Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
He was a natural-born genius and geniuses don’t like doing stupid things like getting drunk and waking up with a hangover the next day. What was the point of it? Hence, when he did drink, it was in moderation. But right now, Elijah was sure he didn’t have moderation in mind when he poured that drink into his glass and downed it entirely.
The unfamiliar warmth burnt down his throat but he didn’t care, if anything, he needed a distraction, something to take his mind off the pain that was searing deep into his chest right now.
He had always been careful, doing and having things in moderation. However, the first time he decided to have a bit of fun, it cost him, Rhea. He only wanted to taunt Lukas, mess around with him a little. Having gotten his way since he was little, Lukas suddenly became an interesting rival and he wanted to beat him the same way he defeated his other opponents.
His victory must have gotten into his head because he joked around with one thing he shouldn’t have messed with in the first place, Rhea.
Elijah chugged down the second round of his drink when he realized how he messed up his only chance of rescuing Rhea at Big Joe’s wedding – and later funeral. Instead, he played around and missed the chance he could have used and gotten her out easily.
Instead, he chose the harder way, which was worth it and more fulfilling in the end. But then, this path was proving more difficult and complicated than he thought, not to mention that he just saw the love of his life kissing his enemy.
At once, Elijah drank straight from the bottle instead, the liquid burning down his throat but he didn’t care. Right now, anyone could cut off his arm and he wouldn’t care. He needed the pain, the distraction. But the drink was the only distraction he could think of, so he decided to drown his sorrows with it.
…..
Elijah was going through the stages of heartbreak and at the moment, denial was at its strongest. He returned to that moment and there was no way Rhea could have kissed Lukas, perhaps Lukas had forced himself on her.
However, he knew what he saw, and if anything, Rhea has been eager to return his kisses. No, maybe Lukas had threatened her or something, after all, it wasn’t uncommon in their industry for Mafia dons to use their female captives for their pleasure. But then, Elijah dared to say that Lukas had looked at Rhea with affection.
However, in the next minute, he was pissed off. How could she have kissed Lukas? Was she seriously going to be with the man who kidnapped her? Was she good with being a slut? Or had she been a slut all this while and was just pretending with him?
No, no, this was all his fault, Elijah broke down in tears. He missed her terribly and was mourning and grieving the loss. He should have been more careful with her. He had promised to keep her safe, however, he broke that promise. He shouldn’t have involved Rhea in his games in the first place.
He already imagined their future together. If Lukas hadn’t separated them on that day, they would have left the country and settled down by now. Who knows, she would be having his child already?
No, all of this was Lukas’s fault, Elijah raged while grabbing hold of the bottle tight. He took another swing of his drink but the content of the bottle was empty and he stood up, staggering to the cabinet where he picked another one.
He opened it and took a long drink, his head throbbing with a faint headache. He was buzzed now but didn’t want to stop, no, he would drink himself to stupor. That was the only way he would be able to sleep tonight. Being intelligent was a blessing and a curse at the same time. Even while drunk, he could think clearly the scene today – Lukas’s triumph.
Perhaps it wasn’t too late.
He could still rescue Rhea and make her like him again. Lukas was her kidnapper, she seriously couldn’t have forgotten him – Elijah – and fallen in love with him. Maybe he would kidnap her as well and make her fall in love with him all over again.
Elijah went over the memory of the first time they met. He had been taken aback by the scene when she tried to unmask him. He had been so angry then, thinking that Ruth had violated their rules, only for his gaze to fall upon her and he forgot how to breathe.
Those kind hypnotic green eyes had captured his soul the first time they met and he knew inwardly that she was the one for him. He knew then that he couldn’t lose her and must have her.
So no, he couldn’t lose her to Lukas. That would only happen when he’s dead. Elijah had always found it stupid when men fought over one woman but now, he understood.
He understood it finally now. Because when she’s worth it, you fight for her – even to the death. Lukas can only have Rhea over his death. It was time he focused on his mission here in the first place.
He took another drink when his doorbell rang and his brows furrowed. He wasn’t expecting any visitor nor was he in a perfect state to fight if it was an enemy. He could barely stand.
Nonetheless, he grabbed the empty bottle and staggered over to the door. However, looking through the peephole, he found out that it was no one else but Adele. What was she doing here?
Elijah could have ignored her there, but then, what gentleman left a lady hanging outside?
A stronger Distraction
“Are you going to hit me with that?” Adele asked, noting the bottle in his hand. The guy was so God damn paranoid that she was thankful she hadn’t bent down like she did the first time and almost got killed.
“Nice intro,” He said, gesturing for her to come inside dramatically. Elijah didn’t need to ask Adele what she was doing at his place again because she was obviously his boss and liked doing whatever she wanted.
Adele came in while he attempted to shut the door, however, the moment she stepped close to him in the short narrow passage, she scrunched up her nose and sniffed him, her brows furrowing immediately, “Did you drink?”
He grinned stupidly, “What do you think?” He raised his bottle, “Am having a party. You’re invited, by the way, it would be nice to have a female companion,” He added sluggishly, “One with more brains than boobs,” He hinted at Cindy yet unintentionally referred to Adele’s small chest.
Adele glared at him and would have given him a punch or two if he wasn’t wasted right now. So she said to him, “Thank your God that you’re drunk,”
“I’m not drunk,” He denied it, pointing to his chest while struggling to stand, “I’m a genius, I would know if I was drunk.”
“Oh really?” Adele tilted her head to the side, a hint of mockery in her tone, “Genius indeed,”
And then without warning, she reached out and kicked him in the thighs and Elijah yelped in pain, hopping on one foot and because he lost his balance, fell to the ground.
Standing before him, Adele sneered, “Certainly, a genius who is not drunk would know to have faster reflexes and coordination. Even a limp could do better than that. ” She insulted him, her tone cold as she returned back to being the authoritative boss she was.
…..
“Get up,” She commanded.
But Elijah snorted, “This is my home,” He pointed out that she had no authority here.
“Really?” She drawled with a creepy smile while her face grew darker, “Should I make you?”
Elijah gulped, there was a reason why he avoided women like her. Control freaks could end your life in a twinkle of an eye. So he was up on his feet in a flash. Even his drunk brain reacted.
She gave him a sweet smile, “Good boy. Now follow me.”
And he did, without a word.
However he groaned inwardly,
“Kill me already,”
Adele went back to his kitchen and halted in her steps, recalling the scene where he kissed her hours ago and they promised never to let it happen.
Why was she even here? Adele had no idea. But then, she didn’t have anything left to do since today was her day off at work. So she decided to make use of her free time and check up on him. Aziz got shot because of her and she had to make sure that he was fine – even if that means visiting him two times a day.
Well, as they agreed like two grown adults, it was not happening again, and right now, he was a drunk mess and she had to take care of him. Yeah, you can think of it as her gratitude. You know, she’s paying back her debt to him. Adele hated owing favors to people.
Pushing the image to the back of her mind, she walked over to the well-stocked fridge and rummaged through it, pulling out a pack of frozen chicken.
“Chicken soup should do the magic, don’t you think so?” She asked, looking over her shoulder as she closed the fridge, heading to the kitchen Island where Elijah leaned against.
She stood across from him, holding his gaze and waiting for an answer to her question.
Elijah groaned irritably, “You leaving me alone would do the magic,”