Tricia POV

Weeks passed, and I loved my husband more. Morgan has proven to be the best man I could ever wish for.

He was still away from his duty, but behaved in a friendly manner.

"When do you hope to return to your life?" I asked.

Morgan only smiled, not responding to me. I walked to him and leaned in.

"I want to quit," Morgan said.

"Quit?" I asked.

Does he want to quit being a mafia?

"But, why?" I asked. "You aren't old."

He leaned back and stretched his hand to me.

"Come ...