Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
Rhea let out a sharp breath, he still believed she was pregnant with his child and her hand unconsciously rubbed her belly. Was she really pregnant? She had another being inside of her? Another being that she had to protect from her psychopathic father-in-law.
…..
“You have my word,” She promised him. Moreover, Rhea felt the need to punish Daniel and bring justice for her same-sex and would have been mother-in-law that she lost, all thanks to Daniel. She lost the chance of having a mother figure from her husband’s side. Fuck, what was she thinking? She and Lukas weren’t even married yet. Damn, she can’t move too fast.
“The first course has run cold,” Lukas referred to the food in front of them that the both of them had hardly touched thanks to their conversation.
“We won’t let the same fate befall the second course then,” Rhea joked, drawing a smile from Lukas’s lips too.
And while the both of them were getting cozy with each other, Clara and her two friends were ushered into the hall and they searched for their table.
Lately, Clara was under tension and anxiety thanks to Lukas’s radio silence. After the dinner at their place, Lukas had not called nor was he accepting her calls. She tried going to his place but remembering his warning made her reconsider that. She had no choice but to Daniel and report that, but he asked her to remain calm and that everything was under control.
However, how could she calm down, when her wedding was this week and she didn’t know what to do anymore? Her wedding dress was ready but she was entirely clueless on the groom’s side. Even her mother that had been against the union suddenly began to help her with the preparation.
Everything was set to go except for the invitation. How could they give out invitations when the groom hasn’t said a word about it and the wedding was three days away? So she buried herself in the work she has neglected lately thanks to the wedding preparation.
Clara was done being nice, and starting from tomorrow, she would hand out invitations. She didn’t care how Daniel did it, but as far as his son showed up on the altar that day, she gave no care. She has tried to be accommodating in this arrangement, but since he wanted it the hard way, then she was game.
She sat down with her friends checking out the menu as one of the staff arrived to serve their needs. Clara was in no mood to talk and let the girls make her order while looking around. At least, they did well to take her to a proper restaurant rather than one filled with people stinking from poverty.
“Girl, you have to chill,” said one of her friends when she saw her mood, and Clara did not doubt that she was falling apart. The girls were the only ones who knew what she was going through.
But then, how could she relax when she knew the embarrassment she would suffer if Lukas doesn’t show up on their wedding day?
Clara only ran her hand through her hair with a sigh and boisterous laughter reached her side and it was strange because it felt oddly familiar. Clara turned to the side and glanced further down the hall only for her gaze to land on Lukas who looked happy and was instantly shocked. What was he doing here? Then she saw his date.
Clara was first filled with disbelief, then betrayal, anger. How dare he? He was seated with a brunette this time instead of the red-haired witch – and it pleased her to know that he dumped her already.
The brunette had her back turned to her so she couldn’t see her face, but Clara felt great jealousy and she couldn’t let it be. Lukas asked for this. She had to show that bitch how she deals with people who steal other people’s fiancé.
Confrontation
Music Recommendation:- Physical – Dua Lipa
“What is this?” Rhea asked when she saw the traditional dish – spaghetti sautéed with garlic in olive oil.
“Spaghetti Aglio e olio,” Lukas pronounced in one breath while she stared at him, stunned.
“What the hell?” Rhea burst into laughter. Honestly, she hadn’t gone through the foods on the menu and was more interested in the order of their serving. As usual, dessert was saved for the last and she was more interested in that one.
“Come on, say it,” Lukas urged her to pronounce it.
“No, it is too long,” She complained, shrinking back into the seat so he wouldn’t be able to grab her.
“Just give it a try,” Lukas tried to convince her.
“Fine,” Rhea gave in and then readjusted in her seat, clearing her throat. She said, “Spaghetti AGG-lee-oy ee OH-lee-oh,”
…..
Lukas burst into boisterous laughter that drew quite an attention, but he didn’t care. He already knew that Rhea would fail it but he never thought that it would be this funny.
“Stop laughing, it’s embarrassing!” Rhea glared at him, but the more Lukas stared at her lips, the memory kept playing in his head and he ended up laughing the more. However, Rhea pinched his arm painfully enough to shut him up, but the blank look on his face said it was only a matter of time.
“Fine,” Lukas gave up laughing, “Come on, let me teach you how to say that,” He drew closer and stared at her lips that became tempting enough to kiss. Shut up and concentrate, Lukas!
“The point is, you don’t go phonetic and say ‘AGG-lee-oy ee OH-lee-oh,” It took him a great will, not to laugh again because he was sure Rhea will stab him with that fork in her grip this time,
“That’s not the Italian way. Instead, say “AH-lyo,” then let the ‘e’ that follows slide in with the “OH-lyo,” and you’ll sound like you’re from Napoli.” He finished with a wink, “Now, pronounce it for me, baby,”
“Okay,” Rhea wet her lower lips with her tongue and was just about to say it, when, “Oh fuck,” left her lips instead.
“Don’t worry, I intend to fuck you just right when we got home,” Lukas was amused.
However, Rhea shook her head nervously glancing behind him and lowering her gaze at the same time as she whispered, “Clara is here,”
“Of course, Clara is…. Oh, fuck,” It dawned on Lukas that Rhea was not joking as all forms of a smile drained from his face. He was just about to turn around and confirm her presence when Rhea told him,
“No,” She stopped him, “Don’t turn around and alert her that we’ve noticed her. It would give us enough time to leave here.”
“Leave?” Lukas frowned, clearly not in support of that, “Why should we leave for her?! I’m not a coward that runs away from my problems.”
Rhea pressed closer to the table and held onto his gaze hoping that he saw reasons with her as she said firmly, “This is not a matter of being a coward or not, because from the murderous look on your fiancée’s face, she’s aiming for a public confrontation, probably to shame me and I’m not prepared for that, not while dressed in this floor length dress and stiletto heels!”
Lukas knew that she was right, a confrontation was inevitable and he couldn’t do anything to Clara, not while in public where anyone could record it and send the authorities to him. Even as powerful as he was, violence against women was still a huge issue and so were the powers of the netizens. People online would want him to pay for that, not realizing that he was merely defending himself – and Rhea.
But then, Lukas couldn’t leave just like that, with his tails in between his legs, it was way too embarrassing for his personality. Victor would laugh at him greatly if he dares to hear of this. However, his attention caught onto the orchestra playing a classical piano/violin rendition of the song “physical” and his lips curled up in excitement as a plan formed in his head.
“We leave with style then,” Lukas said, his eyes shining with mischief.
“Huh?”
Rhea didn’t have the chance to ask more questions as Lukas snagged her hand and pulled her up to her feet, veering her in the direction of the people waltzing on the dance floor, barely seconds before Clara reached them.
Clara gritted her teeth when she met Lukas’s empty seat instead and saw the both of them heading to the dance floor that had couples dancing on it. She knew that she couldn’t just storm up there, that would not only cause a scene but disrupt people’s good time as well and that might get her kicked out of here by the guards at the entrance.
She had to be strategic about this. Lukas thought he was smart, she would show him that she was smarter.
Hence Clara returned to her seat and pulled on one of her friend’s arms, startling her.
“Hey!”
“I just found my fiancé dancing with another woman and you are going to help me put her in her place,” Clara demanded, her nail digging into the girl’s arm.
“Ouch, you’re hurting me,” She complained, “Moreover, it’s your man cheating on you, why take it out on the poor girl?” She reasoned.
Clara shook her head as if in disbelief over what her friend said. However, the other one offered to go in her place and she let go of her arms in annoyance. She would deal with her bullshit later.