Satiated: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 5

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Satiated: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 5

by Eliza Stout

Published by Eliza Stout

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Satiated: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 5

It had been weeks since my little encounter with Tony and his wife in their great
big expensive house. I had been having a tough time knowing what to make of it, to
be honest. I continued to see Tony. On the weekends he still took me to the ritziest
restaurants in town and we drank expensive wine and dined on 3 star Michelin quality
meals. His wife Vickie had even resigned herself to this fact. She seemed to be alright
with it. At the very least she was able to pull off some incredibly nimble mental
gymnastics that made herself believe she was okay with it. She even had said it herself:
in this lifestyle this sort of situation is pretty much the norm. She would have been
incredibly naïve to believe that Tony didn’t have a girl on the side that he wined
and dined and fucked. It just wasn’t something these guys did with their wives. The
wives all knew and most of them just turned a blind eye, maybe convincing themselves
that there was nothing wrong or maybe that it wasn’t even really happening, and got
on with their lives.

I suppose then that I was the naïve one. I was not quite so nimble with my feelings.
I had trouble coping with the fact that this entire time he had been going home to
a wife and children. He could have even had
another
girlfriend besides me, for all I knew. I didn’t want to think about that.

The truth was that I had fallen deeply in love with this man. Not just the man, but
the entire fantastic fiery and sparkling universe that seemed to orbit in place around
him. Yes, he was handsome and charismatic, powerful and always in control. But I had
also grown to like the money and the nice things that came with it. I liked being
treated like I was somebody. I liked the feeling of expensive clothes on my skin.
For the first time in my life, I felt important, and I desperately did not want to
give that up. Most of all, and at first I was afraid to really admit this, I enjoyed
the adventure of it all. I craved the danger. This was counterintuitive, of course.
I had hated it as well. It was incredibly scary and, as that bloody scene in the restaurant
weeks ago had proven, it was also incredibly real. Despite all of that, I found myself
craving it. I had gotten a small taste of it and now I needed it. I wasn’t sure that
I could go back to a normal life with a normal lover. I would have been… bored.

I was standing in front of the window in my apartment’s living room with a cup of
coffee, mulling all of these things over as I stared out into the sunny street below.
I had a lot more time to sit around and think about things recently, which was both
good and bad I suppose. I took another sip of coffee and then set it down on the table
behind me.

It was settled then. I was madly insane with desire for Tony. So, whatever happened,
just completely forgetting about him would have been out of the question. That option
wasn’t even on the table. I just wished that I could have had him all to myself.

I walked my way over to where Tom was always perched on the back of the couch and
began to daydream about rolling up into that rich neighborhood and busting down the
door to Tony’s house and taking out his wife myself. Sure, I didn’t actually have
it in me but I had become so wrapped up in this world that the idea of whacking somebody
to solve my problems didn’t seem so farfetched.
Christ,
I thought,
it’s like I’m living in the movie Goodfellas
. I patted Tom on his furry head and his eyes groggily opened.

“I wish I could just sleep away the days like you, Tom. I’d probably miss out on a
lot of things, but at least I wouldn’t be so miserable.”

He just meowed a gravelly meow like he always did.

“That’s what I thought.”

 

*

 

A month later things came to a head. My prayers had been answered, at least I thought
they had. I was holed up inside of my room, an apron slung over the front of my body
and a slender paintbrush clenched between my teeth as I was struggling to adjust the
painting easel. I had a basket of all sorts of colorful fruits of varying sizes set
on the bed that I was trying to recreate.

When I heard my cellphone ringing in the other room I cursed, spitting the paintbrush
from my mouth and setting it gently on its rack before hurrying into the other room
to carefully grab the phone with my paint stained fingers.

“Hello?” I said, nursing the phone between my shoulder and the side of my head so
that I wouldn’t get any paint on it.

“Tara. It’s me.” It was Tony. “Pack up your things. Lots of clothes. Whatever else
you can’t live with. I’ll be over in thirty minutes.”

“What? Why? I don’t understand…”

“Just do it, will you? I don’t have time to explain. Get your things together and
do it fast.”

“But…” I heard the line disconnect before I even get the rest of the sentence out
of my mouth.

I didn’t know what was going on, whether he was in danger or I was in danger or what,
but there was a sense of urgency in the tone of his voice that had scared me. I immediately
ran back into the bedroom and pushed the basket of fruit off the edge of the bed,
spilling them all over the floor, and dragged my suitcase out of the closet, lugging
it up onto the newly created space on the bed and prying it open.

I began grabbing everything I could find in the closet that would serve as basic clothing
and stuffing them inside, along with a pair of shoes, a cellphone charger, my laptop
and a heaping handful of the jewelry that I had collected as gifts from Tony over
the course of my knowing him. As I was going through the drawer where I kept all of
my bills and other important financial records, there was a loud rapping at the door.
I froze and looked up at the expensive antique clock I had hanging up on the wall.
It had only been about twenty minutes since Tony had called. It was probably him at
the door, but I didn’t know what the situation was. It could have been anyone. My
heart pounded in the chest and my head began to spin, but all of that quieted down
when Tony’s voice came calling on the other side. “Tara, it’s me. Open up,” he called,
banging his fist against the door three more times.

I threw the documents back into the drawer and hurried over to let him in. As soon
as the door was open he burst in like a whirlwind, firmly shutting the door behind
him and moving the chain lock into place.

“You packed?” he asked, finally stopping to look me over.

“I’m almost finished.”

