Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
“We can torture Mimi then, Rhea can cry watching that and we can send the footage to Elijah,” Victor still had a lot of ideas on how to get back at Elijah.
Although he wasn’t close to the men who died, they were one of their own and the Luciano clan was good at protecting their people.
“Don’t you get it?” Lukas shook him as if that would bring back his senses, “We would go according to plans and I promise you the instant we get our hands on Elijah, you can pour down your rage on him,”
It took time for Victor to accept that suggestion, nonetheless, he was beneath Lukas in authority and had to obey.
“Fine. So what do we do now?” he asked.
“Sticking to the plans,” Lukas said as he picked up his phone and called Kenith.
The instant the call was answered, Lukas said, “Come and get her out of my sight,” hanging up before the man could even say a word.
After the call was done, Lukas met with the detective and gave instructions to keep the case under wraps. Even if it leaked, they knew how to handle it.
It was eight in the morning by the time they returned to the base and Lukas didn’t dare to go into his room knowing that Rhea was there. He didn’t know how to face her with the guilt in his heart.
Lukas was burdened by his sense of duty towards the gang and his urge to protect Rhea. His people died because of her, he shouldn’t care – and yes he didn’t care – but he couldn’t stand to watch her get hurt. Not while he had the power to stop it.
Even while he relayed the news to his soldiers, he didn’t dare to go into details of the accident and he saw the look of disappointment in Victor’s eyes. If not done that way, Lukas was sure that Rhea would be assassinated right under his nose.
Some of his men had been friends with the ones who died and they would surely want to avenge them, feasting on the weaker prey aka Rhea. So he had to get her out of here as soon as possible before they figured it out or Victor ran his mouth. His cousin was angry now.
Hence it came as a huge relief when he peered through the window later on and discovered that members of the Red Gang had arrived to take her.
Soon, she’d be far away from here and he wouldn’t have to worry about her ass anymore.
Lukas thought so until he heard her scream and his heart lurched. It took him everything not to run out of the office he locked himself in and rescue her.
“Lukas!”
“I need to speak to Lukas!”
He heard the desperation in her voice yet he hardened his heart. This was for her good, moreover, he warned her on time – it would come to this in the end.
Lukas never knew he would have such self-control to block out a girl’s cry. He always found crying and tantrums annoying, but with each scream from Rhea, it seemed to squeeze his heart, causing him pain.
Why was he feeling this way? Rhea’s fate was none of his business. They had an ill fate and it was his responsibility to put the needs of the clan above any other. He had sworn to protect it and one little redhead would not make him go against it.
Thus, Lukas made up his mind until she was dragged outside and he was staring out the window. Call it coincidence, but their eyes managed to meet from that distance and his heart skipped a beat.
Lukas watched as she fought furiously trying to reach him, his name never leaving from her mouth. Yet, he stood in his office, unmoving. He was doing the right thing.
However, his eyes widened when he saw one of them slap Rhea causing his fist to clench immediately. How dare they?!
But he didn’t do a thing, no, he couldn’t. Lukas stood watching as they overpowered and drugged Rhea yet she never stopped calling for him as if he was her messiah until she lost consciousness.
“It was the right thing to do,” Lukas kept on telling himself even when he felt a lump in his throat and a hollow feeling in his chest.
He felt empty.
Become A Cannibal
Rhea knew even before she awoke that there was trouble in the air. So when she sat up to see Kenith leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and staring straight at her, she gulped fearfully.
How long has she been out and has he been watching her all along? It was creepy.
“It’s high time already,” Kenith hinted at her waking up. He pushed his body off the wall and stood straight, hands in his pocket asking, “Did you have a nice sleep?”
Rhea didn’t say anything yet the glare she gave him was enough to put a bullet through his head if that was possible.
“Oh, you don’t get to look at me that way like I’m the bad guy here!” He pointed at her, “I gave you everything! I made you comfortable here! Made you feel at home and yet what did you repay me with? You took off!”
“This is not my home!” Rhea retorted, raising her voice at him, “This is not my home and would never be my home! So you take me back where I’m supposed to be!”
At once Kenith stomped over to her side yet Rhea refused to be intimidated. They can do their worst, she’s no longer scared of them. What more can they do to her anyway? Beat her? Torture her? Well, Lukas already did a good job of crushing her spirit.
Rhea never took off her gaze even when Kenith leaned towards her and grabbed her chin quite tightly, causing her pain.
“You have no right to order me,” Kenith hissed through gritted teeth, “I have been nice to you since the day you came here and I deserve a little respect from you,” He was annoyed by that disdain in her eyes.
…..
“Point of correction,” Rhea said firmly, “I didn’t come here on my own, you were the one who took me here, neither did I ask you to be nice to me because it never made a difference anyway,” She spat.
No, Kenith’s kindness did make a difference but Rhea was so angry and frustrated she didn’t care anymore. They could beat her – she needed the pain anyway. Rhea needed to be reminded why she should have never been involved with people like this – with people like Elijah and Lukas.
She must have been stupid to think that her life would be peaceful after messing with danger. Nobody puts their hand in the flame and expects not to be burned. She played with fire and has been scorched down to her soul.
At once, Kenith released his grip and began to laugh. He laughed so hard that he fell back on the bed and stood up again as the laughter faded, replaced by a cold, murderous look in his eyes that sent goosebumps down her arm.
Without warning, Kenith grabbed her chin once again with a force that made her wince, her eyes watering. Rhea didn’t want to cry but the pain was too much; he was hurting her.
“So I’m the bad guy now and Lukas’s what? Your messiah?” Kenith laughed, however, the crinkles around his eyes were so sardonic Rhea was beginning to fear for her life. He looked like a psychopath.
“Y-you’re hurting me,” Rhea managed to speak above the pain. It almost seemed like he wanted to crush her jaw.
However, Kenith didn’t even look like he was listening because he went on with his accusation, “I’m the bad guy because I decided to give you a good life with Big Joe and Lukas who does nothing for you, you open your legs for him?!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Rhea cried out. The trees were freely flowing down her cheeks now.
As if God finally heard her prayers, he released her jaw but he moved to her scalp instead. Kenith clutched a fistful of her hair, tangling his hand with it, and pushed up her face so he was looking down into it.
Rhea didn’t know which one was worse now, the jaw or the hair. Her scalp was tingling in pain and her hand moved to his grip in her hair, trying to loosen it. At this rate, she would suffer massive hair loss.
“What’s so special about Lukas?”
“Nothing!”