Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas) >>
Rhea forgot that the world existed anymore as she was high at the moment. And it was in the middle of jumping up and down, whipping her head back and front that her gaze fell on him.
He drew her to him like a moth to a flame and she couldn’t take her gaze away even if she wanted. What was he even doing here?
She saw him whisper some words to the men with him and they dispersed like wildfires. While Rose and the others were still dancing, Rhea discovered something else, the tension in the air was thick. Something didn’t seem right.
Like a psychopath immersed with his target, Rhea studied Lukas and followed his gaze even when it rested on Kenith leaning over the balustrade from upstairs. She saw everything; the way Kenith’s face distorted as soon as he saw Lukas and Lukas looking away as if he didn’t want to be seen.
Just like her keen senses detected at the café that day, Rhea knew there was something dark and dangerous about Lukas, and now she confirmed that he was a criminal or something, she had to stay away from him….. or maybe not.
Rhea turned fully this time. Maybe this was the sign she has been waiting for all this while. She doubted Ruth sent him to help but she based Ruth helping her out on hypothesis, what if help is not coming at all? She couldn’t just sit down and wait for help to come, she had to create one and this was the time she had been waiting for.
She knew how dangerous her plan was, however, it was better to die in the hands of a handsome stranger than to be in a sad marriage where she has no freedom forever.
“Rhea, where are you going?” Chelsea asked as soon as she made a move.
“Hook up with a sexy stranger,” Rhea winked at her.
At first, there was a look of shock on Chelsea’s face however it slowly changed into a naughty grin and the girl slowly resumed her dancing.
Honestly, Rhea felt guilty. She knew the girls would be tortured about her whereabouts – that is if she does escape successfully. She just prayed they were valuable enough for Big Joe not to have them killed.
Her cousin, Costanza? Rhea didn’t give a fuck about that one. She made her bed, sleep on it.
As soon as Rhea began to walk towards him, Lukas turned around and her heart skipped a beat, a soft gasp leaving her lips.
It was almost as if she was in a speeding car that collided with a trailer, the impact knocking the breath out of her lungs – and of course, she dies.
How could someone be so good-looking?
His gray eyes seemed to penetrate through her like x-rays and to be honest, it wasn’t just about the looks that drew her to him. His aura was dark yet exciting like an aphrodisiac. Shit, what the hell was she even talking about?
Rhea almost lost her confidence when their gaze connected, however, seeing his dazed expression boosted her and she sashayed over to him. However, as she walked on, her gaze somehow met with Kenith’s and she understood he knew her plan and as a matter of fact, was climbing down the stairs in a hurry.
Oh no.
Rhea hastened her steps immediately, this was no time to play beauty queen. Her life was on the line here and thankfully, the handsome stranger has not made a move yet. If anything, he was watching her with amusement.
Lukas was fascinated, the girl he came to capture was coming to him on her own? The innocent prey offering herself willingly to the predator? This could only be a miracle.
He kept on watching her until she stopped right in front of him. Lukas tilted his head challengingly, expecting her to be the first to speak up. However, to his greatest surprise, Rhea pulled him to her body and hugged him.
Lukas almost reacted by instinct, ready to defend himself when she raised her hand thinking she was about to attack him. However, he didn’t know what attack was more lethal at the moment, the physical or emotional attack because when Rhea hugged him, he just stiffened up.
What the fuck was this redhead doing? Does she know that people who dared to touch his body without permission ended up dead? You do know she could be nothing but an assassin sent to lower your guards and then end you, his mind told him. Yet Lukas didn’t say a word and was motionless until he heard her melodious voice whisper into his ears,
“You didn’t choke on your coffee?”
Laughter almost escaped his lips, she still remembered that? But before he could make a comeback for his comment, Rhea vanished into the crowd. Lukas turned around and all he could see were bodies of dancing people with no trace of the girl.
“She’s close, check out every entrance,” Lukas muttered into his intercom to his men when Kenith arrived and he intentionally blocked his path.
Kenith looked down at the man blocking his way and recognized him as the man who Rhea hugged. He looked really familiar but he couldn’t tell where exactly he had seen him. But Rhea was a more important task than his identity, so he pushed past him only for the man to resist his movement.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Kenith glared down at him.
However, Lukas was far lost in thought because when Kenith pushed into him, he felt a certain pocket in his trouser was empty. He at once dipped his hand into his pocket and came up with nothing.
Oh no.
Rage filled Lukas and he was close to grabbing Kenith and demanding he give back his wallet when common sense told him he was not the one with the wallet. He was sure of his wallet being with him until a certain redhead hugged him.
That redhead.
At once Lukas’s brows furrowed and his jaw ticked.
Wait till he gets his hand on that petty thief.
Rhea knew they would come for her – including the handsome man she just stole from – and ran hard for her life. Why had she stolen from Lukas though?
To create a diversion. Lukas didn’t look like an ordinary man and would want to have her before Kenith does. Luckily for her, Kenith was too proud and conceited and would never hand her over to him. You could only imagine what happens afterward, a fight between both men? While they’re engrossed fighting it out, she would make her escape – that is if she does get caught.
Moreover, she also took his wallet to cover her expenses. If Rhea was going to survive the night and days ahead, enough to connect with Ruth and come up with a plan to leave this country, she needed money. Sadly, the only thing she had on her was Big Joe’s black card which she couldn’t use unless she wanted to be tracked down. But then, luck was on her side because Lukas was loaded. God bless his soul.
Rhea wasn’t stupid enough to go through the VIP entrance nor the normal one, that would be the first place they would search for her. So that left her with one option, the emergency exit.
Every building had one and Rhea had stolen, no, slipped a jacket from an unobserving drinker. The jacket had been spread over the top rail of the chair and the man had his back turned to her drinking with a woman by his side when Rhea passed by him and the material vanished instantly. The poor fool didn’t even notice it.
The jacket had a hood which Rhea was grateful for and so she hid her face while navigating around the club, trying to find the exit. Rhea knew the more time she spent here, the harder it would be to leave since they would have all exits blocked.
Lucky for her while going through the small hallway assigned for staff, she saw the safety sign and floor markings that led her to the side-hinged doors.
The door was not closed and Rhea pushed it open with a grunt and was directly led outside to her utmost joy. She could finally taste freedom. However, that joy was short-lived because an alarm blared straight into her ears and she knew at once she was in trouble.
Oh no.
Rhea didn’t waste a second and sprinted into a run. The club was not located along the main road else she would have easily found a taxi that would take her away from here. So Rhea was left running across the street and dodging into alleyways for cover.
The security alarm drew Big Joe’s men to the exit like bees to a honeycomb and even without seeing them, Rhea could hear them from her hiding place as Kenith barked orders to find her at all cost.
Cold chills run down Rhea’s back, she didn’t put all of her efforts into escaping only to be caught and dumped back into that hell hole once again. She would rather die than get captured.