Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
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But the fire in his blue gaze stopped her short. Elijah now loathed her, he doesn’t love her anymore.
“No! You have to hear me out!” She finally screamed when he turned to leave.
Rhea tried to scramble down the bed but she realized she was naked and pulled on the shit to cover herself not caring that Lukas’s nakedness was revealed.
“Elijah, wait!” She cried while going after him just as something curled around her ankles, stopping her from making another move.
It was something out of a horror movie, Rhea looked back to discover that Lukas’s hand had stretched to an abnormal length and his unnatural hand wrapped around her ankle.
Rhea shrieked, not only out of fear but despair, she had to catch up with Elijah before it was too late. Before he finally leaves her.
But Lukas’s weird hand curled around her ankle tighter no matter how strongly she struggled and to make it worse, his other hand elongated and wrapped around her torso.
Perhaps if it was in a fantasy movie, this ability of his would have seemed magical. But now he was separating her from the love of her life, it all seemed creepy.
“Please!” She cried, begging Lukas to let her go so she could meet Elijah. But he wouldn’t, if anything, Lukas began to laugh. He released a villainous guffaw that made the hairs on her body stand on edge.
That was how Elijah disappeared from her life once again and she was unable to stop him. Tears filled her eyes while Lukas’s evil laughter became louder.
“Stop it!” Rhea told him, bringing her hands to her ears as if to block him out. She hated him; she hated him with every fiber of her being.
He caused her Elijah.
Every bad thing that happened to her was because of him. He was the devil that had her tied down with no way to escape.
“Just stop it!” She screamed with all of her might.
Rhea woke up with a start, a small scream at the base of her throat. Sweat beaded her forehead and judging from the dryness in her throat, she figured out she has been having a bad dream.
“Thank God it was just a dream,” Rhea let out a shuddering breath.
The thought of Elijah catching her right in the act with Lukas sent goosebumps down her arm. She was crazy to have let him touch her earlier and she had indulged him without thinking about the consequences.
But that would not happen any longer, her head was clear now. She belonged to Elijah and would not dishonor him by letting Lukas touch her.
The next time, Lukas would have to her to get to her because the feelings wouldn’t be consensual. She’d see if the great Lukas would stoop so low just to get a woman.
Getting up with a grunt, Rhea realized she was still in Lukas’s room and she must have cried herself to sleep. No wonder she had such nightmares. Whenever she has an “eventful” day, it always manifests in the form of nightmares.
The staff did a good job at cleaning up because the room looked as good as new. It didn’t even look as if she wrecked anything because the properties were replaced.
Rhea snorted derisively, if he had enough money to replace them, why did he still punish her? To show her he was the big bad alpha? Or does he just like the feel of her butt?
Her core clenched and for a moment, Rhea was taken back to that moment Lukas had his finger inside of her.
Damn it!
It was these shitty thoughts that led her into this mess in the first place. She had to erase the thoughts of any form of intimacy with Lukas out of her mind – because it won’t happen again.
Dusk has fallen and the fluorescent bulbs shone brighter. Rhea didn’t bother going through the door knowing it would be locked so she decided to have a tour of her limited space.
Apart from the bathroom, closet and the locked balcony, Rhea was shocked to discover that there was another room. In her haste to bring Lukas’s ass down here earlier, she had not seen that one.
Call it instinct but Rhea had a feeling that this room contained Lukas’s secrets – or a precious piece that she could steal and hurt him the same way he hurt her.
An evil smile moved Rhea’s lips to the side and she set to work immediately. And not surprising, the door was locked. That confirmed her suspicion, something precious was being kept here.
“I would have to pick the lock,” Rhea thought in her head as she pulled on the knob.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” A voice suddenly said and Rhea whipped around with speed, clearly startled by that unannounced presence.
It was a man.
And no, it wasn’t Lukas – to her relief.
He shared the same gray ones with Lukas and both must be related, however, unlike Lukas’s eyes which were always filled with savagery, this one spelt mischief. She had to be careful with this one even though he appeared all innocent and cute.
And now Rhea thought about it, he did look familiar as if she had seen him somewhere before now.
The memory struck her.
Oh.
He was the one who appeared in the room with Lukas before he spanked her ass red.
Wonderful, he was one of them.
“It was a miracle he kept you alive after wrecking his room. But that one? He would hack you to death if you dared go in there. There’s so much a man can take and that door is Lukas’s limit. Don’t do it, your blood would be hard to clean up afterwards,”
Rhea gulped down a lump at those words that sent shivers down her spine. All she could think was Lukas killing a person in the way he just described. It seemed she had forgotten she was dealing with a Mafia Lord.
“You males have a habit of popping in unannounced,” Rhea hinted to the fact she didn’t hear his footsteps or the door creak when he came in.
“The doors are oiled regularly and it isn’t exactly hard to walk stealthily and I heard….” His gaze roved over her body as if accessing her ability, “that you’re good at taking things that are not given to you. It’s a good skill you got there,”
“Thank you?” Rhea was slightly dazed. This was the first time that someone was telling her that stealing was a good thing.
He went on, “If you want, I can teach you how to move undiscovered and who knows, we might became besties,”
“Besties?” Rhea fought the urge to roll her eyes. Who was he kidding by giving her false hope when she clearly knew they would be shipping her away soon.
“No, thank you,” she rejected him, flatly.
“Don’t worry, you can go over the offer and where is my damn manners,” He straightened up with a charming smile, “I’m Victor, cousin, and consigliere to the asshole who has not been treating you the way a lady should be treated,”
Rhea narrowed her gaze at Victor, she thinks she’s going to like this one. How sweet it would have been if he was the crime lord, he seemed much reasonable to talk to. Who knows, with a deal or two, he would have given her the freedom she wanted.