Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
In the end, Clara injected extra elegance into her style like a fashion pro. On her way down, she kept receiving praises from her staff who claimed she looked like a goddess.
Clara was pleased with the praise, which meant the purpose of her dressing up this way was working. So she walked with her head held up to the lawn where Lukas’s ride was already waiting for her.
The chauffeur got out and held the door open for her and even before she got into that car, Clara sensed Lukas’s gaze on her.
It got so intense that even after she was seated comfortably, Lukas still hasn’t taken his eyes off her, and the worst part? She couldn’t tell if he was blown away by her beauty like the others or scorning her inwardly.
Clara sighed, taking her glasses, “You can just tell me I look pretty than boring a hole in my head,” She was proud of her handwork.
“How would the family of the deceased perceive your condolences when you look like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine?” Lukas dropped the question that left her stunned.
“What?” Clara couldn’t understand what he meant by that and when she finally did, she rolled her eyes towards heaven. What was she even expecting from him anyway? That he would notice her?
“That’s their cup of tea, it’s not my fault that I’m wealthy,” She said, looking away.
It wasn’t even a minute and the tension between them had already begun to stretch. She was right, he was not even worth her attention. Not that she needed his attention anyway.
Lukas didn’t say anything and only shook his head with a sigh. He was not against her dressing up well – he was wearing a suit – but it was over the top. It was just a simple condolence visit to the family of the deceased, nobody was going there to show off. He was going to compensate the family of his men that died as a result of Elijah’s vendetta.
The main funeral was for the Caporegime he lost. Soon enough, another member would be promoted to take his place, yet it was a big loss and other members of the gang would be present to pay their respects.
A Caporegime is the head of a branch of the gang who commands a crew of soldiers and reports directly to Lukas, the boss.
“Nonetheless, you’re pretty,”
Clara’s head whipped around so fast she almost snapped her head when she heard that.
She turned to Lukas with shock, “Did you just say something? I thought I heard you say I’m pretty,”
However, Lukas’s response to her question was to pick the magazine by his side and flip it open. Clara must be out of her mind to think he would say that twice. She wasn’t even prettier than Redhead, his chihuahua.
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Note – The typical structure within the Mafia is usually as follows; The Boss of all bosses; the underboss, second in command; consigliere, the adviser to the boss of a crime family; Caporegime, known as a captain; Soldato – Also known as a soldier, is the lowest level of mobster or gangster; Associate – a person who is not a soldier in a crime family, but works for them and shares in the execution of and profits from the criminal enterprise.
Thank Her In Person
Mimi woke up with a wince, her neck, no, the whole of her body hurt like hell. Why does she feel like a truck hit her, then knock her aside to the concrete road before running her over once again? What the hell happened?
As if she jinxed her luck, the memories of the day came back and her eyes widened at once. Rhea was taken by those bad guys? Oh no!
Mimi tried standing up but the pain in her body couldn’t even let her lift her head. What was going on?
If only Mimi knew that out of resentment, because Lukas kept Victor from attending the funeral with him – which he was supposed to as his consigliere – Victor had presented Mimi on a platter of gold to Samson.
But then Samson must have found Mimi unappealing because he only kicked and moved her body while sniffing. Unfortunately for Mimi, the rolling from side to side meant she bumped into things – and walls.
So when Samson didn’t “eat” Mimi, Victor had no choice but to take her away, else they become best of buddies and she steals Samson’s attention from Lukas. Trust him, his cousin was quite petty sometimes and that involved sharing the things he liked.
With a deep groan, Mimi finally lifted herself only to discover she couldn’t move her hands because it was cuffed to the headboard.
“What the hell?” Her eyes were filled with puzzlement and slight fear. Who chained her to the bed? She hoped it wasn’t some kinky maniac? And her fears increased the more because there was only one kinky manic in this place – and the room was all too familiar.
As if she conjured his presence, the door clicked open and her worst nightmare walked in with a goofy smile on his face.
…..
Of course, what was she expecting? It was exactly as she thought!
Victor.
“How do you feel, love? Was the sleep adequate?” He asked her casually as if they were the best of buddies and he didn’t knock her out earlier.
Mimi glared at Victor so intensely that if eyes were bullets, his body, soul, and spirit would have been killed all at once. She hated him so much that she would gouge out his eyes if her hands were not restrained.
“Please, don’t stare at me that way love, it breaks my heart,” He said dramatically, a hand on his chest.
Mimi gave him a smile that didn’t touch her eyes, “What do you think, love? I’m only admiring your handsomeness. So why don’t you unchain my hands and we can have a proper conversation,” She said charmingly, lifting her hands for him to consider her offer.
Victor smiled down at her, “I see what you’re doing,” He pointed at her, shaking his head in amusement.
He then pulled the seat on his side closer to the bed and was about to sit down when Mimi without warning, lifted herself on her arm and tried to kick him on the head.
However, Victor who had already witnessed her violent nature firsthand was prepared and caught her leg with a scowl.
Uh-oh, Mimi gulped down a huge lump in her throat.
“Why don’t we for once try to have a proper conversation like civilized humans and not beast, woman!” Victor hissed through gritted teeth.
He was tired of her always hitting him and why was he even taking that shit from her. He was Victor for christ’s sake!
“Sure, let go of my leg then and I would consider,”
“Like I’m stupid,” He retorted, knowing what she was capable of doing.
“In that case, let’s see who gets tired then,” Mimi said with a devilish smile and positioned herself properly on the bed. Thankfully, she was in pants so her lady parts were not exposed in that awkward pose.
The girl was crazy, that was the first thought that came to Victor’s head when he saw the way she adjusted her position and laid back on the bed. He took a deep breath, Lukas would surely pay for this!
There was an intense staredown between Victor and Mimi, the both of them looking like wrestlers on the ring as they observed their opponent’s moves. His grip on her ankle slowly loosened and Victor was still contemplating whether this was the right choice when he finally let go.
But like a viper, Mimi struck once again but Victor was faster because this was a trap and she fell right into it.
“Hit me once again and I’ll swear you won’t be able to walk with your leg ever again,” He threatened her.
Mimi gawked at Victor, was he serious? However, his dark and apathetic look made her realize he wasn’t joking at all. So when he released her leg once more, she didn’t fight back and let him be. But the death glare she gave him made a big statement.
Victor sat by the bedside with his arms wrapped across his chest. He stared at that gangster woman on his bed wondering what to do with her? He didn’t return home to be a babysitter.