NEVER KNEW HE WAS A MAFIA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Tricia POV I wondered the reason he took the picture, but before I could speak, Morgan clarified me, "We would be getting married next, that is in some days so this is our premarital picture." The last word he said made me think. Why do we need a premarital picture when we won't be having any other guests other than the young men here? "You do not need to worry," he said making me sigh. I decided to ask him what they were discussing before I arrived, but instead of answering, they all snubbed me, going their separate ways. A smile appeared on my face as I saw that even Morgan had left me. I fumbled with my fingers as I remained seated. They were annoying and all I wanted right now was to be alone. It would be better if I am alone with my husband. Happiness wore on me as I remembered we would be moving the next day. A man walked to the couch opposite me, and I tried to speak with him, but he snubbed me by pressing his phone. "What wrong have I done?" I inquired. "Is it because

Tricia POV I walked out of the kitchen to the living room and could see Morgan eating a snack. He stared at me, smiling, and when I asked him for the way he got the snack, I got a scornful response. "I would like to prepare something," I said while he kept smiling. "I got it from a vendor," he said when I didn't stop questioning him. I asked if he had gotten anything for me but his response was a scornful laugh. Morgan reminded me of the rules in the list. I didn't believe it was real. It was a form of torture. Morgan looked at a couch, and I took my seat, watching him as he ate. My stomach grumbled, but I kept my eyes on Morgan. Minutes later, he threw a snack at me and then got up. "I kept a drink in the little fridge over there." With that, he walked away. I stared at him as he left, thinking of the kind of man he was. Does he expect me to follow those stupid rules of his? Slowly, I walked to the small fridge and got the drink. It was my favorite. I haven't drunk it since

Morgan POV Later in the day, I sat on my bed deliberating on what next to do. A message dropped on my phone and it read, A YOLA. I could decrypt the code as that is what we always do whenever we were in a place that was not save for us. Decrypting it, I knew that there was danger. It was sent from a private number, and the word showed that we weren't saved. I called Bam Petty, a trusted disciple of mine who owns his business. Bam petty moved to Mexico last year but still obeys me. He never stopped discussing with me until I told him to, he needed to focus on his business and not me. I spoke to him for some minutes, then looked at a journal by my bedside. "I need to check on Tricia," I said with an evil grin. At least, I need to protect her from any external attack. "Tricia," I called knocking on the door. Tricia walked out of her room with a smile. I pretended to smile at her. "What is it?" She asked me. I stared at the pure beauty standing in front of me. What a pity, she

Morgan POV Waking this morning, gives me a new hope. I felt irritated remembering that I had someone living in my house but thinking about it made me smile. There was no need for me to worry. I have seen that she is obedient. Remembering my call with Amsterdam, I smiled. Our mission is set for today and we would need to be quick. The wealthy ones who oppress the poor have to be taken down. Amsterdam had taken care of the place for our welcome. My suitcase was ready, I just needed to get my bath. Done with my bath, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked nice in my dark shade. "Good morning," Tricia said placing a tray in my front. "Why is this damn thing hot?" I spur the tea out of my mouth, startling Tricia. "I just made it." She answered with a startled expression. "Get some ice!" I ordered. Minutes later, I stood in the living room with my suitcase. "Where are you going?" Tricia asked. With a smile on my face, I rolled my eyes and told her that I would be away for a

Morgan POV She looked at me with a troubled eyes. I can't accept a lady like Selena. "Boss, won't it be good for her to work with Amsterdam over here for three months to see her loyalty? She is married after all," It was Alonso's voice. A smile curled up my lip in agreement with what he said. I knew Amsterdam for being loyal. He is one person I trust after my brother, Bam Petty. My eyes flew to the guys, they were all remarkable. By ourselves, we couldn't recognize each other when our faces were covered. We wore the same type of shirt and the same type of jacket. The color of our trousers was black, we had the same style of haircut, the same color of dark glass on. We could only recognize ourselves through our voices and code. We also wore the same type of mask. I looked around and could see Amsterdam raise his hand up. "She will work three months with you," I said and he nodded. With that, I sent her off to fill in her information. We could detect if she fill the right t