Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
All She Needed Was Time
Macy woke up with a startle, it was the first time in a long time she was having that kind of nightmare. But then, it was a long time since she forgot about her revenge as well.
She had never been able to forget that morning; the day her father was killed. When one talked about murders, it had to be done by the big, evil men or women but Macy had seen it all; a little boy killed her father.
Macy remembered the startle in his eyes when she stumbled upon him hiding the gun in the inside of his jacket and she had been fascinated, thinking it was a toy gun until she saw the blood spot on her father’s body as he slumped to the ground.
The scream that left her mouth had been full of shock and pain as she realized at that moment she just lost her father and the changes it would bring to her life.
Macy remembered telling the authorities what she had seen but of course, no one believed her or maybe they had been paid off to never consider her as a witness. She had been in shock and saw things that weren’t real, was what they claimed. But then, what she saw was real.
All that changed when a man that claimed to be her father’s business associate visited her and not only did he believe her, he even gave her a picture and a name.
“Lukas Luciano,” Macy muttered as she stared hard at the picture of the young boy she had seen that day.
The burden was finally lifted off her shoulder; she had not dreamt that scene that day as she was being told and there was finally a chance to seek vengeance for her father.
The picture of the boy must have been taken unaware because he was looking away from the camera, even at that, there was not a smile on his face compared to the panicky look he had on the day he killed her father. Had he realized it was a mistake to have taken her father’s life at the last minute? Nonetheless, she was coming for him.
…..
Having been given a new purpose, Macy left to settle down with her divorced mother in another country and there she bided her time until she was ready. Macy had not just spent her time abroad living the best of her life like tomorrow doesn’t exist. She had been preparing to end Lukas’s life.
Macy studied Lukas and the Luciano family, thinking of the best way to make them pay for what they did to her father and as well, picking up skills that were essential for her goal.
When she finally returned to the country, she used a forged identity – one that would never be discovered as long as she lived – knowing that if she had gone to the Luciano Family with her current identity, they would figure out her intentions right away and kill her right away even before she steps at their porch.
She got acquainted with a member of the lower hierarchy of the Luciano family, and got the opportunity of carrying out simple tasks for the family. But Macy knew she couldn’t do this forever, not if she wanted to get close to Lukas and accomplish her revenge as soon as possible. At this rate, it might take her forever.
So Macy came up with an extreme plan, one that involved making use of another target close to Lukas, Victor. She put a hit on him and when it was time for the attack, voila! She just happened to be there at the right time to help rescue him and just like that, the connection was established.
Thanks to Victor and “her rescue”, her rank in the gang was increased right away and she was skillful enough for it – her preparations all those years finally paid off. She went from being an associate – the same job her father had taken that got him killed – to a member of the Luciano family taking their Oath and all. Their tattoo on her skin felt like a betrayal against her father’s memory but she knew this was essential for her plan.
Even at that, Macy was not satisfied with her progress; she needed to get within Lukas’s breathing space to be able to end him. And then, as if the heavens were on her side, an opportunity came and she took advantage of it. With her plan finally coming into place, she dumped Victor, wait – no, Victor did her the favor first.
But then, life was quite funny because even when Macy finally got all she needed to exact her revenge, she couldn’t do it. After all, she was in love with him. She sympathized with her father’s killer.
After living with Lukas for a while, she finally understood why Lukas finally did it and it wasn’t like her father was innocent either. As she grew up, Macy discovered the shady deals her father was involved with, even more lethal and illegal than the ones the Luciano family was involved with. No wonder her mother left him. Her father was not the superhero she made him out to be.
Even at that, she wanted to fulfill all righteousness and that was to avenge her father. Hence one day, she drugged Lukas without him or any member of the Clan noticing, after all, it wasn’t weird for her to be with him indoors. Then she pointed the gun at his head and even with the sheer amount of time on her hands, Macy was unable to pull the trigger.
But the same could not be said for now as Macy stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her nose was almost completely healed and soon, she would be back at work again. Yet she was unable to forget the fact that Lukas almost killed her for a girl he hardly even knows when she gave up her own revenge for him.
