Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
“Rhea!” He called through gritted teeth.
“Please,” She begged with her back still turned to him, “Just a little more time outside,”
Lukas was quiet for a moment before he said to her, “Sit up then,”
“What?” she squeaked, turning to peer at him over her shoulder.
“If you want to lie here like a stray cat, then you would have to wear my clothe properly,” He told her.
“Oh.” Rhea sat up immediately and tried to pull the polo but Lukas snatched it from her.
“Hands up,” He commanded her.
Rhea blinked, staring at him as if he suddenly grew two heads, “What are you doing?”
“Don’t fight me over this, Rhea. I’m honestly tired of it. So just be a good girl and raise your hands,” for daddy, his dirty mind completed for him.
“Stupid!” Lukas scolded his mind that could convert even the purest of actions into a raunchy one. He really needed holy water for thorough cleansing in the house of the Lord.
Rhea was tired as well and didn’t even realize she had stopped crying until she raised her hand so Lukas could slip the polo over her head and through the arms.
Honestly speaking, she felt better after crying. It was almost as if a weight was lifted off her chest and she could breathe better now. Her head was much clearer, and all she needed now was rest.
When Lukas was done, Rhea took over the role of pushing down the polo down her thighs where it stopped.
Truth be told, she was very cold earlier but she didn’t want to say it out else Lukas insists on dragging her ass inside. So she decided to endure – until he decided to be a gentleman for once.
After she was done, Rhea glanced up and found Lukas staring at her as well.
“Thank you,” The words left her lips before she could even stop it.
“It’s nothing,” He gave her a gruff answer and that was all the reminder Rhea needed to mind her business.
Thanks to his harsh tone, she thought he was back to his cold-hearted and aloof personality, so she laid down on the lawn once again with her back turned to him without knowing that Lukas was just struggling to control himself.
It had taken Lukas everything not to stare down at her cleavage while he put that polo on her. He must be a sucker for pain. He knew how much his body reacted to Rhea yet he kept getting closer to her.
He noticed her shiver out of the corner of his eyes and said, “You’re still cold?”
Rhea bit on her lips before answering, “A little?”
Whatever else Lukas muttered, Rhea couldn’t understand because he spoke it in a foreign language. But what she felt next was a warm and strong body next to her while his arm encircled her waist, pulling her close to his chest till they were literally spooning.
Her eyes grew wide while a shocked gasp left her lips, “What are you doing? We said no -“
“Either this or we’re going inside,” He added immediately, “You can’t be wearing my clothe and expect me to die from the cold,” Lukas complained.
Rhea pouted, “I didn’t ask you to give me your clothe,” while playing with her fingers. Their position was really awkward yet relaxing. It was hard to believe that this was the same Lukas from moments ago. So he did have a soft side.
“Just enjoy the prace for once, Rhea,” Lukas released a deep warm breath that hit her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
Lukas pretended not to have noticed her reaction and said, “I never thought my field could be soft and comfortable until now. I should applause you for finding me a good hobby,”
“You are going to repeat this tomorrow?” She asked, purely out of curiosity.
“If I have the time? Yes. But unlike you, I would come with a mat,”
Rhea chuckled and Lukas liked that.
She should laugh more often, he didn’t say it out though.
“You should sleep now,” He told her, tightening his hold around her waist so his hands doesn’t go somewhere else.
“Sleep? What if we really sleep and die from extreme cold?” She was stunned.
“This is not winter, Rhea and we’re sharing body heat. Nonetheless, even if we die this way, I’m sure hell would not be able to contain the both of us,” he said. They would continue their battles down there.
She didn’t say anything afterward and Lukas appreciated the silence especially now he was fighting his sexual desires.
Lukas knew Rhea would not resist him if he wanted to take things a little further especially now she’s emotionally drained. But he was respecting her decision. He was trying to comfort her.
So while Rhea fell asleep feeling warm and protected, Lukas was battling a face full of hair, a dead arm, and an awkward boner.
This changes nothing between them, Lukas thought even as Rhea lay asleep in his arms as he carried her into her, no, his room.
Where was he going to sleep tonight?
Don’t get him wrong, Lukas had a lot of empty rooms but he preferred this one to others because of the resources he put in while decorating it. His bed especially was so soft that one would think he or she was floating on clouds while lying on it.
Don’t stare at him that way, it’s his money and he decides what to do with it?
Even as Lukas came into the house, he made sure to look out for his men – he didn’t want them to misunderstand him carrying Rhea. But then since when did he begin to care about what his subordinates would say?
This was not the first time he had a lady in his arms in their presence – usually, his dates would hook their hand around his arm and not him – Lukas – carrying them off their feet into his room.
His men would think he was taking her to bed. Surely, it wasn’t a crime to take his enemy to bed, right? Except that in the past, it was all a pretense and he – Lukas – would end his enemies life on the bed before they even think of undressing him.
Whatever! Lukas thought as he carried Rhea into the house. If they had a problem with him carrying Rhea, they should come to him – and he would increase their workload.
But then Lukas was worrying over nothing because most of the men he met inside were dead drunk while the others were so drunk, they couldn’t even recognize him.
…..
Lukas sighed, they were all a goner if an enemy gang decided to attack at this moment – all thanks to Victor. Tsk Tsk. The great Luciano clan, his ass!
However, his brows couldn’t help but furrow when he saw the stains on his rug, the walls, broken vases, and a few ruined items. Even a woman’s panty was hanging on the chandelier. His precious chandelier?!
Oh no.