Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
The one in front said with amusement, “You must have enough money, miss?” Amusement twinkling in his gaze.
“Yeah,” Clara admitted with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, “Yes, I have more than enough that you have probably never touched in your life,”
“What?” The young man felt insulted by the comment.
As if that was not enough, Clara opened her purse and began to pull a bunch of neat high currency notes, and when she felt it was enough – considering their status – she stepped forward and put the money in the guy’s hand.
“You should have a meal with it at a five-star restaurant, after all, who knows if you would get this opportunity of a lifetime again,” she sneered, closing his hand around the notes.
“You!” The young man growled with anger, his eyes wild and red. He lurched towards Clara to teach her a lesson but his friends quickly stepped in and held him back having recognized that she was a powerful person.
“Sure, come at me then,” Clara taunted the guy who struggled with his friends all to no avail, “Lay a hand on me and Let’s see if your family would be able to survive the night,”
That comment made the young man stop as he finally realized the threat she was and the fact he would not be able to defeat her without putting himself in danger.
He didn’t do anything else and just stared hard at her nor did Clara cower under the intensity of his gaze. She had sat at the table with great men and women, his low self didn’t scare her at all.
“Come on, let’s go men!” His mate urged him and without further ado, the young man left but not without throwing the money at Clara’s face.
Clara gasped in disbelief, the nerve of him. However, she had to move away quickly because out of nowhere, a bunch of children rushed in her direction and began to pick the money as if their life depended on it.
“Gosh, this place is crazy,” Clara cried once she was away from the crazy kids and closer to the house that Lukas was currently in. What was he even doing there?!
Hence when Lukas finally emerged, she decided to give him a taste of what she experienced while he was inside schmoozing.
Lukas only glared at her as usual, “Don’t even start with me because I’m one step away from throttling you!” He growled a warning to her.
“Oh really?” Clara scoffed, “And you think you’re the only one who doesn’t want to throttle someone?!”
“I’m not having this conversation with you in the open,” Lukas dismissed her, having noticed people’s gaze on them. He walked ahead.
“I would have said the same but after the trauma I went through here, I don’t think I care anymore!” Clara was hot on Lukas’s heels and was just about to overtake him when she missed a step in her heels.
A trace of panic crossed Clara’s face as she began to fall and closed her eyes, trying to brace herself only to feel a strong arm around her waist.
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Clara saw herself falling and squeezed her eyes shut, already prepared for the shame that came with the fall while hoping to God that nobody records this scene. It would traumatize her for the rest of her life.
But when a minute passed and she didn’t fall and could only feel a strong hook around her waist, Clara knew instinctively that something happened. Surprisingly, that hook around her waist felt fleshy yet muscular and firm.
Muscular and firm?
At once, her eyes popped open only to stare straight into Lukas’s face. Clara was stunned, he was the one who saved her?
Unlike the other times where Clara would have gotten out of Lukas’s arms, ridden with disgust and cursing him for trying to touch her, she just gaped at him.
Clara couldn’t explain it but she began to notice details about Lukas she hadn’t seen till now like the way his hair was sexily tousled and some of it had fallen over his eyes when he tried to catch her. Then his eyes? It was the most beautiful and magnetic gray eyes she had ever seen.
And Clara couldn’t tell if it was the lightning or adrenaline but she closely observed his gray eyes changing color to a hue of blue. She had heard that a change in the size of the pupils compresses certain colors resulting in a different but temporary hue shift in the eye color. It was amazing.
But most of all, Clara could feel the strength in his arms and she began to wonder why she never noticed her fiancé was more muscular than Luther – she loved her man strong. With those arms rippling with strength, she could only imagine what he could do with her on the…
Clara stepped back from him as if she was burned and Lukas was not even bothered by the gesture. This was not the first time he was treated to such a treatment even after saving her ass.
…..
“Don’t touch me again?!” She warned him with accusing fingers as if he tried to take advantage of her.
As if, Lukas rolled his eyes towards heaven. Why wasn’t he even surprised?
“You’re welcome,” He said with sarcasm.
But to his surprise, she went red in the face. He snorted, so she knew how to be embarrassed?
However, unknown to Lukas, Clara was not red with shame, rather she was blushing. Lukas reminding her of the fall only brought back the crazy thoughts in her head.
While everything happened in less than a minute, it seemed like an hour to Clara considering how she was able to notice everything about him.
God, this was crazy, Clara thought as she gave Lukas a suspicious look. How sure was she that he hadn’t done something to her during the fall? Why would she suddenly start thinking of him if that wasn’t the case? She battled with her mind.
Lukas was surprised when Clara zoned out, it was a first. Previously, she would stomp away while cursing him in a situation like this. So why was she just standing there, staring at him that way? It was creepy, to be honest.
So he cautiously waved his hand in front of her face, “Hello? Clara?”
Clara was startled back to reality only to see Lukas’s face right in front of her again. She shrieked and took a step back and stepped into a small hole. She wobbled and almost fell only for Lukas to catch her, again.
“Get your hands off me!” Clara was livid as she pushed him away from her with a great force that If Lukas didn’t have enough stamina, he would have fallen to his ass.
“Well, suit yourself!” Lukas said, done with her annoying mood swings. Since she was fine on her own, he had no business looking out for her. Lukas decided as he went ahead, leaving her behind in her miserable heels.
By the time Clara got to the car, she was huffing and sweating. However she was pissed off at Lukas, how could he leave her behind?
Staring at Lukas as he entered the car without even opening the door for her reminded her of the asshole he was. Of course, she hated him! That was the answer to the question ravaging her mind.
She didn’t like him one bit, the asshole must have tried to seduce her for his gain. It clicked, the reason he had her prepare for these ” condolence visits” when he never even called her for once after that altercation at his father’s place.
Was this the tactics he wanted to employ, to make her fall for her to please his father? Clara laughed inwardly, he was a big dreamer! Luther was the man she loved and even if they -she and Lukas- eventually marry, he would never win her heart. She bet her inheritance was his target. That power-hungry gangster!
While thinking about how Lukas planned on seducing her, Lukas in question was thinking of how to tackle his household enemies at the funeral service and get rid of Clara as well.
There was no doubt that everybody would be there to question his administration. This was their once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to gnaw on him like vultures on a carcass.
For once, Lukas began to wonder if it had been a mistake not bringing Victor along to aid him, however, he knew how easily riled Victor was by their other cousins. He was here to account for his murdered men, not to start a fight – even though they would bring it to his doorstep.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Lukas watched as Clara began to take off her heels, massaging her feet that must be throbbing.
“If you want, I could get you a flat shoe across the way?” He offered her help seeing how exhausted she was. Lukas might not like her but it was in his nature to care for women – the way his mother cared for him.