Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“I’m am an art assistant. I paint canvases in my free time. Same thing I did here.” I fought back an urge to sneer.

“Do you live here in Austin?” She asked.

“No, I’m just in town for the day.”

“Oh.” She blinked. “We haven’t heard from you at all.”

“Dad told me not to. He was pretty damned clear about his feelings on the matter, if you recall.” I had a little gravel in my voice when I said it and hadn’t exactly planned to.

“Yes, but I thought once things calmed down…”

“Oh? Does he ask about me? Does he say he wishes I’d come for Christmas dinner? I imagine he doesn’t.” I snapped.

“Well, no.” She was taken aback.

“Mom, look. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be snippy with you.” I sighed, dialing in my irritation. I hadn’t meant to snap at her. “And I’m really sorry about the way things went that day. It wasn’t the way we wanted you guys to find out about us. I’m sure Amy told you we were planning to sit you guy down and talk about it eventually. I honestly don’t think that it would have changed anything. It’s not like I ever expected him to take it calmly. I’m not even sure I blame him for reacting the way he did. But we never meant to throw it in your face or hurt anyone.”

“Probably not. You couldn’t have been foolish enough to think we would be okay with… that.” She made a face.

“No, I didn’t. I don’t expect you to accept it, and I don’t think that she does either. But I love her, mom. I love her like I’ve never loved anything in this world.” I paused and stared intently at her for a moment as my brain clicked some thoughts into place.

“Have you talked to her?” She asked.

“About a week and a half ago. She found me in Europe. First time I’ve seen her since that morning at your house.” I didn’t even think of it as “home” anymore.

“Europe?” Now she really looked surprised. I ignored the question. It didn’t matter.

“I did what you asked in your letter. I stayed away from her for years. I loved her so much that I tried to let her move on with her life like you asked. Three years of no contact, and she never stopped looking for me. Hell, she flew all the way to London to find me. What does that tell you? And we have found that we love each other as much as we ever did. Probably even more. We didn’t ask for this to happen. We never meant to fall in love. But it did happen. And it’s real. And it’s clearly not going away.”

She started to cry softly. I passed her a napkin before continuing.

“Look, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life and I’m sure I’m going to make a lot more of them. But loving Amy isn’t one of them. I ran like a coward for a long time, trying to honor your wishes to let her move on with her life. I’m done with that. All it did was hurt. Do you understand? You don’t have to accept it. But do you at least understand that it is real?”

She slowly nodded her head at me.

“She’s coming to live with me.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” She said, sadly. “What do I tell your father?”

“I don’t care. Tell him whatever you want.” I shrugged. “He disowned me. No reason for his opinion to matter to me at all.”

“Where are you going to be?”

“I don’t really factor into your lives anymore, so I’ll leave it to Amy to decide if she wants to tell you or not. I don’t feel like it’s my place to say.” I replied. “But I’m sorry we hurt you, mom. I really am.”

I took a bite of my burger and watched her as she looked at me for a long time not saying anything. Part of me wondered what had gotten in to me. I was surprised by how much I found that I really did not care what they thought anymore. I finished chewing the bite, suddenly realizing that I was no longer hungry, and swallowed. The loss of appetite was disappointing, considering how awesome it was to have a legitimate cheeseburger again. I tossed the rest of the burger on the plate.

Dropping my napkin in the middle of the plate, I grabbed my bag and stood up to leave.

“Take care of yourself,” I told her, not really knowing what else to say.

“You too, Adam.” she said. As I turned to walk away, she added. “You take care of her, too.”

“I’ll do my best, mom. I promise.” I looked back at her with a small smile.

“I believe you.” She smiled sadly. “I’m not okay with this. Don’t misunderstand.”

“I understand. I wasn’t okay with it for a long time, either. We don’t choose who we love. But she is the greatest thing in the world. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.” I put a hand on her shoulder. “Bye, mom.”

I walked out the restaurant feeling like there might be some small hope for reconciliation with our mother. I knew better than to even think that about dad, but I was prepared to live with that. I called Amy and told her about the encounter. She was more than relieved that she would not have to be the one to tell mother about the upcoming move.

I met up with Jeff Miller later that afternoon and used his truck to bring the stuff from the storage unit to his art studio. We packed my paintings from the unit into padded shipping crates, along with the rest of my stuff. A shipping company would be picking them up to deliver to Greece in the coming days. Although he tried not to let me, I made sure to give him at least some compensation for his trouble.

