In the early morning, Joey came to knock on the door. He was careful not to knock too hard, but Capone quickly got up upon hearing it. Sophia was still asleep.
He tucked her in; this girl was afraid of the cold and always burrowed into his arms at night.
"What's up?" he said, throwing on a shirt as he stepped outside. Joey was grinning, eyeing Capone's neck and chest.
Tsk tsk, this time it wasn't just bite marks; it was a hickey. The Diaz girl had learned to "plant strawberries" on the boss. It seemed like the boss was living well now—indeed, spring nights are short, and the emperor no longer rises early.
Joey intentionally peeked into the room, but Capone stopped him. "Don't wake her up!"
"Hey, boss, you're protecting her like this now! When you really get married, won't you just become a slave to your wife?"
"If you have too much free time, you can help me keep an eye on things in Taiwan. The business is just starting there!"