Getting his affection was the only thread Macy had been hanging on to after she forsook her revenge, but now that the thread has been cut off, Macy was left with nothing but her revenge.
And unlike the last time, she would not kill him but hit him where it hurts the most so his heart breaks a thousand pieces the same way her heart did when he pointed that gun at her head for Rhea’s sake.
All she needed was time.
Elijah Didn’t Have A P*ssy
Unable to stand the tie anymore, Lukas slipped it out of his neck and was just about to toss it to God knows where when his phone beeped with a message. He picked up the phone thinking it was from one of the hundreds of men under his command only to find otherwise. It was the coordinates for the meeting; he just received the location.
Why was he texted the locations an hour to the meeting? Well, the location had to be discreet in case they had enemy spies who might try to take them out using this opportunity. Imagine if their meeting place was bombed? That would be killing two birds with one stone: the entire Luciano family would be wiped out.
“Right on time,” Lukas muttered as soon as the door to his room was opened and a figure walked in. He didn’t need to turn or look at the mirror in front of him to know who that was. Everyone had distinct footsteps and he had a habit of mastering it. It saved his life a few times.
“Boss,” Samuel acknowledged his presence.
“Get the car ready, the location has been sent….” Lukas hesitated a moment as if he was trying to remember something, “And tell Victor I’m leaving without him if he continues to spend time dressing up like a lady,”
“Aye, boss,” Samuel said, speaking instructions in lowered tone into the wired comms in his ear. He was dressed in a suit just as the other soldiers that would be coming with him on this journey.
Lukas abandoned the suit and chose to wear a charcoal black fitted turtleneck top with its corresponding pants, finalizing his look with a burgundy red coat since the weather was cold today. With his blonde hair gelled back, Lukas looked particularly classy – and of course warm- with the coat giving a minimalistic look with the buttons hidden under a double-layered set of buttonholes.
“Done boss,” Samuel informed him as soon as he was done with the errand.
Lukas barely mumbled a response, checking his appearance in the mirror, and was satisfied with what he saw. He was sick and tired of suits, not to mention that everyone else would be dressed in the same manner.
…..
“What about the other errand?” He asked nonchalantly, at least, he attempted to be. Matters regarding Rhea were quite touchy for him – and his soldiers as well. He knew Samuel won’t go around spewing his matters but men talked and he didn’t want to seem like he was obsessed with the girl. Gosh, when did he begin to care about what people said about him – well, until Rhea.
“Good as a person could be, at least that’s what my sources said,” Samuel replied, a bit disgruntled. Having learned the first time, he didn’t need a prophet to tell him the other errand involved that girl.
“And did that source happen to know if Big Joe laid a hand on her?” Lukas finally turned to him, eyeball to eyeball while fixing his watch on his wrist. There was a warning in his gaze, reminding Samuel of his place in this organization and how replaceable he was.
Getting the point, Samuel stood straighter and with a professional tone, answered, “She was able to hold her own,”
Lukas was not surprised by that news yet he was relieved at the same time. If there was one woman capable of surviving the fiercest of places, it was Rhea. He admired her fighting spirit – and stubbornness. His only problem with her was that she trusted easily and he would have to correct that… What the fuck was he saying? They would have no reason to meet after he got his hands on Elijah.
“And Elijah? Did you do as I said?”
“Yes, boss. We have strict surveillance on the gang and so far, we haven’t spotted a new face,” Samuel said.
Since Elijah was good at masquerading himself, Lukas was of the opinion he had already infiltrated the Red Giant Gang with a false identity which was how he was able to get his information easily. Or he had an insider that helped him on the outside. It had to be one of those.
“The newcomers are a month older nor have we suspected any suspicious activity from his goons,”
Lukas was disappointed by that answer. He refused to believe that there was no way he couldn’t get his hands on one man. Left alone, he would chase Elijah to the end of the world but he had other Elijah non-related problems that required his attention as well. The well-being of the organization was his priority.
“However….”
At the mention of “however,” Lukas’s expression lit up with anticipation for a positive report.
“There’s been tension in the gang lately after Kenith’s imprisonment,” Samuel disclosed.
“Tension like…?”