Mafia Desire (Erotica)

The lobby between the doors was quieter than the restaurant, quiet enough at least. Kyle could see the mother preparing to blow. He needed to get ahead of that.

“Hi, my name is Kyle. Just a friend of Fiona,” he gestured back towards the tables. “And Phoebe. I’m sorry I didn’t get your name,” he said with a friendly smile to the mother.

“Beth.”

“Beth, excellent. I think it would be good if we began with the understanding that Phoebe wasn’t aware of you and the children. Right?” he said looking to Phoebe who shook her head. Kyle gave her a questioning look.

“No. I didn’t know,” she said quietly, her lips trembling.

Kyle kept the momentum going as he turned back to Beth. “As you weren’t aware of her. She isn’t the enemy here. Neither of you is. Which brings us to the only one who knows what happened.” He turned his eyes to Linus or Luis or whatever his real name was. That man looked like he might bolt. Kyle scowled. “Run and I will take you down. You won’t like that.” He held the man’s eyes until the message sunk in. He saw real fear in them now but this was for his two wives who began to glare at him.

Kyle was actually a little relieved that Phoebe had made her way past her despair to become angry. He thought that was a healthier place for her to be.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“You told me you were going to India on a spiritual pilgrimage! All those trips you went on, you were going to your other wife? Your other life?!?” Phoebe growled. She looked at his hair. “You cut your dreads off before you go to her! You told me you cut your hair to not pick up vermin in the impoverished countries you visit to refocus your Chakra!”

Beth was staring at Phoebe in shock. “Dreads? Luis? He’s a forensic accountant, for shit’s sake! He wouldn’t step foot in a poor country to refocus his eyes! The most adventurous he gets is pizza Fridays!”

“Linus is- was my spiritual conduit to higher planes of consciousness!” Phoebe said softly then her eyes hardened as she looked at the man in question. “But it was ALL LIES!” she screamed and Kyle held her back.

“How long?” Beth asked Phoebe, point blank.

Phoebe looked at the woman in confusion. “What?”

“How long has he been this… conduit for you?” Beth asked awkwardly.

Phoebe blinked. “A little over nine… years.” She began to gasp for breath as she clung to Kyle’s arm.

“Phoebe, babe. Take slow, deep brea-” Linus offered gently.

“YOU! YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING LYING HOLE!” Phoebe suddenly screamed and Kyle held her as she tried to kick the man. Kyle’s eyes went to Beth to see if she’d leap to his defense but she seemed to be mumbling to herself. When she looked up in shock, she spun to drive her fist into her husband’s nose, knocking the man to the floor. Phoebe and Kyle stopped struggling and gaped at her. Kyle stepped back from Phoebe as she was the lesser threat to the prone man.

Beth stood over her cowering husband, baring her teeth. “We’ve been married for fourteen years. Ten years ago you said you were depressed and you went to see Doctor Feinstein. You told me he was sending you to a clinic. You came back after six months a new man! Now I understand! You were pretending to be a new man, for her!” She gasped as her eyes widened again. “All those field assignments! They started then! You were going to her!”

“I want a divorce, you shit!” Phoebe hissed.

“Phoebe! Please!” Linus whined from the floor.

“No! You’ll sign the papers and I’ll be done with you! Don’t even bother coming back because I’m going to burn everything of yours and anything that reminds me of you!” Phoebe said with a scowl. She turned to Beth. “What about you?”

“No, he’s not getting away so easily. He has two daughters who are going to need braces. He’s going to come home with me. He is going to go to work every day and come home every night and keep us in the lifestyle we’ve become accustomed to.” She pulled a business card from her wallet and a pen and wrote something on the back. “Send the divorce papers here. I’ll make sure he signs them.”

Phoebe took the card then pulled Beth into a hug which surprised the other woman. She hugged her in return then looked down at her husband after she released the tall blond. “Stand up, idiot!”

Luis, as that must be his real name Kyle realized, got back to his feet, every inch of him looking miserable and beaten. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at Phoebe but she spun and marched back into the restaurant and right up to the bar as Kyle followed a few steps back. He glanced back and saw the parents heading for their children.

“Rum. A double,” Phoebe told the bartender as she reached the bar. He poured for her. He looked to Kyle but received a shake of the head and took the bill Kyle slipped him to cover Phoebe’s drink.

Phoebe pounded back the drink and gasped as it burned its way into her gut.

Kyle moved up beside the bar and watched Phoebe who was looking down at the glass in her hand.

“I haven’t touched a drop since I let him into my life,” she said quietly. “I have some catching up to do.”

“Maybe not here?” Kyle suggested, gesturing to the loud family restaurant at her back.

Phoebe locked eyes with him and he could see the depth of her pain. He felt it. It made him suck in a breath. Her eyes widened at his reaction and she stumbled away from the bar into Fiona’s arms. Monique was right there too and wrapped her arms around both of them.

“Shopping’s done for today. Let’s head back to the hotel,” Fiona said to the group and they left the restaurant.

Cam moved up beside him. “Marion got the bill for everyone,” he said.

Kyle nodded distractedly. He was still a little shaken by Phoebe’s pain.

“Are you ok?” Cam asked him.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Yes, I’m fine. I can’t say the same for Phoebe though. She’s hurting.”

The tall man looked at Kyle in surprise and Kyle noticed. “What?”

Cam shook his head, not wanting to offend. Instead, he gestured back to the restaurant. “Have you had training in couples counselling?”

Kyle snorted in amusement as he glanced into the man’s eyes. Just curiosity there. “No, I fucked up my own relationship pretty spectacularly so I can honestly say I’m no expert.”

“Well you handled that situation really well!” the Texan said with a nod.

Kyle looked up to where Fiona and Monique were walking with Phoebe between them, their arms linked. He nodded distractedly. “Thanks. I used to handle some pretty contentious customers at the investment house so maybe I picked up something from there.” He smiled as a thought came to his mind. “It may also be my mom’s influence.”

Cam smiled. “Was she a counsellor?”

Kyle felt a warmth moving through his chest as he recalled his mother. “No, she was just really good at knowing how other people were feeling and how not to make them feel worse.”

“That would be a handy skill,” Cam agreed. “What wisdom did your Daddy impart to you,” he asked with a smile.

Kyle’s smile slipped away as he thought about that. “Always pay your debts,” he said at last with a subdued voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories,” he said contritely.