Mafia Desire (Erotica)

yle nodded tiredly and moved by to wait by the door for it to be opened. Fiona shared a look with Gloria then let Kyle inside and locked up.

“Are you ok?” she asked. “He shouldn’t have hit you so hard!”

Kyle shook his head. “He was right. Gloria is married and I shouldn’t have done what I did with her.”

Fiona started to get angry. “Is this some kind of machismo alpha male bullshit? Roger is married to Gloria. He doesn’t own her!”

Kyle looked at her and shook his head. “No, it’s not that at all and I agree with you completely about his not owning her.” The steam went out of him and his nausea returned. “Could- could we maybe talk about this in the morning. I need a shower then many hours of sleep.”

She nodded with a worried look. They made their way upstairs where he undressed. She saw the bruise on his tight stomach muscles and winced in sympathy. They took a chaste shower together then tucked in under the sheets to get some rest.

Fiona hadn’t seen Kyle this quiet before and it disturbed her to see him so down. She could see he wasn’t up to talking about it now. She’d have to wait for the morning.

It took longer than Fiona expected for Kyle to finally open up. He seemed to be working through something.

He appeared to enjoy himself at the concert Fiona took him to in the Santa Barbara Bowl and the following day at the beach was so relaxing. Fiona loved riding on the back of Kyle’s motorcycle and looked forward to their trip to Las Vegas.

They were reclining on their towels on the sand, soaking in the sunlight when Kyle finally managed to resolve what was tumbling around in his head and felt comfortable enough to open up to her.

Fiona had been remarkably patient but she was relieved that the wait was over.

Kyle rested back against the sand and felt the breeze cooling his hot skin. The sensation was soothing and he felt himself relaxing. This allowed the memories to rise up on their own.

“I never really understood it at the time. I was too young. It took years for me to mature enough to grasp what happened, even though I lived through it.” He took a deep breath as Fiona listened.

“My father wasn’t an easy man to be with. He… was nice enough but he just didn’t share well. His thoughts, his emotions, his time, none of these things were readily available or willingly given. He… didn’t connect well with others. For a time, when he was younger, he’d surfaced from inside his head long enough to find my mother and get married. They had me almost immediately. Sometime in those early years he slipped back inside his head and not even Mom could reach him.” He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“He was an airline mechanic. He was really good at it, kind of specialized in troubleshooting, so there was a high demand for his skills. He traveled a lot. It was just Mom and me for most of my childhood and she was incredible. She seemed to have a natural empathy for others. She was also incredibly selfless, loving, and strong!” He smiled and wiped a tear that escaped as he remembered her.

“When he’d come home it would be for a month, maybe three then he’d get a call and he’d leave again. When I got to my teens I needed him to be around and somehow Mom got that message through to him. He held off on taking any contracts away from home. That’s when he bought the motorcycle. He worked on it and eventually allowed me to help. Handing him tools and learning how the machine worked. It was just training for him but for me it was everything I’d been missing.”

Kyle shifted to get more comfortable and Fiona found herself holding her breath, afraid he’d stop. She quietly released it as he began again.

“He couldn’t stay home forever though and shortly after I turned sixteen I heard my parents arguing. He’d taken a twelve-month contract with a company in Japan. I’d never heard my mother so angry before but she wasn’t mad for herself. She accused him of abandoning me when I needed him. He stopped talking and just left the house with his duffle bag. We didn’t see him again for eighteen months, the longest he’d ever been away.” Kyle paused again as the next part was painful. “He said… he’d only come back to say goodbye and settle his affairs,” Kyle forced out. He glanced over to see Fiona’s concerned expression and looked away, his emotions riding too close to the surface.

“He told us he was dying and was going to spend his last months in the countryside of Japan. There was someone waiting for him there. He was going back to be with her.” Kyle paused as he thought about this other woman he’d never met. He wanted to hate her but he just… couldn’t.

“Aiko. Aiko Okamoto,” he said quietly.

“Your father had an affair?” Fiona finally said as the silence stretched on.

“Yes, it seems so. Mom was hurt. Really hurt. She asked why he’d come back at all, if it was just to be cruel.” Kyle frowned as he recalled their final heated argument. He gave himself a little shake and looked over at Fiona. “He just said, he always paid his debts.” Fiona just looked sad so he looked away.

“He’d updated his will. He was leaving me the motorcycle. Mom was the only beneficiary and was on his pension. This wasn’t going to make her rich but it would help. She wasn’t impressed. She said some… pretty bitter things but then, he’d just admitted to being unfaithful. Instead of saying anything he just left the house as he’d done before and that was the last we ever saw him. The next little while was pretty hard for Mom. On both of us to be truthful. It came to a head the night I found her in the garage beating on the Harley with a hammer.”

Fiona gasped.

“I took it from her hand and held her while she cried. She apologized for him being such a poor excuse for a father, for breaking his vows of marriage, for being an asshole. She begged me not to grow up like him.”

“You’re not!” Fiona blurted but he held up his hand to stop her.

He struggled with what he was going to say next. It was deeply personal and disturbed him. He shuddered and pushed on. “I think- I think I might have let Gwen change me because I was trying to live up to the promise I made to my mother, to not be my father. But… since I broke away from her I’ve experienced moments when I felt a… kind of moral ambivalence. A distancing of who I thought I was… to someone who just didn’t feel connected to such concerns.”

“You aren’t your father! You said he was emotionally distant! He couldn’t share! You are nothing like that!” Fiona insisted vehemently.