Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas) >>
At once, Rhea bent down and tore a split in her gown to create more space for movements since she was going to battle. With the jacket that reached her thigh, she was really tempted to rip that annoying gown off her body but Rhea wasn’t really confident enough to fight in a thong.
It was while Rhea was trying to take off her heels that she felt a sudden change in the environment. She had hidden in a barely illuminated alleyway using the cover of the night and all she could see were silhouettes and right now, one was behind her.
Rhea gulped yet didn’t show signs of tension, at least she tried not to, else whoever that was behind her might sense she knew of his presence. She continued with what she was doing, taking off her shoes and that was a good plan because those pointy heels were weapons.
As soon as Rhea was up, she didn’t hesitate and swung violently at him. However, that person must have premeditated her move because he dodged her blow while he grabbed her other hand. Before Rhea could find her balance, he already grabbed her hand from behind and pushed her up against the wall.
Rhea let out an “oof” sound at the impact, he wasn’t particularly gentle with her. Her face was pressed against the wall while the man had her hands behind her, getting rid of the heels she still stubbornly clung onto as if she still had a fighting chance.
“No,” Rhea cried out as soon as he took her shoes, that had been her last hope. “You can’t take me to Big Joe, you would have to kill me to do that!” She hissed through gritted teeth.
“Sorry, little thief but you’re not going to your darling Big Joe but my boss, Lukas whom you stole from,” The man snarled, taking the wallet from her pocket and showing it off to her face, confirming that she was a petty thief.
Dread filled Rhea, how did Lukas find her so easily? Aside from that, this was not how she planned it out, he was supposed to be fighting with Kenith over her. Lukas had men with him? This was so unfair.
“Well, now you have the wallet, you can let me go, right?” Rhea hoped, no, begged while still in that uncomfortable position. Gosh, the asshole doesn’t know how to treat a lady.
“Sorry little thief but my boss has more dealings with you and needs one or two conversations with you,” He confessed and that made her brows furrow.
One or two conversations? That doesn’t sound good. She doesn’t even know who Lukas was enough to have a conversation. Gee, she even told him to choke on his coffee.
“And now we leave because trust me, my boss doesn’t have that much of a patience,” He said and was just about to turn her around when Rhea heard a thud, as if someone just dropped to the space beside them. It was followed by a grunt of pain from that man and the next, total silence.
Rhea’s heart sped up, what was going on? She turned around immediately only to see in the faint darkness that the man had fallen and there was another before her with eyes so familiar.
“You -!” That was the last word she had on her lips when something pierced her neck and the next thing, she was surrounded by darkness.
Rhea was on a beach in Fiji, sucking down mojitos and laughing in the sun. She was having the time of her life when suddenly dark clouds gathered around the sky and cast dark shadows over them.
Soon that dark cloud materialized into a hurricane that pursued her and everyone at the beach. Rhea took off, running hard amid the shuffling crowd.
At a point, she watched a man fall to the ground with the others stampeding him to death and that made bile rose to her throat. No, she can’t die like this.
However, as much as Rhea ran, it was not enough and soon enough the hurricane swallowed her up. Rhea found herself swirling and swirling in the spiral mess until suddenly, she found herself in a church.
Rhea abruptly found herself in a church and a wedding gown. What the fuck? But that was the least of her problems because looking to her right was Big Joe standing on a little podium to match her height while a priest stood in front of them.
“My God, what is happening?!” Rhea exclaimed with her mouth opened with shock as she stared around the church.
Kenith was the best man, which was pretty predictable while Cassie seems to be her chief bridesmaid with Chelsea, Rose, and Ashley as her bridesmaids.
In the rows of seats were guests that were unfamiliar to her, although not all because there were her uncle, his wife, and daughter all staring at her with a smug smile. Rhea swore she saw Lukas as well, he waved at her with his usual annoying expression.
Rhea could have looked around more until she heard the priest ask, “Do you, Rhea, take Big Joe, to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.”
Were they kidding her? Why would she marry him? She would rather die than do that. Confidently, Rhea opened her mouth to say, “No,” but what came out of her mouth was a “Yes,”.
Her mouth hung open in shock. What just happened? She wanted to reject the vow, not accept it. It was almost as if she was no longer in control of her mouth.
“And now, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride,” the priest announced and Rhea went into full-blown panic. Oh no, this was not happening.
Big Joe turned to her with an eager smile showing that he couldn’t wait to kiss her while Rhea had a cringe. The more Big Joe’s leaned down, Rhea leaned back and was prepared to flee when a chain suddenly appeared around her neck, nearly suffocating her.
Big Joe pulled on it drawing her closer and Rhea turned around to see that everyone was laughing hysterically, most especially her uncle and his family in a way that made the hairs on her back stand on edge. Their laughter was crazy and did she forget to add, creepy.
Rhea turned to Big Joe still pulling her closer by the chain, his mouth puckered and he was ready to kiss her. But all of a sudden, his mouth grew impossibly large, almost to the size of a monster, and looked ready to swallow her alive. The closer his monstrous mouth came to her, Rhea screamed.
“Hey, Rhea!”
She felt someone call her name and a slight tapping on her cheeks but she was too far into the dream to wake up. Rhea continued to shout and whimper from the terror of the dream she was stuck in.
“Wake up, Rhea!” He barked at her, shaking her vigorously and that did the magic.
Rhea woke up to a pair of hands holding her down and her survival instinct kicked in. Without thinking much, plus the advantageous position she was in, Rhea reached out and kneeled him right in the place where the sun never shines.
That move has always proved effective and it was not surprising when he rolled off her, groaning in pain and giving her time to breathe.
While the man was trying to hold her down, it was almost as if she was drowning and needed to breathe.
Rhea got off the bed and took a long, deep breath into her lungs, her chest heaving as if she ran a marathon. She still had no clue what was going on here nor how she got here.
Then it hit her as she remembered last night’s encounter and those blue electrifying one.
“Oh my God!” She gasped, “Elijah!”
Rhea rushed over to the bed when Elijah was on his back in the bed clutching a certain area of his body, still moaning in pain.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” Rhea took off his hand, trying to access the level of damage she had done on him.
“I didn’t mean to!” Rhea was so filled with guilt that she didn’t know when she touched him down there and when she realized what she did, jerked away from him with wide eyes.
What the fuck was wrong with her? She wished the ground could open up and swallow her whole. Rhea was so embarrassed.
“Just give me a minute, I’ll survive,” Elijah said to her through gritted teeth. So much for trying to help her.
Hence Rhea could only chew on her teeth helplessly as she waited for Elijah to recover from the attack she inflicted on him.
While he was in the middle of “recovering”, Rhea took that opportunity to observe him.
As expected, Elijah hid his face from her again and unlike the other time where he was wearing a mask, he had face paint.