Mafia Desire (Erotica)

She reached across and took his hand. “I like being with you. You’re fun. Easy to talk to. You’re great in bed!” she finished with a grin then giggled as the waitress had just returned with their meals at that moment. Monique released his hand and sat back but she kept her eyes on him.

Kyle’s face was heating up as the waitress gave him a grin.

Once more she’d loaded his plate. There was nothing extra on Monique’s plate.

With a second glance back, the waitress moved on but Kyle saw her pause to say something into the ear of another waitress who glanced over and grinned.

“And it’s really sweet how embarrassed you get when complimented,” Monique finished.

“Only about the sexy stuff. That’s supposed to be private,” he whispered then began to eat.

She watched him for a bit then started in on her own breakfast. She smiled as the food was very good.

“You haven’t answered me,” she said after a bit.

“I wanted to be clear if you were looking for a relationship,” he replied. He gestured to the extra scrambled eggs on his plate and she nodded with a smile. He dumped the eggs onto her plate.

She looked at him cautiously. “If I said I was hoping for the same arrangement you had with Fiona, would that upset you?”

He sipped at his juice. “No, but if I were to go back the others would be there to. I was very close with them. Are you looking for exclusivity?”

She considered that. “I- I’ve never had to share a lover before.”

Kyle sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as the older waitress seemed to be passing by at the most opportune times. Her smile now was almost splitting her face.

“Maybe we should talk about this later.”

Monique’s phone was ringing in her purse. Same ring tone. “Shit! I forgot to call Fiona back!” she said as she dug her phone out.

“Hello?… I’m still in Las Vegas. Yes, he’s here with me… WHAT? Oh my god Fiona! What happened?… I’m so sorry! Is he all right?… Where are you?… But you’re going home?… Tonight? Ok, I’ll be there when you get home!… Hold on, I’ll ask.” She looked across the table. “Cameron’s in the hospital. He’s been shot, not life threatening but his father is dead and Cameron’s going to be charged. Fiona needs you to give the police a statement about the investment deal. Will you come back to Santa Barbara with me?”

Kyle was stunned. What the hell did Cameron do? He nodded to Monique.

“Yes, he’ll be there… I love you too. See you tonight.” She hung up.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“What happened?” Kyle asked.

Monique shook her head. “She didn’t give me any details. She’s in Austin, Texas right now but she has to go home as her parents need her home for something.”

“Geezus. Ok, so… you fly back and I’ll get there when I can on my bike,” Kyle said slowly as he worked out the logistics. She was nodding too.

He flagged down the waitress who picked up the tension and worry on their faces and worked out their bill quickly. Kyle paid and tipped her well.

“I hope whatever’s worrying you works out,” the woman said kindly as he passed her on the way out.

He gave her a smile and thanked her as he walked outside. They crossed the road back to the motel and Monique slipped out of his shorts and back into her skirt.

She grimaced. “It’s still a little damp.”

“Ok, I’ll see you back there. Fiona’s place?”

She nodded then looked at him closely. “Are you ok to ride? How’s your head?”

He smiled. “It’s good. I’ll be fine.”

She used her cell to order a cab and waited by the window as he changed into his jeans and leather chaps.

“Something about a man in leather,” she purred from the window then turned her head as she saw the cab. “Oh! That’s me.”

He walked over to the door and she stepped into his arms and kissed him. “I’m glad you’re coming back to Santa Barbara.”

“We never finished our discussion and now it has to wait,” he said.

She nodded. Then she was out the door and into the cab.

Kyle finished packing and took the tarp off of his Harley and packed it away. Then he locked the bags on and checked out of the hotel. He pulled on his leather jacket and rode through Vegas to its western edge where he fueled up before heading off. It was going to be a long ride.

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It was close to 4PM by the time Kyle pulled into the driveway of Fiona’s condo. The traffic across the top of Los Angeles had been insane. He was exhausted, gritty, thirsty, and his head ached. Nothing serious and nothing a good night of solid rest wouldn’t cure. First a drink of water, a shower, then sleep.

He knew he was kidding himself about getting to sleep any time soon. Parked in front of Fiona’s garage door were two other cars. A sporty black SUV and a small Japanese import hatchback. If he had to guess, the SUV was Monique’s and the fuel efficient car was Phoebe’s. He didn’t see the motorcycles so Charlize and Chloe were probably still working at the clinic.

He took his helmet off and locked it to the bike then climbed up the stairs. He didn’t even have to knock as the door flew open and Fiona was in his arms. She burst into tears and he held her tight as he looked past to the two women joining them at the door. Monique had a compassionate smile on her face but Phoebe was making no effort to keep her happiness at seeing him again from lighting up her face. He returned her smile as he rubbed Fiona’s back.

