NEVER KNEW HE WAS A MAFIA

Tricia POV: I have been working all day in the house. Tears streamed down my face as I remembered that he was my brother. The cell phone rang, and I was about to pick it up. "Do not lay a finger on that phone," Alexander said barging out of the room. "Move away." I moved away with tears in my eyes, but still could see him look at me and I knew what it meant. Immediately, I walked to another room but not without spying on him. He fumbled his hands before picking up the phone. I could sense that he was nervous. After the call, he stared around and then picked up his personal phone. I stared although I didn't know what he was saying. All I knew was that he was scared. I left to continue what I was doing. "You daughter of a whore, come here," my brother called me. That was the way he normally called me since he knew that I wasn't birthed by his mother. I answered him politely as I had no one to stand for me. His girlfriend, who had always shown me her love, changed to me after

Tricia POV I stood by the window the next day, looking at what was going on. It was expected for me to come out, but Alex had told me to stay inside. He was angry when he told me that, and I wondered why. Picking up his phone, I could see him angrily yell at someone, he was angry and I knew it. I walked back to my bed, happy. Thankfully, Cherry had left for her house early this morning which meant I could have some breathing space. I remembered how she was while we were in high school, she loved me like no other, and stopped my brother whenever he wanted to attack me but as they say, people change. Cherry suddenly changed to me during her final year. She was no longer loving and caring towards me. Everything I did was useless to her, and she reported every one of my moves to my brother who had just begun college. Our parents died when I was in my third year of college, and this made me sad. Alex stopped my education after their death, but I was lucky to be granted scholarshi

Tricia POV I woke up feeling elated. My thoughts went to my husband who I will be seeing for the first time. "Great goodness, make everything right." I prayed. With a song in my mouth, I went to take my bath."Hello, yes he is coming today... I will know who that small businessman is." I heard my brother say while walking to prepare our morning meal. He was on a call. My eyes widened as I got to know that he was speaking about my supposed husband. I can't tell why, but I am shocked. What if he was selling me to his rival? I care less about it. Anyway, my life was just getting better or worse, but the fact is that very soon I will be out of this home. I have spent my 22 years living here with two years of hardship without my parents. I walked to the kitchen and began preparing what I needed to make for breakfast. My supposed husband would be here at any time, and this made my leg tremble. "Tricia!" I heard my name been called and looked back. Thankfully, it was Alex and not his

Tricia's POV Getting out of the house felt like freedom for me as I giggled. Morgan's face turned cold to me as he tightened his grip on me. "Morgan, I have difficulty breathing," I complained. "Like I care," he said as a jeep drove to us. He opened the back door and shoved me in before walking to the front, beside the driver. My heart ached as I saw him sit. I questioned myself if he was the same person who behaved caring to me. "Boss, is she the one?" I heard his driver ask, and he nodded, giving some caution to his driver. The jeep moved for a long, and I felt my heart aggravated. We've been on the road for two hours, yet the jeep didn't stop. This made me disturbed. "Morgan! Where are we heading?" I managed to ask. "My house," he said without looking back. The jeep drove through a gate and he stepped out of the car. "Come down," he said. Walking into the house, I expected to see a nice background but instead, I saw some young men looking at me. Two of them had cigaret

Tricia POV My eyes flew to the book on the couch, and I wondered what wrong my family had done to them. I prayed that my husband didn't want to torment me for their betrayal. Anyway, he's been kind to me ever since I got here. I heard a slight knock on the door and thought of the reason Morgan would knock on the door. Maybe... My thoughts were interrupted when the door was pushed open. It was one of Morgan's men. He smiled, looked at me, and walked to the book on the couch. "I hope you haven't seen this?" he asked holding it to his chest and turned before walking out. "You could have read this. Do not take it to heart." Without waiting any moment, he walked out. My eyes blinked as I thought of what he meant by DO NOT TAKE IT TO HEART. Anyway, it was none of my business, I sighed. "Tricia!" I heard my name as the door opened. It was Morgan. The way he was staring at me scared me. I didn't see love in his eyes, neither did I see hatred, and I wondered why he called me. I got up