become the only time I allowed myself to be soft. To be selfish. To stay in bed longer than I should.
To just hold her.
My arm was wrapped around her waist, her head resting on my chest, her breathing slow and even. I stared at the ceiling for a second before my eyes shifted down to my right hand. My knuckles were almost healed—from the beating I had given those men a few nights ago. The skin had stopped splitting, the swelling had gone down.
Too bad they’d bruise again today.
Because today… I will be beating the s**t out of Victor Reed.
If it were up to me, I’