“Let’s go inside, hmmm?” he murmured. Gently, he got Fiona moving and walked her back into her home. Monique locked up behind them and the group made their way into the living room to sit on the couches. Phoebe gave Fiona a fresh tissue which she used to dab her eyes.

Kyle glanced to the others then looked Fiona in the eye. “You’re home. You’re safe. You’re surrounded by friends. Take some deep slow breaths. That’s good. Feeling relaxed?” Fiona nodded. “Good. Can you tell me what happened?” She nodded again and gave him a trembling smile.

“Cam and I flew to Austin. He showed me around then we went to his family estate. What you said about his father, it really got under his skin. He needed to speak to his father about the company you’d planned on investing in, the one he bought out. I waited in a lounge while they spoke in the study. He was gone for a long time so I went to find him. I heard yelling then a shot. I froze. There was a crashing sound, more yelling and a second shot. Then silence. I went inside and Cam was on the floor, unconscious. His father was behind the desk, also on the floor but dead.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I called 911.”

“You spoke to the police?” Kyle asked and she nodded.

“I told them about the investment. I told them what you said to Cam about his father, about his need to see Cam fail, how Cam didn’t believe you and hit you. They want to speak to you.” She had a desperate look in her eye so he just nodded and she sagged, resting her forehead against his shoulder with her eyes closed.

“Did you get any sleep?” he asked gently.

She shook her head slightly. “Parents are flying in tonight. 10pm. They need to speak to me.”

With a stern look Kyle scooped her into his arms and stood. She squealed in surprise but he just walked out of the living room and up the stairs to her bedroom. He set her on her feet beside the bed and tugged the sheets down.

“Lie down. You need rest before they get here. If you’re exhausted you won’t be able to make smart decisions,” he said firmly.

Fiona looked at him with sad eyes and he kissed her forehead.

“Everything’s going to work out. It’ll feel that way for you too if you get some rest,” he said calmly as he held her eyes.

She finally nodded and climbed onto the bed. Kyle tucked her in under the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. He ran his fingers over her scalp and she sighed with a little smile. He continued the massage until she faded which was only a matter of a few minutes. He watched her for another minute then closed the door behind himself as he stepped out of the bedroom.

He went down the stairs and outside to his motorcycle. He brought the bags inside and went straight to the laundry room. He doubted Fiona would mind him doing his laundry. Everything but a pair of clean shorts went into the machine. He saw he was alone so he stripped and tossed what he was wearing in the machine too.

There was a guest bathroom across from the laundry room with a small shower so, carrying his shorts and toiletry kit, he quickly stepped across and locked the door. He took a quick but hot shower until he felt squeaky clean. After drying himself he pulled the shorts on and shaved to feel human again. He went back to the laundry room and returned his kit back to the saddlebag.

When he reached the living room he saw Monique had an angry look on her face but Phoebe’s expression was more confused and hurt. “What’s wrong?”

Monique locked eyes with him, as if daring him to lie. “You had sex with her!”

Kyle rocked back and looked at her incredulously. “What? Where the hell did that come from?” he blurted.

Her conviction turned to doubt in a flash. “You didn’t?” she squeaked.

“Of course not!” he exclaimed.

“But you were gone so long and you’re almost naked-”

“I put her to bed, then came downstairs to do my laundry, and took a quick shower!” Kyle growled indignantly.

Phoebe’s smile had returned and looked just a little smug but Monique was realizing she’d just fucked up.

“I need some water,” he snapped and glared back at Monique when she made to follow. “Don’t!”

As he strode from the room he heard Phoebe start in on her suspicious friend. “I told you he was too good of a person to pull machismo bullshit like-”

“He carried her out of the room like Tarzan!” Monique snapped back then Kyle was in the kitchen and doing his best not to listen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it all. As he rested back against the counter he could still hear them arguing. He didn’t understand Monique’s sudden burst of belligerence.

He needed some air. He made his way to the front door, unlocked it and stepped outside. Kyle stopped as Dale Albright finished climbing the stairs and looked at him in surprise. Kyle’s expression froze.

Dale took in his lack of clothes and gave him a crooked smile. “Kyle MacDenny? Fiona’s friend, right?”

Kyle just nodded.

The older man smiled and held out his hand. “Dale Albright. Monique’s husband.”

Not ex. Not soon to be divorced. There was no sign of despair, loss, bitterness, anger, or any of the emotions Kyle might have expected to see.