Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
“Sure,” Kenith said, bowing his head and was ready to leave when Big Joe said, “Also,”
Kenith turned to him.
“Don’t mess this up else I might begin to review your usefulness to me,” there was a note of warning in his tone.
“Of course, boss,” Kenith was more formal this time. He took a bow and was leaving the room when he heard the sound of gunshots and knew without a doubt that Big Joe was punishing his men that failed to capture Rhea.
Amid the pain in his leg, Kenith kept walking properly until he got into his office and with an anguished roar, swept everything on his desk to the ground.
Kenith screamed and tossed and kicked anything in his way till his office was a mess. How could this happen now he was closer to his plan?! If only she had stayed still!
He grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled tight, recalling the humiliation he had undergone in the hands of big Joe. How dare him?
One might ask, how could Big Joe who had a disadvantage with his height able to lead the gang? Well, he had massive gangsters, which Kenith has been converting to his side one after the other.
It was time that the Red Giant gang had a change of power and a capable leader at that. He was the reason their gang has been on top for the past years now and he – Big Joe – dared to threaten him with the position.
All Big Joe does was to gloat around with the glory of the gang while he does all the work behind the scene. But that was over, no, all this shit would have been over if Rhea had just remained still.
Kenith planned to use Rhea to bring Big Joe down. At first, he tried to make Rhea fall in love with him, enough to make her kill Big Joe at his suggestion with the promise they both would flee afterward to a faraway place where no one would find them and settle down.
However, Rhea was not as stupid as he thought and had her own plans, sticking to Big Joe’s side and limiting their amount of communication. So he just decided to poison Big Joe and pin the murder on her on their wedding day.
The plan was perfect and Rhea was the perfect scapegoat.
‘Resentful bride kidnapped from her home and forced to marry creditor, kills husband,’
No one would suspect it was all his handwork nor would they come after him. Rhea would be torn into shreds, while he as the most eligible successor would take Big Joe’s place.
Unfortunately, with Rhea gone, there goes his perfect scapegoat as well. All his plans would be nothing and he can’t let that happen. There might never be a flawless opportunity to get rid of Big Joe like this one. No matter what, Rhea must come back and resume the wedding.
Kenith was still thinking when the door opened and Cassie came in and he didn’t bother to turn around having known it was her.
Cassie went over to Kenith and then hugged him from behind saying, “Don’t worry too much, my love. It would be fine,”
At that comment, a soft smile softened Kenith’s steel expression and he turned around to pull her into his embrace, hugging her tightly with his face resting on the crook of her neck.
Cassie smiled, then pulled away to palm his face reassuringly, “Don’t worry, we would capture Rhea and the wedding would go on as we planned. I know what you’re capable of, so don’t let this pull you down. Moreover, I came up with the plan in the first place, I can always think of another.”
Kenith breathed, taking her hands, “You know this is why I love you. Smart, loving, beautiful. “
“Oh, really?” Cassie smirked, “Then prove it to me in a sexy way,” she whispered into his ears.
Without a word, Kenith immediately kissed her and she kissed him back. Soon enough, the passion ignited and they clawed at each other’s clothes till it wasn’t in the way of their body touching.
He turned her around and pushed her against the desk, entering into her in one shove. And the next, the amorous sounds of moans filled the room.
Rhea had a comfortable sleep this time. There was no marrying the short man Big Joe in her dream nor the man she stole from coming after her.
If there was anything she dreamed about, it was of gorgeous blue eyes. Hence, it came as a huge shock to her when those gorgeous blue eyes stared back at her when her eyes finally opened.
“Aah!” Rhea screamed, falling from the bed because, in her bid to come down quickly, she had somehow tangled her legs with the sheet.
“Oof,” She fell on her stomach and it hurt like shit. This was not funny at all.
“Shit!” Elijah cursed, coming over to her side to her feet. Rhea didn’t dare to reject his help and clung to him like an octopus as he lifted her back to the bed, his powerful muscles rippling with the effort.
Carefully placing Rhea on the bed, Elijah leaned over her and that was when he made the mistake of staring into her eyes.
Rhea gulped when her eyes connected with his and it seemed like it was just the both of them at that moment, nothing else mattered.
Her heart pounded in her throat and she was so scared that he might hear the sound. Rhea wished she could shrink into her bed but there was no way to go anymore.
Her gaze fell on his face and she discovered he had a different face paint this time. Rhea wondered if he somehow had a company that customized his paints because of how readily he applied them to his face. Wasn’t he scared they would damage his face since he wore them excessively?
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Unlike the Phoenix wing on his face yesterday, today’s painting was in white entirely and was unique. The painting covered only the bridge of his nose upward and was drawn in such a way that it looked like he wore a thin transparent mask when it was only a painting.
“It’s beautiful,” Rhea said to his painting, “You draw them on yourself?”
“Yes,” He answered without cutting contact with her gaze.
“You are insanely talented,” Rhea chuckled in a bid to lessen the tension between them.
It was obvious Elijah came out of the bathroom since he carried a trace of the sandalwood-scented soap he used. Moreover, his hair was a bit wet and was sexily tousled, the curls spreading messily over his face. She was tempted to run her hand through it. Gosh, he was an epitome of manliness.
Aside from that, Rhea was acutely aware of half of his body pressing down on hers since he sat on the edge of the bed while hovering over her. It was pretty much uncomfortable, his presence was messing up with her ability to think straight.
“Thank you,” Elijah said, still staring at her.
“So, you sleep with the paint on your face?” She inquired out of sheer curiosity.
“Of course not, I take them off at night,” He said to her, and Rhea’s brows raised as she realized that this man slept with his face exposed.
The fact that his room was just opposite hers tantalized her with the crazy thought of sneaking into his room to see his identity.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Elijah stopped her right there, “Never take that dare as far as you’re not ready to belong to me, body, mind, and soul,” He told her.
A crazy thought entered Rhea’s head, what if she wanted to belong to him? Think about it, she had nothing now. Her family betrayed her and she has nowhere else to go. Elijah was the only one keeping her from being discovered by Big Joe’s and did she forget to add that crazy man named Lukas. Gosh, why did she bring this up?
Rhea was still lost in thought when Elijah pulled away, rousing her. He stood to his feet just as she sat up, the attraction between them dissolving away – not entirely though. Now, her brain was back and functioning to make a clear decision.
“I’m sorry to have woken you up. I didn’t mean to,” Elijah apologized to her.
“It’s alright,” Rhea shrugged, “I’ll just have to put a bell on you to alert me of your presence,” she joked.
Elijah laughed, staring at Rhea who stared back with a smiling expression. It was obvious that both of them were insanely attracted to each other yet were holding back for reasons best known to them.