You woke up, without Tom by your side. You were married, and you knew since he’s a mobster, he’s always on the streets from night toll morning.

You couldn’t fall back to sleep, so you went outside to light a cigarette, while he wasn’t there. But as you stepped on the balcony, you saw Tom, looking at the sunrise, his shirt off, and you could see all the scars on his muscular back, and the bruises and cuts over him

“Little girl?”

Tom spoke up, aware of your presence