Mafia Desire (Erotica)

When I looked around, all I saw was darkness and a figure across from me. Andrew was the most attractive person I had ever seen. “Hello,” he said. I turned away and began walking in the opposite direction, only to run into Andrew again. “Don’t leave me alone, Kitten,” he said. “Don’t call me that,” I snapped back. “What exactly did I do?” Andrew inquired. “What did you do, Andrew, that’s funny,” I growled back. “Kitten, I love you,” Andrew yelled back. “No you fucking don’t, you wouldn’t break me like this if you loved me.  I hate you so much.” I yelled at him. “Ava, I love you.” Andrew responded.

I woke up in a cold sweat. My body began to shake, and I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks. I took a few breaths and tried to get out of bed, but my legs caved under me and I fell to the ground. I lay on the floor, barely breathing, shaking, and sobbing in agony.

“Holy sh*t, Ava.” Travis said. I heard his footsteps approaching, and his arms went under my body, picking me up.

“It’s all right, Ava.” Travis cooed as he repositioned me on the bed.

“It hurts so much, T-Travis.” I sobbed, my face buried in the pillow.

“Things will get better.  I swear he’s not worth your tears.” He responded by stroking my hair, which calmed me down.

“I need him, Travis.” My tears slowed as I responded. I didn’t want to be honest because I wanted to be strong because that was who I had become, but it was true. This feeling of loneliness and betrayal from someone you trusted sucked, and with nothing else to do, my brain came up with the only possible explanation. I was feeling this way because he wasn’t here, so he needs to return to fix it.

But he refused.

“You don’t need him, shortness; you’ve lived without him before and can do so again.” The pain will strengthen you, and one day you will be able to forgive him and thank him for making you stronger.” Travis said, causing me to realize that everything he had said was false, but for him, I would convince myself that it was true.

“Travis,” I said as I looked up at him.

“Hmh?” He made a hum.

“Thank you,” I said in response.

“I’ll do anything for my best friend.” He said as he got out of bed.

I gave a small smile as he exited my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and pain.

The following morning…

I dragged myself out of bed around 1PM only because I was hungry and hadn’t eaten yet anything since yesterday morning. I found the kitchen after much searching, opened the fridge, and was disappointed to find only beers and water.

Excellent without food. I shut the fridge and decided to change before wandering around. I stumbled back to my room and looked around. The bed with white sheets was in the center of the room, with a small couch at the foot of it. A large window on the north wall looked out onto the street and garden. Finally, to the left of my bed, there was a bathroom with marble counters and a glass shower.

I entered the bathroom and activated the shower. I jumped into the shower and let the hot water burn my skin, each drop scorching. I stayed in the shower for an hour, hoping it would wash away everything related to Andrew, but all it did was wash away my tears.

I got out of the shower and changed my clothes. I grabbed my phone from my bed and exited my room, eager to get my mind off Andrew and explore Travis’s residence.

Travis’ house was about the same size as Andrew’s, but Travis’ house was more typical of a guy’s house. He had a game room, a pool table, a “man cave,” 6 unused bedrooms, and a garden out back.

I walked out of the house and into the garden, surrounded by the lovely flowers. In the middle of the backyard was a fountain, and behind it was a small maze of bushes. To the right of the fountain were a variety of lilies in every color imaginable. There were also dozens of roses to the left of the fountain. I went over to the roses and lost myself in their magnificent beauty.

I walked through the rose bushes until I reached the back and noticed the dark black roses. I walked over to the black roses and knelt to inhale their distinct sweet scent. I opened my eyes and marveled at their dark purity. Each flower had a small hint of scarlet red at the base of the buds, but it quickly faded to the darkening color at the petal’s end.

“AVAYY!!” Someone yelled from the other side of the garden.

“I’m right over here.” I screamed back, refusing to leave the black roses just yet.

“COMING.” As footsteps approached, I heard a voice say.

When I turned around, Travis was staring at me. “Oh, Travis,” I said, returning my attention to the flowers.

“They’re lovely, aren’t they?” Travis said, his voice suddenly sad.

“They’re stunning.” I responded.

Travis knelt beside me and gently stroked the roses. When I turned to face him, I noticed his eyes were filled with tears.

“What do they mean?” I inquired softly.

“Because black roses represent death and mourning, they are planted in the Mafia when someone close to you dies. Planting these almost guarantees that you will think about them on a daily basis. Every family has a different small meaning for them, so as I previously stated, they symbolize death, but to my family, they represent a new life.” Travis replied, his gaze fixed on the roses.

“Who did you hurt?” I inquire, not wanting to overburden him.

“She was my rock, my other half, my older sister. Even in the Mafia, she taught me how to be selfless and loving.” He stated.

My heart broke for him as I watched a tear fall from his eye. “I’m so sorry, Travis.” I attempted to console him.

“She was caught in the crossfire between Andrew’s and my gangs. In about two months, it will be a year.” Travis’ voice cracked as he spoke.

“Travis, my God.” Standing up and wrapping my arms around him in an attempt to comfort him, I said. He sobbed as he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck.

“I must appear pitiful.” After a few minutes, he responded by pulling away from me.

“You don’t, Travis.” I said while looking him in the eyes to let him know I meant it.

“Thank you, Ava; I haven’t told a soul about what happened to her.” He affirmed.

“I will always be available to you.” I responded.

“Let’s go inside and get some food.”

“Please, yes.” I happily replied, hungry.

“And Travis?” “As I walked into his house, I inquired.

“Yes,” he said.

“Please don’t tell Andrew where I am?” I inquired, not wanting Andrew to track me down.

“Of course, it’ll be our little secret.” He said in a lighthearted tone.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

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