Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
A small furrow appeared on Lukas’s face, he doesn’t like repeating himself and certainly not on sensitive matters like this one.
“Let’s try and create a good family for our child,” He said once again, a little bit louder this time.
“Oh my God!” Clara gushed, pulling away from his body.
“I can’t believe this!” She screamed and then hugged him once more. But this time she was full of Joy.
Still hugging Lukas, Clara looked up, chin resting on his body, saying, “I promise you, you’re not going to regret this decision,”
Lukas sure hoped so because he was beginning to have this sickening feeling in his belly he just made a big mistake.
“Thank you,” Clara was still in high spirit because she stood on her toes and smooched him on the lips. Lukas tried to look happy for her sake else she releases those tears that scares the hell out of him.
“I have to leave,” He looked down at his watch for emphasis.
“Call me when you’re back,”
Never.
“Sure,” He betrayed the true answer in his heart.
Since he was leaving, the both of them walked out together and Clara was the one that intertwined their hands with a coy smile that didn’t even stir his heart. It was going to be hard getting used to the fact they were now together.
Victor was lounging on the couch in the living room when they arrived and his gaze first rested on their joined hands before his brows raised and even without asking, Lukas already knew the question.
“Don’t even ask,” Lukas’s uncomfortable demeanor supplied the answer without speaking.
“The both of you look good together,” Victor had never been insincere until now.
Clara smiled at the compliment – as she thought – only Lukas understood the irony there.
“See you then,” Lukas was more than happy to dump her with Victor. Maybe, with time, he would get used to her, Lukas kept telling himself.
As soon as Lukas left, only Victor and Clara remained in the living room. He went back to reading his magazine when she interrupted him, “Hi, Vic,”
“It’s Victor,” He added, “We’re not close enough to give me a nickname,”
Clara blinked, the smile on her mouth froze. She thought they were friends. Further, she had been so happy with Lukas accepting their relationship that she thought it would be the same with everyone else. It seems winning them over wouldn’t be as easy as she thought.
“Okay,” She laughed to ease the awkwardness that fell over them afterward.
Silence fell over them once more until Clara felt parched, she tried her luck once again.
“Hi Victor, can I get a glass of -“
“This is not your first time here, in one word, you’re not a guest. So find your way around,” He said bluntly, moving his attention back to his magazine.
He added almost immediately, “And has anyone ever told you it’s quite rude to interrupt a person while reading,”
And that was all Clara needed to leave the mansion in the next minute.
Her Wedding Day
It’s her wedding day.
Yeah?!
Today was a hubbub of activities that even though Rhea wanted to drift away to a wonderland in her head, she couldn’t. There was always one or two people around to congratulate her on her wedding day or work on her appearance.
Rhea had been washed, scrubbed – that was one of the most embarrassing episodes of her life – shaved – yeah, that was the second most embarrassing moment – till she was as good as new.
Big Joe did not let her redo her bachelorette party judging from how the last one ended in disaster because she took advantage of it and plotted her escape. Apparently, Big Joe was not taking any chances with her. But then, Rhea was not the type to give up easily.
The closest thing to a bachelorette party she got last night was getting wasted. Her now new best friends – Ashley, Rose, and Chelsea – were quite resourceful and managed to sneak in some booze. Even Cassie surprised them by getting snacks to go along with it and made sure they weren’t interrupted for the rest of the night.
They tarried into the night; partying hard and having the time of their life only to wake up this morning with a terrible hangover – She even forgot about her wedding day.
So you can imagine how murderous Rhea felt when she was dumped into the bathtub by women who she had no clue about with their hands roaming all over her body and in places she dared not mention.
They waxed and shaved all hairy spots on her body till Rhea felt freshly plucked like a Christmas turkey. She felt raw, clean – and violated. Those hands on her body earlier would forever traumatize her, not to mention how mortified she was.
…..
Big Joe never discussed this with her; he certainly doesn’t understand the word, “boundaries”. Rhea was as pissed as hell because she had a disturbing feeling where all of this was heading to. He certainly hadn’t given up on their idea of a wedding night. She would make sure to disappoint him greatly.
“Elijah, where are you? What are you planning?” Rhea was beginning to get anxious and agitated. She even began to question trusting Elijah’s words, how sure was she that he even knows today was her wedding day? What if he got caught up with some things? Was she having false hope?
“Oh my God, you look so beautiful!” Someone said, bringing Rhea back to the present.
As she thought, it was one of the guests that had come to see Big Joe’s wife. Most of them that visited her did so to satisfy their curiosity while some pitied her and the rest came to scorn her.
Just as Rhea thought, it was a miserable fate marrying Big Joe and some of the jealous, arrogant women shamelessly rubbed that knowledge in her face. Not that she minded, Rhea hardly knows who they are, so why should she care what they said?
However, this particular woman, Rhea knows her, at least, she recognized her from the day she officially met Big Joe as her husband.
“Thank you, Juliet,” Rhea added no title or whatsoever, calling her by the name and that made the woman lift her brow. Apparently, the woman was expecting some form of respect from the bride to be, thinking she was some pushover.
Sadly, Rhea was not in the mood to give her one. Moreover, Juliet was just a guest in the wedding today while she was Big Joe’s wife – she had the authority – and today was her – dreaded – wedding. So yeah, she had more power here.
At once, Juliet covered the irritation that slightly furrowed her brows with a smile that didn’t touch her eyes, “You look so dazzling today that it’s obvious that you’re excited about this wedding. I’m sure you couldn’t wait for the morning to come so you could be married to the love of your life, Big Joe,”
Rhea might have kept a neutral expression but her clenched fists betrayed her feelings. Was this ladybug trying to anger her to death or something?
What does she mean by the love of her life, Big Joe? Rhea was so pissed off that she bit the inside of her mouth to keep herself from sassing back.
Some people willingly ask for a death sentence, why can’t they just mind their business?
Rhea could tell nothing went on between Juliet and Big Joe – they were just business partners. But this wasn’t the first time that Rhea had met women that liked to be in control – including other people’s households when given the chance.