“That’s going to have to be good enough. Come on, get your stuff and let’s go.”

“But Tony… what’s going on? You’re scaring me…”

“We’re running off. Me and you, together. Somewhere new. How about somewhere sunny…
like Florida. It’ll be just me and you and we can make our own little paradise there.”

My heart and spirits lifted at the words coming out of his mouth. This is what I wanted,
after all. Him. All to myself. For the moment it was enough to assuage the panicky
feeling that was beginning to creep over me. “I have just a few more things to grab.”

“No, no. Take what you’ve got and let’s go. We can’t be wasting time around here”

Whatever warm and sparkly feelings I was having at the thought of running away and
having Tony all to myself for the rest of my life vanished pretty quickly when I picked
up on the urgency in his voice again. Something wasn’t right. I made an abrupt little
quick nod of the head and ran to my room. I shut the top of the suitcase down onto
all of the clothes and random stuff piled into it, putting my weight on top to smash
it down until it latched shut again, and then lugged it into the living room where
Tony was waiting by the door with his keys in hand.

When I strode up next to him with the weight of the suitcase pulling my arm and shoulders
towards the ground he grabbed me by the chin and kissed me long and hard. Before I
had time to say anything he was ushering me out the door, and then down the stairwell
and out into the street. He threw open the trunk to his black Mercedes – the one he
had been driving when I first met him – and took my suitcase from me, hefting it up
into the trunk and laying it down on top of his that was already inside.

We hadn’t been inside the car for even five seconds when a champagne colored Cadillac
came blazing down the road and screeched to into a lopsided parking job on the other
side of the street. I was still fumbling to buckle my seatbelt. All four doors of
the Cadillac swung open and four well dressed men stepped out. All of them were carrying
a piece. I recognized Sal and Jackie, but the other two I had never met before. Their
faces were blank and solemn. They were the faces of men who were just doing their
job, just going about business. That terrified me.

Tony hadn’t bothered to fool around with the seatbelt like I had. When the Cadillac
had driven up he already had the keys in the ignition and the engine buzzing, and
when Sal and Jackie and the other two men had stepped out into the street he floored
the gas pedal and we took off like a rocket, tires squealing and all. In the rearview
mirror I could see them firing their guns wildly at us as we disappeared down the
road, and I flinched as one of the bullets pierced through the back window sending
little pieces of glasses all over the back seat, but it didn’t find the two of us
thankfully. I gripped onto the side rest of the chair until my knuckles turned white.
Tony was roaring through the city streets, taking corners at full speed like a Formula
1 driver and running red lights. He nearly took out a street sign taking one of the
turns. We just missed it, though I heard a high pitched grating sound as it scraped
along the edge of the car. When we had gotten sufficiently far away and after he had
worriedly checked the rearview mirror to make sure that no one was following us, he
began to drive a little bit more carefully, though definitely still a good bit above
the speed limit. I loosened my vice like grip on the arm rest.

“Alright, Tony… what the hell was
that
all about?” I asked him, now that it felt as if I was free to.

“I might have pissed off a few people.”

“What!? Tony, that was Sal and Jackie with those men shooting at us. Those are your
friends!”

“Nobody’s got friends in this business, babe. Come on, don’t be naïve. All I’ve got
is you. That’s why were going away to start fresh together.”

“But… what did you do?”

“I’ve been planning on moving away with you for a while, but I needed more cash in
the bank than I had at the moment before I felt totally comfortable with it. Well,
I stuck my hands in a few honeypots that didn’t want me there, I guess you could say.
Long story short, the timeframe on that plan’s getting pushed up.”

“Tell me about it. What about my apartment? There’s still a lot of stuff there. Tom
is there!”

“We can’t go back now. He’ll be alright, I’m sure.”

I slumped down in my chair at the thought of all the things I had left behind, and
of Tom being left alone in that apartment to fend for himself. I hoped he didn’t end
up on the street. I got caught up in all kinds of thoughts about what would happen
to the apartment and my things and to Tom and where we were going and what my life
was going to be like and before long I hadn’t even noticed how exhausted I was. By
the time my lids grew heavy and started to slide shut on me it was too late and I
was out cold.

 

*

 

When I woke up the sun was significantly lower in the sky. The car was parked outside
of a rest stop in the middle of nowhere and Tony was gently shaking my arm.

“Hey, wake up.”

“Uhh… I’m awake.” I slurred.

“You’ve been sleeping for the last three hours.

“Have I?” I said. “Where are we?”

“We’re in Delaware. Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?”

“Um… no. I need to go to the bathroom, actually.”

“Okay. I’m going to get some snacks. I think I see a restroom there around the corner.”

He pointed to the side of the building where there was a large faded sign with the
traditional male and female stick figure images indicating the men’s and women’s bathrooms.
We  both climbed out of the car and split up, Tony heading inside and me going around
to the bathrooms.

The bathroom itself was surprisingly clean for a public restroom, and one that was
located outside at that. I took care of my business and washed my hands and when I
opened the door to leave, Tony was standing there with a mischievous look on his face.
He wrapped his hands around my waist and leaned his weight forward into me, causing
me to backpedal back into the bathroom. He kicked the door shut with his heel and
began to kiss me on the lips. I closed my eyes and returned his kiss, my hands grasping
his shoulders tightly. A feeling of butterflies slowly twittered and flourished up
from my stomach as I realized that this kiss was the first of our new life together.
Something about that fact made it infinitely more sweet. Perhaps he knew it as well.

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