Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Once they’d had their fill of window shopping they made their way back to her car and cruised along Sunset Strip and saw the sights before heading back to Santa Barbara.

As Kyle enjoyed the view he relaxed back in the seat. He was surprised to see he was actually getting used to her driving. His stomach grumbled a little as the art piece they’d called lunch had barely been enough to keep one of those teacup chihuahua’s alive.

“Was that you?” Fiona asked with a raised brow.

He glanced at her and caught her smirk. “Yes,” he admitted as he shifted in his chair.

“Maybe you’d like something a little more substantial for the last meal of the day?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t argue against the suggestion,” he said.

She snorted then nodded.

Once back in Santa Barbara she took him to a steak house and he feasted on a huge ribeye with a baked potato and steamed vegetables. He gave her a look of bliss as he took his first bite and only pushed back when the slab of meat was consumed.

“Ugh, I’m completely full and need to hibernate for a month or two,” he moaned but he couldn’t hide his deeply satisfied smile.

“Let’s get you home then,” Fiona said and pretended to help him across the restaurant to the exit. He shook his head but enjoyed the feel of her soft breast pressing against him.

The drive home didn’t take long and soon they were pulling into the garage.

As Kyle stepped from the car big hands grabbed his upper arms and dragged him backwards out onto the driveway and spun him around. He barely had time to lean away as the big fist drove in to slam into his left cheekbone. His head snapped back and he heard screaming in stereo with an answering snarl. Then he was being tossed to the driveway. He just recuperated from that when the toe of a big boot caught him in the stomach. That was too much and Kyle lost the dinner he’d enjoyed so much.

He heard an angry growl moving back from him and more high-pitched screaming bit he was too busy retching to really understand who was making all the noise. Finally, the pain began to ease and he began to make sense of the arguing.

“God dammit, Roger! Leave him alone!”

“You shut the fuck up, you cheating whore!” Deep voice. Kyle winced and cracked an eye open to see a really big man in sweat pants and work boots glaring at Gloria who was standing by the railing on the landing above them.

“Back off! I’ve called the police!” That was Fiona.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass who you stuff in your dirty hole but keep his cock out of my wife,” Roger yelled.

“Hey!” Kyle tried to yell but it came out as a croak.

Angry eyes turned back to him and he tried to kick Kyle in the face this time.

Kyle had had enough of being kicked so he leaned to the left, caught and lifted Roger’s leg up as it passed by and sloppily drove his left fist into the man’s balls. It wasn’t a very powerful punch but sweat pants have a minus ten armor rating.

Roger stumbled as he grabbed his injured dangly bits and stepped into Kyle’s pool of sick. The traction of his boot met its match and his feet slipped out from under him. He went down hard and cracked his elbow on the solid asphalt. The big man squealed in agony.

Kyle pushed himself to his feet and wobbled as Fiona rushed up to brace him.

“I- I didn’t have sex with Gloria,” Kyle gasped as he caught his breath.

“BULLSHIT! She told me!” Roger bellowed from the ground.

Kyle looked up at Gloria who was moving her lips but wasn’t making any sounds. He looked back at Roger.

He was confused but he wanted to clear the misconception. “She told me you wouldn’t… use your mouth on her. She said she always wondered what that felt like and asked me if I would… do that for her.”

“WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TOUCH MY WIFE! SHE’S MARRIED TO ME!” Roger screamed at him as he tried to get to his feet but red and blue light started to paint the area as a cruiser pulled into the driveway.

Kyle rocked back as the man’s words made him recall the anguished look on Carl Burkette’s face as he confronted Kyle with his fears about losing his wife to the younger man. His own words about ‘not being an asshole’ suddenly resurfaced and kicked him in the balls His nausea surged. Fuck. He was an asshole. As the policeman approached, Kyle locked eyes with Roger.

“You’re right. It was wrong and I’m really sorry. It was a dick move. I’m an asshole,” he said sincerely.

Roger’s face showed confusion then some of the rage slipped away. He was still pissed but he saw the target of his fury agreed with him. He snorted in frustration then winced as his elbow really hurt.

“What’s the trouble?” the policeman asked.

Nobody spoke but everyone shared looks.

“Who called it in?” the officer sighed.

Fiona stepped forward. “I did.”

“And?” the policemen pushed.

Kyle shook his head then looked away. Roger blinked at him in surprise.

Fiona picked up on Kyle’s mood pretty quickly and faced the officer. “It’s over. Just a misunderstanding. It’s settled now. Thank you for your assistance.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

While he didn’t seem convinced he nodded and eyed the two men to see if there was any fight in them. They seemed tame enough. “Try to contain any further misunderstandings. Understood?”

Kyle nodded immediately and Roger slowly joined in.

The police officer looked down in distaste. “Somebody clean that up too.” Kyle nodded and moved to the garage where he saw the hose.

With a final glare, the officer made his way back to his cruiser and backed out of the driveway.

Kyle returned and turned the hose on the mess.

Roger walked up to him and stared into his eyes. Kyle shut off the hose and waited.

Something passed between the two men and Roger leaned a little closer. “Stay the fuck away from my wife.”

“Yes sir,” Kyle said quietly.

“It’s not his fault!” Gloria called down from above.

“Woman! This is between him and me,” Roger growled and Gloria just pouted.

Roger tipped the soles of his boots one at a time for Kyle to hose them clean. Then with a final nod to Kyle he moved away to climb into his caddy. The man drove carefully away as Kyle went back to hosing down the driveway.

The women silently watched him put the hose away when he was done. Fiona decided to leave her purchases in the trunk for now so she just closed the garage door and followed him upstairs.

Gloria was wringing her hands as she took in the black eye Kyle was sporting.

“I’m so sorry!” she cried.

Kyle paused as he passed. “Why did you tell him we had sex?”

She looked miserable. “He was ignoring me again.”