Morgan POV

We left from there, and I took the ladies to a bar. They needed to relax before we headed home.

The waiter walked to Tricia and asked for her order.

"You should just bring two chicken laps, and rice with water for her," I said.

Tricia looked at me when the waiter left. She looked around us, then at me.

"You own this place?" She asked, and I shook my head.

"No, it's owner is Alonso," I said. "I'm not keen about owning a bar or club. They operate in silence."

Tricia's ...