Over dinner that night, I caught him up on some of the successes I had experienced with my art in Europe. I showed him pictures of some of my recent work and he approved of my progress. He was very pleased to hear about my success at the London show and was impressed that things were moving along for me at the pace that they were. Jeff and his wife, Becky, both expressed how glad they were to see that I was doing so much better than when they had last seen me. I thanked him again for his help during the hardest time of my life. When he dropped me off in front of my hotel for the evening, he passed me a couple of books that he asked me to bring to Theron for him. I promised that I would and headed inside.

Once I got checked in, I took a quick shower, then slouched on the bed and sent Amy a text.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Me either, baby! I’m so excited!”

“Did mom call you?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure she will.”

I flipped channels on the TV disinterestedly. I’d overestimated the time that I would need to pack the storage room. The pile of stuff had grown in my memory over the years, forgetting that I had once kept everything I owned in a single room. Now I was left with nothing but time to kill until I would join Amy in Portland tomorrow. A few snags in shipping arrangements and her wrapping up some accounts in a responsible manner at the job that she was leaving had delayed things a bit. It had been just over two weeks since we had seen each other.

“Wish you were here.” I texted, as I debated going down to the hotel bar. I elected not to, as I didn’t want to risk bumping into someone I knew and getting trapped in a long conversation.

“Oh yeah? It wasn’t that many years ago that you wouldn’t have been caught dead typing those words.”

“You were an obnoxious little brat then.”

“I was your little brat, though.”

“Not at the time.”

“You know what I mean.”

An image file arrived a moment later. I opened the file and a photo of her back, wearing my dress shirt, taken in a mirror. About two thirds of her majestic ass was visible below the shirt with only the line of a thong obscuring the view. I stared at it for a good ten seconds or so before responding.

“You’re trying to make me go sit at the airport all night trying to switch to an earlier flight, aren’t you?”

“Is it working? Do you like seeing your little brat’s ass?”

“You’ve got me thinking pretty hard about it.”

“The flight or my ass?”NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Fuck it. I’m going.” I got up and started tossing the very few items I had unpacked back in my bag.

“What? Seriously?” Came the reply.

“Seriously. I’m sitting on my ass doing nothing. If I’m doing the same thing at the airport, then I can maybe get there that much sooner.”

“I’ll be waiting!”

I grinned when I saw her text and dropped the phone on the bed, while I packed my laptop away. Once everything was packed, I went back down to the front desk and turned my key in to a very perplexed looking hotel employee.

“Was there a problem with the room, Mr. Matheson?” They asked nervously.

“Not at all. I just realized I have somewhere else I need to be.” I smiled, as I dialed the number for the cab company.

As I climbed into the cab a few minutes later, my phone vibrated with another message from Amy.

“Hell, if I had known that I only needed to sent a picture of my ass to get you out here, I would have sent it a week ago.”

* * *

There wasn’t an earlier flight. I sat in the damned airport like an asshole all night, doodling in a sketchbook while stuck in an uncomfortable chair. Patience is a virtue. Or something like that. My impatience to be with my sister caused me a very long night of no sleep. But that wasn’t the first time that had happened, by any means. The positive side of being up all night in a airport cursing my impulsiveness was that it was daytime in Athens and I was able to answer Damian’s emails pretty rapidly.

The four hour flight to Portland was uneventful and felt abnormally short when compared to the fifteen hours I had spent flying in from Athens. Admittedly, I had slept most of it. We had flights booked for Athens from Portland that left in three days, meaning I’d be spending somewhere in the neighborhood of nearly forty hours on planes in less than a week’s time. I was not overly enthused about this, and had already depleted the stack of books I had brought with me to read in flight. A trip to a bookstore would be in order sometime in the next few days. When I walked out of the loading ramp into the terminal, I scanned the room for Amy. She was nowhere in sight.

I made it about ten yards into the terminal when I was suddenly attacked in the hundred and ten pound equivalent of a football tackle. Well, I imagine a football game featuring such a tackle would raise more than a few eyebrows, as my attacker wrapped her arms and legs around me and began kissing me with great ferocity. I did my best to return the kisses in kind, while fighting off my laughter. The laughter and smiles of a couple of onlookers seemed to have a slight calming effect on us and I was finally able to get some oxygen back in my lungs.