Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
Lukas was winded by that hard kick to his stomach but he had survived much worse plus the adrenaline rush didn’t give him the time to register the pain. His jaw ticked and his blood pounded so hard that he didn’t hear anything else, not her protesting cries because all he wanted was to teach her a lesson.
What was so special about Rhea that got under his skin? He couldn’t tell except the primal need to claim her.
Lukas had been intimate with many women yet it was nothing compared to when he was with Rhea. She pushed him! She challenged him! She made his blood stir! And he had thought himself lucky as he brought her to ecstasy until she called that name. And then anger filled him, Elijah took what was supposed to be his.
Seeing he was undefeated, Rhea tried to launch another kick but he caught her legs and pushed them apart, wrapping it around his hips and she couldn’t do any damage to him – except maybe pull him flush to the molten heat through her panties.
Rhea must have realized that as well because she stopped fighting, her eyes narrowed as she took in the precarious position they were in.
Even while they were fighting, she didn’t fail to turn him on. Rhea was really wonderful, Lukas snorted inwardly.
Perhaps Victor was right, she was a witch that would entrance him till he was nothing but pudding in her hands and if he was smart enough, he should run.
But he didn’t.
Living off the edge has always been his thing and Rhea seems to provide more than enough of that.
This was a dangerous game and the both of them were dangling off the edge of a cliff, Rhea gulped when she felt his hard-on against her entrance that was sealed by her red underwear – that was hardly even protection. She could feel him.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she didn’t know whether releasing them would make their position worse. However, the guilt returned when an image of Elijah flashed in her head, and clarity returned with it.
This was all wrong.
How would she react if she saw Elijah with a woman in the same position she and Lukas were in right now. The jealousy that clawed at her chest was all the answer she needed. She couldn’t even stomach the thought of it nor would Elijah if he could see them right now.
“No, stop it!” She told Lukas when he leaned over her. She tried to push him away with her bound hands that were in front of her.
But Lukas growled warningly at her as if he didn’t like being interrupted just before his lips landed on her neck and he sucked on the spot between her shoulder and neck sending delicious shivers down her spine.
“Oh my… No,” Rhea tried not to relish the heavenly sensation. As much as she didn’t like Lukas, her body liked him, way too much. She had to stop this now before her brain got muddled with lust once again.
“Lukas, please stop this!” She begged him, her voice much louder and firmer but the man in question wasn’t listening, he was lost in his desires.
He obviously didn’t agree to her terms because he rubbed against her entrance at that moment and a throaty moan left Rhea’s mouth, her back arching off the bed.
Holy God, the feeling was exquisite and for a brief dark moment, Rhea began to wonder why she was even fighting him off in the first place. Lukas could give her what she wanted – what her body wanted – and she had a feeling it was going to be worth it.
With the demonstration from earlier, Lukas knew how to bring her to a euphoria so great she might forget her name, unlike Elijah…..
Elijah.
Rhea finally remembered the reason she was fighting. She was fighting because she knew he would be back for her and she wanted to be worthy of his return.
At once, Rhea announced, “I love him, Lukas. I love Elijah,”
And that was all it took for Lukas to get off her with a string of curses – some of the languages he muttered, unfamiliar to her.
With his violent profanities, he strode past the flooded room and banged the door so hard the room shook.
Even with his absence, Rhea didn’t move. She laid on the bed crying till his staff rushed in afterward to clear the mess she had created without bothering her – well, all aside Redhead who laid down beside her as if comforting her.
She missed Elijah.
Victor couldn’t stop pacing up and down his room. He told himself that Rhea’s well-being was none of his business and she deserved whatever came her way for pissing Lukas off yet he couldn’t help but care.
No, he didn’t care for Rhea, rather for Lukas who might lose his soul and turn out to be way worse than his father if he continued this way.
Lukas was better than his father but it didn’t erase the fact that he shared his bloodline that could easily turn him into a monster. And Rhea might be that final straw.
If Lukas couldn’t endure the girl’s tantrums and had her killed, what’s to say he wouldn’t become a tyrant.
Victor loved his cousin so much and that was one of the reasons he worked hard to be his consigliere when he had other careers – that was even crime-free – to choose from.
Not everyone in the Luciano family was in the underworld – more like active. In fact, Lukas ran other legit businesses which were all but a fa?ade to keep the law from looking into the source of their income.
Their great-grandfather Fergus
Luciano in search of greener pastures left his country with a determination to make a life for himself.
But then life doesn’t always go the way it’s planned and Fergus was plunged into the life of crime to survive. And in the darkness, he found his place.
…..
Tales had it that Fergus had been so skilled, and clever that he was able to pay off every single debt he owed his master in a few years and thus, was released. He paid for his freedom.
Now free, Fergus took up the same path as his master seeing that ordinary life didn’t fit him and there was no other thing he knew. Moreover, what better way to make money than being in a position of power.
So he started the Luciano Clan and the gang grew up to be so powerful that he became on par with his master. Both gangs were quite competitive and it became clear to everyone that a war would break out soon if nothing was done.
And that was when his master came up with an idea to stop the impending bloodbath – an alliance through marriage.
It wasn’t quite a difficult idea since his master had just a child and it was a daughter, Grace, that possessed as many deadly skills as her father. So what better man to hand his daughter over than the man he had once taken under his wings.
On the bright side, sparks already began to fly between Grace and Fergus before he had even thought of establishing his own gang.
So both parties were joined in union and their respective gangs were unified under one umbrella.
The Luciano Clan.
With their strength, they became quite unrivaled in the underworld, at least at that time. Because just like a unique ability that watered down with each generation passed, the strength of the Luciano clan withered as well, however, that doesn’t make them less deadly.
Unlike the newly formed gangs, the Luciano clan had history, positions, and influence most of them lacked – it was like a child staring up at the face of their ancestors.
Fergus gave birth to two sons, twins actually, Magnus – the eldest – and Mattia. However, it was quite unfortunate that the eldest son wanted nothing to do with his father’s sinful lifestyle and refused to be his heir.
Frustrated and angry – Fergus saw Magnus’ refusal of being his heir as a sign of rebellion. He was his father and deserved to be honored – so he disowned him. Banishing Magnus and his seed from inheriting a thing unless he returned to his senses and took up his place – Fergus was a traditionalist who took the firstborn role seriously.
But Magnus chose to live with his humble wife and their three children, Daniel – Lukas’s father and the eldest child; Carmine – Victor’s mother and only daughter; Albin – the youngest son.