Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
Unfortunately, she met her match.
“Of course,” Rhea retorted, “Why wouldn’t I be in a hurry to marry a man with many resources at his disposal? Wouldn’t you do the same if you were poor and in my shoes,” Rhea tried to make her voice as innocent as possible but her three friends and bridesmaids in the room with her were not ignorant of the power tussle between them.
Juliet was taken aback by her unusual answers, it seems Rhea was smarter than she appeared to be. Her plan of using the young woman was not going to be as smooth as she thought. She thought to withdraw immediately before she created animosity between the both of them. If that happened, it would be harder to get her on her side later.
“Have a nice day,” Juliet deflected Rhea’s question, saying instead, “Indeed, you look beautiful. Congratulations on your wedding day,”
“Thank you,” Rhea tried to be as cordial as possible. All she wanted to do was to hurl off this wedding dress and run as far as she could. As if that was possible. Big Joe had men outside those doors that would incapacitate her before she even took a step.
And with that, the ambitious woman finally left the room and Rhea was able to breathe. She was tired of those pretentious bitches and their indirect insults.
“Rose, please lock the door and tell the other interested well-wishers that the bride-to-be is not in the mood for their Felicitation,” Rhea groaned out to Rose who was more than happy to seal those nuisances away.
However, before she could close the door, a pair of loafers confidently stepped in.
Treat Him Insignificantly
While Rhea had been thinking of a way to escape here, her mind for once never gravitated towards Lukas. Hence it came as a big shock to her when he waltzed into the place like he owned it; her eyes almost bulged out of its socket.
“Whooee-uueet,” Chelsea whistled low in her throat, the love gears in her head switching on.
Chelsea was not the only one taken by Lukas because Rose, who was sent to shut the door, was frozen at the spot and had her mouth open. Ashley was eyefucking him and for some strange reasons, the thought didn’t sit right with Rhea. She was certainly not jealous, trust her. Merely uncomfortable.
As much as she loathed him, Rhea had to admit that Lukas was god damn attractive. His blonde hair was parted at the side, sweeping over the neat pompadour, and looking classy. Lukas wore an Ascari brown three-piece suit that was tailored to his fitting, a crisp white shirt inside with no tie in place. Now, who does that?
But then Rhea had seen enough of that beauty in the past and that cute face betrayed her when she least expected it. So yeah, she wasn’t bothered over his beauty but rather his appearance. Lukas suddenly appearing on the day Elijah was supposed to bust her out couldn’t be good.
The both of them stared at each other and she could tell he was slowly taking her in. Rhea couldn’t help but blush from the intensity of his staring. Gosh, she hated feeling this way. She was supposed to be mad at him for Christ’s sake. And yes she was very mad.
Fate seems to be working on her side because all that she needed to activate that fury was a word from Lukas’s caustic tongue.
“You are a beautiful bride,” He said, stopping right in front of Rhea who sat, spine straight on her antique Victorian carved chaise lounge. Big Joe was trying every means to win her over with luxury.
Rhea’s gaze turned cold at once, was he kidding her? Whose fault was it that she became an unwilling bride when he had all the power to save her? How dare he mock her?
…..
If only she knew Lukas sincerely complimented her.
“What are you doing here?” Rhea’s voice was grave and tense, quite close to erupting.
But Lukas ignore her question and instead presented a bouquet to her as if everything was good between the both of them, saying, “A beautiful flower for a beautiful bride,”
Not one saw it coming, perhaps, only Lukas, but Rhea stood up abruptly and with a sweep of her hand, knocked the flower to the ground.
“Get the hell out of here, I don’t want to see your face ever again!” She growled at him with fury, veins almost bulging out of her head.
The girls stood awkwardly at the side, stunned at the drama. It seems their thoughts of hitting on the new eye candy were forever squashed before they could work on it.
Judging from the suffocating tension between Rhea and that man, they could safely deduce he was Lukas. Booze creates loose lips and during their party, Rhea told them one or two things about the smoking hot Mafia Don who set in motion the events leading to this moment.
On the bright side, Rhea was not wrong about the “smoking hot” part – each of them wanted a piece of him – but how were they going to stop the two couples who were about to tear each other apart? Nothing good could come out of their quarrel.
“Perhaps, we should give you two some privacy,” Ashley suggested. She didn’t want to be part of this war.
Rhea turned to her with a snap, “You are not going anyway, he’s leaving!” She gave her order.
But Lukas turned to her with a wink, “Good idea, sweetheart. You may leave now,” He charmed her.
Ashley nearly melted at the spot.
He was flirting? Rhea’s anger increased. How dare he flirt in her presence? Lukas was disrespectful and an asshole.
Lukas had no control here but Ashley, Rose, and Chelsea would obey that handsome candy over their angry friend right now. So they quickly hightailed it out of there, leaving the two parties alone.
“Finally,” Lukas breathed happily when the door was finally shut, “We can talk freely,”
“Talk your ass!” Rhea shot back and returned to her seat. She picked the magazine by her side and began to go through it even when she had zero interest in it. Lukas’s presence was tangible and impossible to ignore. But silence was her greatest weapon and she knew how to wield it.
“I want to start by saying I’m sorry,” Lukas finally confessed when he found it hard to do. He hardly apologizes, people are always the ones begging him – during their torture.
Lukas figured out that Rhea was mad with him and she had every right to be. But if he had the chance to repeat what he did, he would do it over again because that was the best solution he could come up with to preserve her life and get what he wants at the same time.
But he might as well have been talking to himself because Rhea showed no other reaction than to flip to the next page.
His jaw ticked.
Lukas was not used to getting ignored, it pissed him off the most and Rhea was good at pushing him to the edge with silence. That she-devil!
But he still went on with his apology, “I know nothing I say or do would change your impression of me. But you have to know that it was for your ….” He trailed off when Rhea laughed loudly at something in the magazine and that was the end of his patience.
Lukas covered the short distance between them in two angry strides, snatched the magazine from her hand, and tossed it to God knows where. She yelped when he pushed her down to the backrest of the chaise to her greatest shock.
“I hate it when you treat me insignificantly,” Lukas growled, leaning over her and locked her hands over her head, incapacitating her.
Rhea looked like a deer caught in headlights, her panicky eyes shooting to the door and thinking about the trouble she would be in if anyone were to walk through that door, especially in this ambiguous position they were in.
Oh, God.
Walk Down The Aisle
Lukas was a mad man, that was the first thought that came into Rhea’s head when he pushed her down. Didn’t he realize he was putting her in a difficult spot by being unreasonable?
She hardly calmed Big Joe after that dance video. Who knows what would happen next If he stumbled upon this scene by mistake? He’d definitely end her life while Lukas, the great Mafia King, goes unscathed. Yeah, she’d be sacrificed in a war she wants no involvement in.
Moreover, she never asked for him after he ruined her life, so what does Lukas want from her again? She was tired of him, especially not when she was close to escaping this place!
“Get off me!” She warned him, her struggling was futile.