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Henroin never had the best relationship with his son, Anthony.
Okay, its a shit storm.
Anthony has always been different. Weird. He would prefer to sew dresses for his twin sister and baked with his mother instead of fishing with his father. He loved to sing and dance along to the radio. He reads his mother's romance novels. My wife said it was a good thing, that him being different made him special, but I wasn't so sure. I kept my eye on him and thought he was safe when he developed a love for guns and started to hunted with his older brother. I thought he got over his sissy faze but I was obviously wrong. After my wife died, I grew cold. Molly was still my daughter, but I no longer had sons. Marcello and Anthony became employees who had to do exactly as I said or else they'd get beaten. Marcello followed orders to the letter, but Anthony was more combative. I couldn't understand why. I disowned him the moment I found out he was gay.
I could not be related to a fag.
Not much changed after I died and went to hell. I was still a mafia boss with a loyal older son and a sweet daughter. The only real difference was Marcello changed his name to Arackniss and Molly became reserved. It stayed like that for seven decades, but a year ago, things changed.
When I found out my oldest son, Arackniss, got a boyfriend, I flipped out on him saying he was just like his disappointment of a brother and kicked him out of my territory. To bad he took most of my employees with him. It wasn't until I found out Molly got a girlfriend that it really put things in perspective. Molly is innocent, she's in love and I have been shaming my children for having a different sexuality that they cannot control. I've been a shit father. I managed to make up with my baby girl but my sons have been a different story. Neither wanted nothing to do with me but I finally reconnected with my oldest and formally meet with his now husband. He was a little too nice, but could hold his hand in a fight so I didn't have a real problem with him.
It is now time to meet my youngest son for the first time in seventy years. I know that he will be the hardest to reconnect with, but I have hope he will see where I was coming from and see I will no longer judge him. We decided to meet at this café down in his newly expanded territory.
I arrived and saw my son sitting next to a window.
He looked annoyed.
Here goes nothing.
I slide into a chair on the other side of the table. "Anthony, its been a while. I haven't seen ya since we were up top." That's a lie, I saw the build boards covered in lights. 'Angel Dust' he was a porn star for seventy years before breaking away from the porn industry's top producer, Valentino, to pursue a career in classical burlesque, singing and dancing. I heard he has been extremely successful, he even got a sponsorship for his drag burlesque clubs from the prince of lust.
Anthony turned his attention from his mocha to me.
"Yeah, last time I saw ya, ya shoved a gun in my face after catching me with ya top dealer. Weird how only I was punished for that, huh pops. I was the fag ruining ya business, while that dealer got off scot free."
Great start.
"No, I killed him a couple of weeks later."
Tony laughed.
"Even better, ya killed people you were working with over their love for dick instead of pussy. I remember what ya said, all fags go to hell. But guess what, ya here to."
Fair.
"Look, I'm tired of fighting with ya tony. I've changed. I just want us to start fresh."
Anthony rolled his eyes.
"REALLY, why now? Why after seventy years? Is it cus I'm powerful now? Is it cus I actually have social standing as an OVERLORD now. Or is it cus ya can't STAND the fact I'm this successful still being a fag? Ya know I've been happily married to the Radio Demon -A MAN- for over two years now. Doesn't that make ya blood BOIL, pops? "
"No"
Tony looked surprised.
"Look, I realized something. It's not your fault your gay, and I never should have assumed it was. I just want us to start over. Will you let me try to make it up to you, Tony?"
Anthony paused, then leaned forward to looked directly into my soul.
"Listen pops, the only reason I'm here is cus of Molly and Niss. Molly has always been supportive and Niss changed. If Molls wants us to be civil and Niss thinks it's worth a shot, then sure. But remember, I still haven't forgiven ya and the MOMENT you pull any shit on me, I will never contact you again. Understand."
I have a chance
"I understand."
"Good. Now I have ta go, old man. Heard some rumors saying some of Val's dealers are trying ta sell there product on MY side of town. That Ain't happening. I heard one is a fox and I need a new fur coat."
As tony left, I sat amazed.
The meeting went a thousand times better than expected.
Maybe I will get my weird son back.