My Mother’s Younger Brother

As a mother? I don't know about that.

She is more my mother than mother is though.

"And I would kill for you too."

I bit my bottom lip, "You are still my family, aunt Monika. I just can't deal with the fact that you were with my mom while she was with your brother. The cheating is the problem here, and I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive that. From both side, though I can't even blame them now that both dad and aunt Kamila died. It's only been 7 years. It may be a lot to you, but he was my dad and It's hard to see all of this," sigh.

"If mother hadn't cheated on dad with you, and waited not to be with dad anymore for you two to be together, it would be kind of weird but I wouldn't have a problem with it. But you two were disloyal and dad's disloyalty doesn't null yours," guilty flashed lively on her face, and I closed my helmet. "Maybe one day I'll deal with it better. Today is not that day, though. I made the cinnamon rolls you love, go eat something. I'll be back to make lunch!"

"Did you... did you eat?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me," then I drove my Harley out of the garage and closed it behind, not giving her time to say anything else.

We do pass as a family though, as I physically look more like aunt Monika than with my mother. She was like a female version of dad, and I am too. Same peridot green eyes, same orange ginger hair, same pearl white skin, same freckles, same wide breasts, same tiny waist, same full round lips. The differences are that my hair is wavy and hers is curly like dad's, I have siren and she has doe big eyes, I have dimples on my cheeks and lips while she only has on her lips, and I also took mom's hips and ass and legs while she is more skinny on that matter.

In fact, aside from the breasts, since mom's are way smaller than mine, I have her curvy body. No tanned skin, no black hair, no blue eyes though.

Thinking about it, Rafał has more in common with mom than I do, though his eyes are a lighter shade of blue while hers are midnight navy blue. That's where the similarities end though. I mean, he does has as thick ass like her and me too.

That though made me giggle lively with the memory as I drove to Cecylia and uncle Krystian's neighborhood.

I couldn't help but miss his touch, his taste, his being near, his voice, the way he calls me love so tenderly, the way he took control over me so fully and possessively. How I grabbed his ass as he fucked my mouth savagely, claiming me in all the ways possible.

Heat spread through my body and I burned with desire for him again.

He must be going crazy right now. It's been little more than a day since I ran from him, is he trying to find me right now? Is he trying to decode my phone number to call me and order me to tell him where I am?

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Zofya's childhood villa

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Passing through the streets painted white with the snow as In the Name of Love by Martin Garrix feat. Bebe Rexha played on my ear pods, I sped up a bit, enjoyed the cold wind.

Róża Martinek, the woman who's the head of security of the condo since I lived here as a baby, opened up the second she saw me, already used to seeing me almost everyday, then I headed to my house which is at the farthest area of the condo, where the biggest mansions are.

Marta Jachowska, Aneta Sławik, Barbara Zarzycka, Damian Modzelewski, Tytus Wiercioch, Józef Opolski, and the twins Sylwester and Bartosz Borowiecki who made my hand-picked group of four civil engineers, two architects, and two decorators, respectively, from... my company, were all already working as I arrived.

My dad made this house, so they were pretty glad to help me reform it with their own hands. I picked them because they all were interns under my dad personally─ they were all 20-21 when he died, so they are 30-31 years old now─, and if he deemed them worthy, I trust his opinion because he was the best and never played on his work.

As I arrived, I saw their cars around and parked my Harley near the entry. Still with the helmet on and over the bike, I turned to the entry of uncle Krystian's house. There's a fancy Harley parker there, but my uncle and Cecylia don't drive bikes. Whoever is it, has an awesome taste because it's a beautiful one.

Jumping of my Harley, given how it's a bit too high for me, exactly how I like it, still with the helmet on, I locked it into place and strode towards my house, taking my shoes and socks off as I walked inside, putting the helmet and hood on the table near the door and walking over the heated floor which we got it done two months ago so we could work just fine on the winter.

Folding the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbow, I went to the kitchen where they were all sitting down, waiting for me, as I texted them before coming, "Morning, guys!"

"Morning, lil boss," yes, they all call me that.

Putting my backpack over the kitchen island, I took off the three containers with the brownies I made, and the big bottle of Irish coffee, then I picked 9 out of my 10 baby pink cloud-shaped mugs collection at the side cabinet, since the kitchen was the first place we reformed exactly to be able to make food and eat in here while we work.

"I made breakfast for us. Brownie with Irish Coffee, as I know it's something we all like," then I poured the alcoholic coffee in all the mugs.

