All Chapters of NEVER KNEW HE WAS A MAFIA : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Tricia POV Done eating, I walked out and sat beside Morgan who still had his eyes fixed on the TV screen. I laid my head on his back. He raised his hands up and moved me close to himself, allowing me to lean on his chest. "Can we watch football?" Theresa asked. It was obvious that she got tired of the news they'd been listening to for an hour. Morgan cleared his throat and looked at me. "Do you want that?" He asked me, and I nodded. "All yours," he said, looking at Theresa. Theresa tuned in to a sports channel, but they weren't showing football. It was volleyball. We watched together as they played and it was fun. In the evening, before we ate Morgan reminded me of our walk. "Oh yes," I said. "Should we go now?" "If you want," he replied. "We should go now," I said. "It may be too late when we are done eating." Morgan nodded and held my hand. "I should get my gun," he said. It would be nice if we were to go out without Morgan taking his gun, but knowing who he is, I

Morgan POV A knock was heard on the door then a push. That was Theresa's style. She entered with Tricia, who placed her hand on my shoulder. "Can I take a sit beside you?" Tricia asked and I nodded. She walked over and sat. As usual, I drew her close to myself and saw everyone smiling. Tricia pointed her hand and I followed the direction. Drake was kissing Theresa. I blinked looking at Alonso, who also looked at Drake. Soon, we were all laughing and Drake's face flushed in embarrassment. "What do you have to say to them, boss?" Alonso asked. "Absolutely nothing," I said. It was good that Drake was still focused likewise Theresa. "Let's start planning their marriage after we are done with Alex's marriage," I said. They began to laugh and Theresa showed her shyness by burying her face on Drake's chest. "No one in the group should become a parent before his or her marriage," I said and Jack looked at me. "Drake has the right to be romantic with his girlfriend, but she must

Morgan POV I did as Tricia said and got a shirt for Max. I knew his current size so I did not need to worry. The next day, I walked to the group house after getting down from the car. I didn't tell them that I was coming, so they weren't expecting me. I knew Max was in the group house to celebrate his birthday. "Morgan!" They called as I stepped in. I looked at Max who had a joyful spirit. "Happy birthday, Max," I said. He was now twenty-nine years old. "Very good," Max said. "Got me some money?" With a smile, I told him that we were to focus on the party. "Party without a present is useless," he said. The music was stopped and they all focused their attention on me. "Don't mess up this party, Morgan," Maxwell said. Normally, I give my gifts immediately after I get into the house, but today is different. I had gotten something out of the ordinary for Max and would like to make it fun. "Wanna fight with me?" I asked Max and he threw his hand like someone defeated. "No

Morgan POV Four days looked like four years without Tricia, although I visited Tricia every day. Ethan enjoyed his mother's milk in the morning and afternoon, but in the evening, while we were home, I prepared it myself. I didn't allow anyone to assist me in preparing it. Sometimes, Theresa would stay watching me while I busied myself preparing the baby's milk. "How are you doing, now?" I asked Tricia, who was holding the baby. "Cool," she said. The doctor said that she would be discharged in some hours and we were happy. Tricia said about how she wished to have the baby in her hands. "Mr. Bliss, can you come out to sign a paper?" I heard and looked at Tricia. "I would be back," I said, giving her a peck. Baby Ethan's eyes glittered joyfully. I walked out and did the necessary signing, not without reading it. I had to stay alert at all times, though I trusted the hospital. "What about Theresa?" Tricia asked upon my coming in. "Home with the workers," I said. Few minutes l

Morgan POV A week passed slowly, and Ethan had started allowing people to carry him. My plans for our honeymoon had been finalized. "Ready?" Tricia asked. She was dressed in a fluffy gown. I remembered our last argument. We argued about a worker following us so as to take care of Ethan. Tricia disagreed saying that she didn't want anyone with us. "It won't be easy," she said. "But we should go on our honeymoon alone with Ethan Bliss." I rolled my eyes and told her to remember how a week-year-old Ethan proved to be stubborn. After much contemplation, I gave in to Tricia. Presently, we were dressed. "You should head out, I will come with Ethan," I said and she nodded. I looked around the room with a smile on my face. We will be going to Spain for our honeymoon. My reason for choosing Spain wasn't only for our honeymoon; I needed to see Bernard, to know how he was doing over there. I trust that he is doing a good work over there but he couldn't only take care of the place, h