Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
This man was no other than Jeremy, the young man who had shown that video to Kenith earlier in the day. If one took a good look at him now, you would notice that he looked flushed and kept pacing up and down the building anxiously.
“Why isn’t he coming?” He murmured, irritably. Jeremy had bloodshot eyes and he kept scratching his arms as if it was itching him.
“Please come,” Jeremy was in the middle of a breakdown and his gaze roved over the place trying to confirm if he was indeed in the right place.
Almost immediately, a man stepped out of the shadows. This man was no other than Elijah who had been hiding and observing Jeremy and his surroundings, trying to see if the idiot had betrayed him or attracted unnecessary attention.
“You’re here,” Elijah announced his presence and Jeremy turned to him, his gaze lighting up as if he had seen his messiah.
However, his mood changed at the same time and he raised his voice on Elijah, “You kept me waiting,”
Elijah raised his brows in question, his expression suddenly dark, “That was disrespectful,”
…..
At once, Jeremy gulped and lowered his head in fear knowing what Elijah was capable of. However, the craving inside of him needed to be satisfied so he said meekly instead, “I’m sorry, sir, it’s just that I cannot endure anymore. I need it now,” He pleaded desperately.
“Sure, you would get it,” Elijah said and as if he was teasing him, lifted a small waterproof pouch that was full of a white substance.
The instant Jeremy saw it, his eyes widened and he literally salivated the way dogs do.
He didn’t even know when he took a step forward only for Elijah to stop him in his tracks.
“A-ah, you are not getting this until I get what I want,” He told him.
Jeremy growled at him, “But I already informed Big Joe of Rhea’s return as you wanted! What else again?!” He didn’t mean to shout but he couldn’t help it. He could barely concentrate and had to hold his palm because of the tremors.
“Tell me more,” Elijah wanted more updates.
“I don’t have any,” Jeremy said but he was a bad liar seeing he couldn’t look Elijah in the eyes, or perhaps, it was his addictions acting up.
Elijah chuckled, fishing for information, “Oh, we both know you know more than you’re letting out,”
Jeremy had a miserable look, he said, “Fine, there’s more but it’s not worth it. You already know all that it’s to know, It’s just that Kenith… I think he’s having a secret relationship with one of the girls there. I found out this morning, “he confessed.
“Kenith and a girl,” Elijah murmured, deep in thought. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. Well, he would never have a good feeling about all of this until Rhea was back with him.
It was a failure on his part not to have protected her properly, however, if she had been truthful with him from the beginning, he would have come up with a better life. How was he to know that Lukas was interested in her as well?
By now, they should be having a family, however, all of that was gone with the wind.
But Elijah was not discouraged, he promised to give Rhea a better life and he would do that. Once she’s back, he would give her the kingdom she deserved. Rhea would be his queen and he would treat her well.
Elijah knew it was much better to get Rhea out when she’s with the Red Giant than in Lukas’s territory especially when he’s expecting him. It would be a battle to the death, unfortunately, he wanted to live – live with Rhea.
Nor did Elijah trust Lukas around his woman. He knew what kind of man Lukas was and his ability and Elijah wasn’t so confident Rhea would be able to fight off his charms. He had to get her out as soon as possible.
“I want you to do something for me,” Elijah told him.
“After you give me what I asked for,” Jeremy insisted, nose flaring. It was a miracle he hadn’t lurched at Elijah and snatched the drugs from him. He was close to doing just that.
“Fine,” Elijah said and tossed the pouch towards him that Jeremy caught and tore open with rapid speed as if his life depended on it.
He poured some of the substance into the palm of his hand and began to snort it.
Elijah didn’t do anything, he simply stood there and took in the scene with his arms wrapped across his chest. This was the reason why he was confident Jeremy wouldn’t betray him until he was done with him.
Drug addicts valued their stuff more than loyalty and fortunately, he was his supplier. The asshole tried stopping it without proper care – he would be demoted from the gang if they had a clue he suffered substance abuse.
Gangs were all known for the bad stuff, however, they had no use for a wild card that brings them nothing but liabilities. Did he forget to mention that the young man was wallowing in debts from gambling as well?
To keep up with his lifestyle, he had sold practically everything to purchase the substances that gave him the high he needed. Elijah found him and decided his value – just the same way he would dispose of him when he outlived his use.
It took a few moments but when Jeremy looked up, he was like a completely different person. He was smiling now and full of life.
He said to Elijah, “You said something about an errand,”
Elijah smiled back, “Let’s do business, shall we?”
Allergic To Poverty
“Young miss,”
Clara was interrupted from her work by one of the staff.
“What is it?” She asked, looking away from her laptop for a split second.
“Luther is here,”
“Luther is here?!” She shrieked, her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Why are you telling me this now?!” Clara shrieked, jerking up from her bed immediately, and rushed to the mirror where she began to examine her appearance.
The woman smiled at the Young Miss attitude yet didn’t say anything.
Clara began to run her hand through her hair, trying to smoothen it but it still wasn’t enough for her. She turned to the staff at once, “Keep him company, I’ll be down in a jiffy,”
The staff didn’t need to be told what to do because this wasn’t the first time Clara was excited at Luther’s visit. She simply bowed and left.
…..
“Gosh, there’s no more time,” Clara panicked as she rushed into the bathroom where she washed her face in the sink, then hurried back to her room.
Seated in front of her dresser, Clara touched a light makeup on her face before running a comb through her hair. After confirming her dress wasn’t rumbled or inappropriate, she popped a breath mint in her mouth and left her room.
Clara strutted down the stairs and went into the receiving room where Luther was waiting for him with a bouquet of flowers.
“Hi,” she waved at him shyly, a blush creeping up her face and God knew if Lukas had been here to view this scene, he would have vomited blood.