Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
“Hello….” Rhea said, her heart still pounding in her chest.
“I need your help.”
Oh no, the blood drained from Rhea’s face. She knew what that entailed. He must be injured.
“Don’t tell me you got shot?!” She gripped the phone so hard that her knuckles turned white. What was she going to do? She hoped that it wasn’t deadly. Well, the fact that he was still able to talk to her meant that he was okay. She hoped. Lukas was good at hiding his pain.
” It’s Victor….”
Rhea’s gaze flickered to her friend’s and she swallowed down nervously.
“What is it?” Mimi noticed her gaze and wasn’t comfortable with that look.
But Rhea put up her hand, gesturing that she was not through with her call and Mimi had no choice but to wait.
Mimi couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong and she knew Rhea long enough to know that she was hiding something from her.
“How bad is it?” She asked, careful not to unintentionally let out the secret.
“Very badly, he’s losing a lot of blood and we are currently at Ruth’s animal shop. Her hands are filled and she wants you here, Rhea.”
Damn it, Rhea didn’t know whether to be concerned that Victor was dying or the fact she was going back to the place where all of this began.
“Fine, I’ll be there immediately. ” Rhea said and was just about to end the call when Lukas said to her,
“Also, be careful. Richardo is still out there. I’ll tell you everything when you get here.”
“Good.” Was all Rhea said and ended the call only for Mimi to pepper her with questions right away.
“What’s going on? Did he say anything about Victor? Why can’t I get through with you? Where are you going?”
“Richardo is still alive. Lukas needs my help handling the injured and I need to get to Ruth’s place.”
“Ruth? Your former boss?”
“The one and only,” Rhea said, picking up her coat from the wardrobe because the night was cold.
“What about Victor? You have not answered me. Who is he not answering his phone?”
“Because he’s busy. I told you, there’s a lot of his men who are injured and have his hands filled at the moment.” She lied to Mimi. Her friend was pregnant and until she checked out the situation, Rhea wouldn’t put her under tension.
“I’m coming with you, I would be able to help you too,” Mimi decided.
“Thank you for your help, Mimi, but you’d be more of a liability to me there. Moreover, you’re pregnant and can’t be exposed to diseases or harmful substances. Trust me, Mimi.”
“But I can’t just stay here without knowing what the hell is happening. I can’t even get through to Victor and I’m so worried…”
Rhea hugged her friend tight, “It’s alright, Mimi. You have nothing to worry about and I’m sure Victor would not appreciate you worrying this much. You have your baby to think about now. I’ll keep you posted and make sure nothing happens to him.” She promised her.
When Rhea made it out of the room, she nearly bumped into her mother on the way.
“Where are you going?” Natalie asked, looking at her from her head to her feet and observing her appearance.
“Something happens and Lukas needs me.” Rhea saw it was no use lying to her mother and if she were to be honest, her mother’s help would be needed as well.
“What’s happened?” Natalie noticed that something was wrong.
“I need your help, mother. No, Lukas needs your help,” She requested nervously and just when Rhea thought her mother would turn it down, Natalie said,
“Where is he?”
Take Her Mother’s Offer
“Why is he here?” Rhea was surprised to see Ezra leaning against her mother’s car and giving her his signature devilish grin.
“If what you just told me is right, then we need extra protection.” Natalie faced her, “I’m not risking your life for anything, not even for Lukas. You’re my daughter and I’ll do everything to protect you.”
And yes, Rhea had no choice but to narrate the situation to her mother. Although Lukas intended to inform Eric about Richardo, there was no time and then this happened.
“Fine, let him come along then, as far as he doesn’t talk too much,” Rhea said, hurriedly getting into the car. There was no more time to waste, Lukas needed her.
But Ezra rolled his eyes towards heaven, he was older than her for speaking out loud.
“You should get in, my lady,” Ezra gestured for Natalie to go in with her daughter but she disagreed with him.
“No, I should drive while you be on the lookout.”
“Don’t worry, I can do both,” He said, already nudging her into the car and Natalie knew that this couldn’t be argued. So she let him be.
Just before Ezra got into the driver’s seat, he sensed a movement from his peripheral view and stopped, looking in that direction.
…..
“What is it?” Rhea noticed he was distracted and her gaze followed his line of sight but came up with nothing.
“Nothing.” He gave her a sweet smile, but not without looking through the rearview mirror and smirked, settling down in the driver’s seat. He turned the ignition and started the car, carefully driving out of the residence.
Throughout the ride, Rhea was not relaxed and kept tapping her feet against the floor impatiently.
“Instead of worrying anxiously like that, you should call your Ruth, and ensure that everything is set in place for when we arrive. We don’t want to lose any life all because she ran out of medicines, right?”
“Y-yes, you’re right,” Rhea stammered, before picking up her phone and making the call. Unlike her, her mother was calm and collected and Rhea couldn’t help but wonder if Natalie was made that way or simply cultivated such composure over the years. If it wasn’t Victor but her in that condition, would she be this calm?
Her mother’s suggestion helped with Rhea’s anxiety because it kept her busy and on the phone for a while. Not to mention that she was updated on Victor’s condition and, to be honest, it was not encouraging.
According to reports, Victor had been wearing Kevlar for protection while out on this mission, but then how many layers had he been wearing and against how many rounds? For sure, Kevlar is strong and can keep a bullet from penetrating his body, but it cannot prevent blunt-trauma force because it’s flexible.
Ruth claimed he received tears in his internal organ that was squished by the bullet pressing hard into his body before it was stopped. The weapon was a .30 caliber bullet in a cartridge about one inch long. The bullet had fifty percent more energy than most nine-millimole bullets. Not to mention that he was shot in the thigh as well and was bleeding out.