"You're the best, lil boss," Aneta and Damian beamed.

"I still think you shouldn't drink alcohol underage, but alright," Sylwester chuckled, picking his mug and one of the brownies.

"Not underage anymore," I winked. "Can you believe my sweet mother emancipated me almost a year ago and never told me? Yeah, just learned about it yesterday. Pretty messed up, but wait, let's look at the good side. I'm legally an adult now, I can go to prison," I beamed sarcastically and they all choked on their coffee.

"Ugh, you always does this when we are drinking something," Józef growled, cleaning his mouth with one of my black napkins. "You have he same habit as your dad." True, dad used to do that.

Giggling softly, I picked one of the brownies and took a sip of my Irish coffee, "Seems like you're all bound to people like me and dad then," I winked. "Now, let's have breakfast and talk about the new ideas we had. But you should cheer up, I'll be travelling to Switzerland tomorrow and I'll there for a while, so, I'll free you from the work while I'm out of the country, and then we'll take it back on the second week of January!"

"Oh my goodness, that's a month of vacation, lil boss!" Barbara beamed.

"You are the best!" The others exclaimed.

I pushed my braids to my back condescendingly, "I am, aren't I? Now eat."

But as soon as we finished breakfast, before I could start with them, Dangerous Hands by Austin Giorgio, which I sat as my new ringtone after Rafał told me it reminded him of me, played loudly on my phone, and I picked it from my back pocket. And as I saw Cecylia's nickname lightening up in the screen for a video call, I licked my lips.

"I'll pick this, no need to wait for me, you can start on the theater by yourselves!"

Winking at them, I walked to the first floor office that used to me my mom's, which was the second room to be reformed as my new office. Then, I sat down on my chair feeling like a boss, and pressed accept to the video call.

"Zofya Fiaich Turovska on the line, who would you like to speak with?" I grinned feeling powerful. But the tenseness on her face made me frown. "What is it, Jam-Jam? What happened?"

Her face was red and she looked stressed, "You're in your home, right? Your real home? I saw you arriving in uncle Jacek's favorite old Harley, and though I didn't see your face because of the helmet, I doubt aunt Monika would use black leather dungarees and rock like you do. Also, your ass is bigger than hers and your legs are thick."

She's talking too much, too fast. She does that when she's anxious. But why the hell is she anxious? "Uh? Yes, I'm here. I came to check up on the reform. Why?"

"You saw the modern big black Harley Davidson parked on the front door then!"

Oh? Is it about the person who owns the bike? "I saw it, yeah. But I thought it could be one of the guys who own the pub with uncle Krystian. The ones who used to be friends with dad, as they also liked bikes like him."

"No. It's not. It's your uncle!"

My what?

Getting up, I began to pace around the office, "Lia, you are acting weird. If you say uncle like that, the only person who will come to my mind is your dad. So, be more direct here."

She sighed, "Your mom's youngest son."

My frown deepened, "You mean King?"

"Is that his name?" She scoffed.

"Well, yes? My entire life mom always called him King, so, that must be his name. Why? What the hell is he doing in Poland when he never even put his damn feet in here before? And why did he go to your house and not to mine? Mom's his sister, not uncle Krystian!"

"Love happens to be friends with your uncle. I wasn't aware, but it seems like your dad made a bridge and they became friends when your uncle was our current age," 17 then. "Not so long before... you know," my dad and her mom died.

Well, my dad and mom, uncle Krystian and aunt Kamila did go to England many times. I always stayed back with Cecylia at aunt Monika's place. That's why she also calls her aunt.

"Yeah, but so what? Mom didn't mention anything about her brother being in the city. Though I don't think she would even if she knew, since, by all she says about him, when she does, she doesn't like him much. Something about her thinking he's the biggest piece of shit in the world, arrogant, and full of himself, with a superiority complex and who thinks he's better than everyone. Which, coming from my mom, who suits those words just fine, is quite worrisome," I scoffed bitterly.

"Well, your uncle is in Warsaw to stay. But that's not the fucking problem, Honeyboom!"

To stay? Why? Why now, out of no-bloody-where? I hoped to never even meet anyone from mom's family because she's overbearing by herself alone, and legend says she's far from being the worse of them. I don't need them in my life. At all.

"What is the problem then? Because this sounds problematic enough to my ears!"

She growled, clenching her jaw, pacing around their library, "He saw us."