Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
But where was he going to begin? Victor didn’t know whether to first arrange his outfit for the visit or brush first or shave first or bath first?! It was chaos in his head.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Victor peered over from his position, it was Mimi and he rushed, connecting the call immediately.
“Hey,” Her soft voice breathed into his ear and the chaos in his head stilled at once. Victor could almost say she was the calm in his tempest.
Victor was finally able to breathe knowing she was safe, however, his relief was instantly consumed by great anger.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING LEAVING ALL ALONE!”
Meanwhile, Mimi was still contemplating what to say to Victor after the initial “Hey” when thunder suddenly rumbled in her ear and the phone almost slipped from her hand. What the hell?
Mimi frowned, “Did you just yell at me?” she added immediately without waiting for his answer, “And when did you become my keeper that I have to inform you of my movements?”
“I was just concerned about you,” Victor defended himself.
“Well, I’m fine. So you do not have to worry about me because you are not my babysitter. I’m a perfectly grown-up woman capable of protecting herself!” She made it clear to him.
“Christ! Why are you being so aggressive?! All I did was worry about you!” Victor couldn’t believe her.
“Says the one who first yelled at me and that is quite hypocritical because it’s the same thing as the kettle calling the pot black?!” Mimi stated, all riled up. She had never been the type to give up on an argument – especially not one from Victor.
“Fine, have a nice day!” He snapped.
“No, you don’t -“
But he hung up on her already.
He was a fool to call, he should have known she would be fine without him. And why does it piss him off that she’s fine without him?
Mimi didn’t even bring up the kiss between them, who knows she must have waved it to the back of her mind. Well, guess who doesn’t care? Him!
He has kissed enough women so he was surely not bothered by one kiss from a woman supposed to be his bestie.
Victor was determined not to go after Mimi like the last time after they had a fight – which was approximately less than twelve hours ago. If she wanted their relationship to continue, Mimi should be the one making the move!
But then the next minute when his phone rang, Victor picked up the call instantly, thinking it was her.
“Fine, I’m sorry,” Victor’s voice was meek and lowly as he apologized, contrary to his claims minutes ago,
“I should not have yelled at you, it was wrong of me. You’re a strong, beautiful woman, capable of holding her own in a fight. And about that kiss from last night? You don’t have to think much about it, erase what happened if it bothers you. I’m cool with it. Moreover, people kiss all the time, not just lovers and it’s also a form of greeting, you see?. So please, tell me you’re not breaking up our friendship,” Victor ended his ramble, waiting for her response.
“Are you done?” said a husky, deeply masculine voice instead of Mimi’s soft euphonious voice that made Victor’s face crumble up.
Damn, this is embarrassing.
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Talking To A Picture
Lukas plopped down on his office seat, his head thrown back. He then straightens up, running his palm down his face. Everything was fucked up. How was he going to commence with his plans?
Rhea was surely going to hate his ass when she awakes; he still had no clue where Elijah was, nor his weapon; Jeremy was not giving him solid evidence; his sister was still with his father; he had an organization to run and keep away from the evil claws of his relatives. But like a domino effect, everything was slowly falling apart.
Lukas groaned, digging his hand through his hair. He felt suffocated inside as if he would explode anytime soon. Good thing, he was all alone and no one was here to piss him off and incur his wrath. Or see him losing his shit.
He pulled out one of the drawers on the right-hand side of the desk and picked the picture frame of a woman. There was one thing Lukas does when he’s overwhelmed like right now and that was to stare up at the picture of his mother and converse with her.
If Rhea had been here, she’d definitely be struck dumb by the softness and affection in Lukas’s face. Most times she’s seen him, he always had a permanent scowl on his face as if he was at war with everyone.
Lukas tenderly caressed the picture of the woman in the frame. Just like him, she had blonde hair, and the similarities between the both of them were quite ostentatious. And his father always loathed his uncanny resemblance to that woman, his late wife.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Lukas had gray eyes which was a dominant trait in the Luciano family, his father Daniel would have questioned his paternity.
And if he had turned out to be a girl? He might as well have become an orphan, Lukas was sure Daniel wouldn’t look twice at him. The man was building an empire and he didn’t need weaklings.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, mother,” Lukas spoke to the picture as if it was an animate being and that she was right here with him, “I think I’m way over my head with this one,” He confessed, swallowing a huge lump down his throat.
…..
Saying that, was as good as Lukas admitting defeat, hence he added almost immediately, “Nonetheless, it’s my cross to bear. I was born for this and should be ready for whatever comes my way,”
Lukas licked his lips and went on, “Your husband still has your favorite person Chloe in his custody, and I have no idea where he kept her and if she’s even okay – the both of us know his tendency for assault. And don’t even look at me that way, if you’re so worried about her, you should have let me end him when I had the chance,” Lukas rolled his eyes, the tension that had been surrounding him earlier slowly eased out of his body. The season was therapeutic. And yes, there were times he was close to killing that man.
Lukas laughed sarcastically, “But then, you were like, you can’t kill him, he’s your father! Lukas, blood is thicker than water,” He intentionally mimicked a lady’s voice.
“Now look where it got your daughter, Chloe?” He said, through gritted teeth, “And oh, he’s trying to get me married to this girl – a bimbo to be exact. I’m sure you would like her,” His words dripped with sarcasm.
“Well, if you want to know more about your future daughter-in-law, then you should know she hated me to the core and would have loathed the person that birthed me as well if you were around. However….”
Lukas leaned back into his desk as if trying to see this from another point of view, “She has suddenly taken an unhealthy interest in me and it’s really uncomfortable. I never thought I’d come to say this one day but I’m scared of her. What if I end up giving in to her because of my extreme protective nature, you of all people should know about that,”
Yeah, he had been so protective of his mother that his father had taken advantage of that weakness to train him – hone his skills. The man would taut and promise him what would happen to his mother if he wasn’t strong enough. Well, guess what, he wasn’t strong enough to save her from death.
If Lukas was to describe what happened to his mother, he would say, ‘she withered away’. His mother and father were a miserable pair and while it might seem an option to divorce, it just didn’t work that way.
The Mafia had their own code of conduct and leaving was a luxury his mother couldn’t afford. She knew too much and that alone disqualified her from getting a divorce.
When Lukas had been younger, he thought his mother was weak and stupid for sticking to his father despite the abuse making him despise weak people. But as he grew, Lukas gained insight and came to understand the choices she made, not only for herself but for him as well.
Even if his mother was not captured by the police, they had so many enemies who could forcibly take or lure her to their side which was detrimental if she decided to work against them.
Penelope might not have been active in the organization, but she had one vital tool, information. She knew stuff, people, and how the Luciano family works – their weaknesses and strengths.
If that knowledge were to fall into the wrong hands, they were as good as finished. But then, Daniel was there and wouldn’t let that happen, he’d probably gladly get rid of his wife to solve the problem. Moreover, appearance was everything in the mafia.