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“Now, that’s better,” The collector smirked at Costanza whose scream was muffled, before turning to Rhea whose heart leaped out of her chest. Was he going to gag her as well?
“Now, let me speak to the reasonable one in the family,” He said.
“Oh,” That was unexpected.
“Your father pledged this house as collateral. Now his payment is overdue, I should collect, right?” he was teasing her, trying to see what her reaction would be nor did Rhea bother to clear his assumption of her being her uncle’s daughter.
“Of course you should take the house, a deal is a deal,” Rhea replied. She was dealing with a criminal here and had to think like one.
“You ingrate!” her aunt fired up upon hearing her comment, “I should have known this is how you would reward me for raising you!”
“Gag her as well,” Mr. Collector ordered without even as much as a glance her aunt’s way.
“What?!” the woman couldn’t believe what she just heard, “Hey! Don’t touch me! Don’t you know I’m an elder!” yet her protest fell on deaf ears. They tied her mouth the same way they did to her daughter.
For some strange reason, the scene made Rhea feel good. It was not every day she gets to see her uncle’s family in a discomfiting situation. It was satisfying. This little punishment was nothing compared to the years they maltreated her.
“You know,” the collector brought her attention back, “You could solve your family’s problem easily,”
“What? I could?” her eyes shone with hope, “That is possible? How?” she couldn’t wait to hear his suggestion.
However, Rhea narrowed her gaze at him when he reached out and grabbed her chin in a not-so-tight vice, checking her out, “You’re a very beautiful woman mademoiselle and our boss Big Joe is in need of a wife. You would make a beautiful bride, what do you say to that?” He sounded hopeful.
Rhea couldn’t understand how things could turn around that quickly. One moment she was thinking of saving her uncle’s family and the next, she was being proposed to?
“No,” was her answer. Another firm reply, “No, I’m not offering myself nor my body to this Big Joe or whatever you called him. Now get your hands off me!” She shot him a glare that would have vaporized the man on the spot if that was possible.
“You have a temper as well, spitfire, I’m sure Big Joe would love that…” He let her go, “Now, how do we get our money? My patience has run out,” his gaze darkened, hinting of the storm brewing if they didn’t provide what he wanted.
“Give us some time,” Rhea pleaded.
“Time?” He chuckled, the mere sound sending shivers down her spine, “That I don’t have anymore,”
“Please, I’ll make sure my Uncle provides the money,”
The man gestured, “I don’t see your uncle anywhere – thought he was your father by the way,”
“Well, you thought wrong,” He wasn’t the first person that thought so anyway. Her uncle’s family had a way with their pretense that could even fool a trickster; they assumed one happy household.
Rhea continued, “My uncle is away on a trip. He wouldn’t abandon his family.” she hoped so, else she’s toasted. It was not hard to notice the Collector had eyes for her.
“Fine.” The collector gave a sign and his men straightened up, the fight in them vanishing.
The collector turned to her saying, “We’ll be gone but we’ll be back,” his tone held a dark promise, “Let’s go, boys!”
And just like that, they left the room one after the other until there wasn’t a trace of them. But the ruins that lay in their wake remained. Rhea released a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, the worst was over. Or so she thought.
***
A young man nonchalantly sang along to the music playing out from his cellphone. He threw a piece of gummy candy into the air and caught it inside his mouth while the anguished howl of a man rang out in the hall. However, he didn’t seem to mind, instead, the sound of his pain excited him; it made his blood throb.
They were obviously in some sort of basement that was poorly illuminated while a man was tied to a chair screaming out his lungs as his torturers burnt his skin with cigarettes. An excruciating scream left the man’s mouth, he felt like dying yet they wouldn’t let him die.
Why would they? He laughed inwardly. This was Lukas he was dealing with, the heartless, ruthless, psychopathic Mafia Lord of the Luciano clan. A family who conducts themselves as businessmen but in reality are a bunch of killers walking around in expensive suits and dresses.
“Three times you can bite me,” Lukas continued with his singing amid the inhumane shriek from the tortured soul – a scream even capable of waking the dead from their slumber. However, the man simply swiped at his blonde lock that had fallen across his face.
…..
Lukas was breathtakingly handsome – even a blind man could see that – the same innocuous look that has sent many to their grave. Unlike the rough but attractive features of most males, he was the opposite of that, Lukas could be described as effeminate. He looked as harmless as a dove and it was those innocent features that had made many people estimate him only to end up with a bullet in their forehead.
Lips as red as wine, thick sexy eyelashes,s and a head full of tousled blonde locks with rare grey eyes that appeared green or sometimes blue under the sunlight; Lukas was gorgeous. His jawbones angles were shaped nor did he grow a beard to rule out his delicate look. The man learned to embrace this delicate side of him and turned it into a weapon, he was a trained seducer who could get what he wanted from women and his male counterpart effortlessly.
Tall yet proportionally lean, Lukas had the body of a professional model, that if it wasn’t for unsmiling face and fierce piercing gaze, plus his fear-inspiring bodyguards, he would have been sought out by talent scouts already. However, that cute face was not to be trifled with.
Suddenly the song ended and none played afterward. Silence would have reigned if not for the scream of affliction from their captive.
“Are we done?” Lukas asked, taking off his gold-rimmed glasses. He was dressed in a high-class sophisticated suit which was a huge contrast against this kind of setting. However, no one was complaining – he was the boss.
“No sir, he’s still not confessing,” One of his men answered while the man continued to wail.
Lukas sighed, “I can’t believe I have to do everything by myself,” He rose to his feet and snatched the report from the man’s hands, simply glancing over it.
With a hand in his pocket, Lukas gracefully strode over to his prisoner. His men upon noticing his arrival, stopped their torture and made space for him.
“You look good Peter,” Lukas gave him a casual look, his words dripping with sarcasm. The man was bloody from his head to the sole of his feet.
“Lukas,” Peter spoke through gritted teeth, anguish in his heart. How he wished he could rip off the man’s face right now.
“Let’s have a simple conversation, Peter, shall we? I’m kind of a magnanimous man,” Lukas said and even without gesturing to his men, his chair was brought over.
Lukas sat down, crossing his leg over the other without breaking his gaze with Peter who staring fiercely at him, resentment obvious in his gaze.
Seated comfortably, Lukas began, “Where are my guns, Peter?” A whole arsenal of weapons had been stolen by one of his own people and he wasn’t happy about that.
Peter shot him a look of disdain, “Like I would tell you,”