Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
“What the fuck did you do to me?!” She accused him.
“Better question, what did I go through in your hand?!!” Victor said to her while avoiding the pillows she threw at him.
“Oh really?” Mimi threw her head back, laughing sarcastically, “Real convenient excuse to avoid being held accountable for trying to take advantage of me,”
At once, Victor’s face drained of all color, “You would seriously think that low of me?” He was hurt by her allegation.
Victor knew what he went through because of her. His price for such an unselfish bedtime is to spend several succeeding hours in stiff-legged waddling pain that wasn’t even rewarded.
If Victor wanted he could have relived himself by grinding her against his arousal till he was spent and she wouldn’t even know a thing. But he couldn’t do that, as much as he loved sex – like who doesn’t – Victor couldn’t violate a sleeping woman. That would be too low of him.
Yet this was what she thought of him, a pervert.
“Well, what do you want me to think? The last time we shared a bed, you groped my breast and now, I fell asleep in the sitting room only to find myself in your bedroom, lying in between your legs. Who would believe that shit, Victor? I told you from the beginning, I’m not one of your sluts!” Mimi fired at him.
There was a short tense anger and during that period, Victor’s expression was blank but from his body language, one could tell he was suppressing the fury inside of him.
“Well now, you’ve made your point, Saint Mary, you may now leave my room and my life!” Victor commanded through gritted teeth.
“Gladly!” Mimi retorted, storming out of his room in a rage. Who does he think he is?! If he had admitted his mistake, she would have buried the matter but he was so arrogant and self-righteous! He might as well go to hell! She doesn’t care!
On the bright side, since Victor wanted her out of his life, that means their contract doesn’t stand anymore, she sure hoped Marvel acknowledged that this arrangement can’t work out and set her free. It was a mistake coming to know him in the first place, her only concern being Rhea.
Mimi turned away from the mansion in fury and didn’t wait at the usual spot her contractual driver comes to pick her up each time she comes to the base. It was almost evening which meant she had spent a long time sleeping.
Mimi wanted to trek a bit and blow off some steam and didn’t notice the van trailing her. It wasn’t until the last minute when it crossed her with two men simultaneously stepping out of it that she realized she was in danger.
But before Mimi could scream for help, she was captured, her phone slipping from her hand and falling to the ground.
Becoming Mrs.Joe
Pam-Pam Pa LA…
Pam-Pam PA LA…..
The wedding march in song was played by the orchestra Big Joe hired to set the mood. Rhea would have been touched by the gesture if she wasn’t about to marry her nightmare.
Rhea always knew she wouldn’t have her father walk her down the aisle since he was practically dead but she imagined her father-in-law or a mother figure taking over the role.
But then, since she was forced into this marriage, none of her family members were in attendance and Rhea had to do the walk with her bridesmaids.
They walked in with Rhea to ease the awkwardness in the atmosphere since their wedding employed a different processional order.
Rhea did not even know she was holding her breath as she walked closer and closer to the end of the aisle. She was so nervous that her hand holding the bouquet trembled and was clammy.
Elijah said he was going to rescue her, why wasn’t he here yet? She didn’t know how he intended to do it but it was obvious that the wedding would be stopped abruptly.
Rhea was so desperate for some sort of miracle that she checked for anyone who stood out or behaved strangely, yet she came up with nothing. If there was anything that stood out, it was Lukas’s unfathomable gaze; she couldn’t read him.
…..
Even amid the guests, he stood out like a shooting star. Rhea began to question her alliance, wondering if she made a stupid decision by not betraying Elijah.
Lukas said he would bust her out of here and knowing his personality, he would not fail. He had the power to save her from this cruel fate she wanted no part in. But Rhea trusted in Elijah as well, yet had she by chance chosen the wrong side?
No! Even at that, she couldn’t betray Elijah, not after all she did for him. She was not the kind of person that pays good with evil. Those she loved, she protected them fiercely, come rain, come shine.
Rhea just prayed he hurried up because she didn’t want to say “I do,” to that man, no, the mere thought of legally being Big Joe’s wife was about to give her a heart attack. The stress was wearing her out mentally.
Unlike Rhea, there was no best man nor groomsmen by Big Joe’s side, just the ring bearer and the officiant at the head of the altar. There was no family member nor friend by his side and Rhea couldn’t help but wonder if he had family at all, not that she was feeling pity for him or something; she was just curious.
Big Joe cleaned up real good, his hair was gelled and brushed back showing off his strong chin while his suit accentuated his shape – she really didn’t want to check out.
Goosebumps filled Rhea at the thought they would spend their wedding night together. Was Elijah waiting for when she becomes Mrs. Joe before he comes for her?
This really sucks.
In no time, Rhea reached her destination and was standing beside her soon-to-be yesterday. Yeah, that “soon” would be “sooner” than usual if SOMEONE DOESN’T DO SOMETHING! She was freaking out inwardly.
“You may all sit,” The officiant said and everyone – some to be exact – who had stood to welcome in the bride sat down.
“Breath in and out,” Rhea inwardly performed the breathing exercises. Was it possible to walk out of this wedding? Not unless she wanted to be dead before she made it outside.
It certainly wasn’t coincident there was a guard standing meters away with his gaze fixed on her. It was creepy
“First,” the officiant began, “I’d like to begin by welcoming and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this most happy of days…”
Happy her butt! Who said this was a happy day?! Can’t he sense her silent cries of protest? She wondered if this officiant was one of them or if Big Joe bought him off.
The officiant rambled on and on about the benefits of marriage but Rhea noticed how he was careful not to branch into their love life, not that they had one – and would probably never have!
Even though she didn’t attend lots of wedding ceremonies thanks to her small circle of friends, mostly acquaintances from work – Rhea knew officiants should know one or two things about the groom and bride. He should be able to tell a single story that summarizes their relationship. But there was nothing like that and in the next minute all she heard was,
“Please, now read the vows you have written for each other,”
Of course, the vow.
Rhea turned to receive the vow she was sure had been prepared beforehand for this moment. There was nothing like a rehearsal for this marriage and she was glad for it. Big Joe should do whatever he wants.
It was a simple vow, void of feelings and they had to read it aloud at the same time.
“I, Rhea/Big Joe, take you, Big Joe /Rhea, to be my husband/wife, my constant friend, and partner. I pledge this to you from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives.”
Rhea gulped at that last statement, forever with him would be a huge nightmare.
The ring was handed to both of them respectfully and the officiant said, “Please repeat after me: I give you this ring, as a daily reminder of my love for you,”
At first, Rhea had been hesitant to say those vows but one look from Big Joe held dark promises of what would happen to her if she dared went contrary to this arrangement was all it took her to give in.