Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Phoebe began to speak and his big hand covered her mouth as he gripped her jaw.

“Be careful what you say,” the man said coldly and Kyle saw Phoebe’s eyes widen in fear.

“Get your meaty paws off of- OOOOFF!!” The wind left Kyle’s lungs as the big fist drove into his stomach.

He barely saw the second punch before it slammed into his temple and the third hit was just a glancing blow on his chin as his legs folded under him, everything sliding to black but never quite getting all the way there. He struggled to get his muscles to cooperate.

He heard fabric tearing, a scream and a slap. This was followed by an angry shout, a loud slap and Phoebe fell to the floor next to him.

“Fucking losers, both of you,” the bodybuilder barked at them, then looked up at the ceiling mounted camera. “Shiiiiit,” he said and walked away quickly.

The next thing Kyle was aware of was crying. Deep wracking sobs tearing themselves out of Phoebe’s chest. He forced himself up to a seated position and felt the room tilt. Fuck that guy hit hard!

He saw Phoebe curled up on the floor next to him and he gently touched her shoulder. She flinched.

“Phoebe, it’s Kyle. It’s ok, he’s gone. You’re going to be ok. Everything will get better. I promise.” He said in a calm, gentle voice.

The crying woman uncurled and looked up at him. He saw the bruise on her cheek and clenched his jaw to keep his anger from showing. “You’re going to be fine,” he said again. She suddenly pushed herself up and climbed onto his lap to wrap her arms around him. She buried her face against his neck and her sobs exploded.

Her lovely dress was torn and the top section was hanging down at her waist. Her small breasts were pressing against his t-shirt but with his arms around her she wasn’t exposing anything when the security team finally arrived.

“Sir! Maam! Are you all right?” a young man in a dark suit asked them.

“Get me a towel please,” was all Kyle said and a second guard rushed away to return with a large fluffy towel. Kyle took it from him and carefully wrapped it around Phoebe’s shoulders. “Let’s get you upstairs to your room. Ok?” he whispered to her and she nodded.

She slid off of his lap and he struggled to get to his own feet as the guards lifted Phoebe to hers. The room swam again and Kyle was steadied by one of the guards.

“Do you need medical attention?” the man asked.

“No, I’m fine.” Kyle said as the room stopped moving.

He moved forward and Phoebe moved with him, clinging to his side as they walked from the gym.

When they stepped out into the lobby they heard a shriek and turned their heads to see Fiona and Monique rushing up to them, Cam not far behind.

Kyle felt Phoebe tighten her grip on his shirt. “It’s ok we’ll get you to your room.” He caught Monique’s eye and gave his head a brief shake. Comprehension flashed in her eyes and she immediately grasped Fiona’s hand to hold her back. He gave them both a smile and turned Phoebe towards the elevators. Monique caught up and slipped a small clutch purse into Kyle’s hand. Phoebe’s. He smiled at the beauty again and guided Phoebe into the elevator.

He got her to her floor and into her room where she dropped the towel and made a beeline for the washroom. She barely managed to get the seat up before she began heaving.

Kyle kept the seat from falling on her head and handed her a damp facecloth to wipe her mouth once she was done. Next a glass of water to rinse her mouth. She spit into the toilet and he flushed.

She began to cry once more so he gently lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. When he set her on her feet her torn dress fell the rest of the way off to pool at her feet, leaving her in just her panties. He pulled the sheets down and got her to lie down so he could pull the sheets up to cover her.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Get some rest, Phoebe. I promise it gets better. I’m living proof… well, ignore the bruises.”

Her glassy eyes were holding his. “Don’t go,” she whimpered.

He smiled gently to her and turned off the light. He climbed onto the bed, on top of the sheets, and let her snuggle in against his side.

He massaged her scalp and felt her begin to relax. She began to softly cry again so he just held her until she fell asleep.

Kyle was wondering if he had a mild concussion so he lay there looking at the city lights on the blinds until sleep took him as well.

Kyle kissed Phoebe’s temple and she sighed happily in her sleep. He eased himself from the bed and went to the desk. He wrote a quick note saying he’d see her at breakfast downstairs and let himself out of her room.

“Well, you move fast!”

Kyle looked to the voice and saw Marion seemingly returning to her room after another night with the boys from the band.

He frowned at her. “What are you talking about?

“Oh please, she isn’t even divorced yet!” she smirked.

Kyle’s tired brain clued in. “That’s not what this is. Nothing happened.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “At least I’m honest about my lifestyle.” she sniffed.

He blinked at her. “She just had her marriage implode on her. She’s in no emotional state to have sex with a virtual stranger!”

Marion waved her hand dismissively. “She’s better off now.”

Kyle was surprised by the lack of empathy Marion was showing for one of her friends. It made him wonder if she’d ever been in love.

“You’ve never had a long term relationship?” he asked.

She snorted gently in amusement. “I have neither the time nor the inclination.” She grinned wickedly at him as she licked the corner of her lips. “Why on earth would I restrict myself to one person?” Her eyes traveled down his body. “Care to share a shower?”

His frown deepened. She might have been a beautiful woman but at the moment she was as alien to him as could be. “No, not really.”

Her grin was immediately replaced by an angry glare. “What exactly is your problem?”

“That’s just it. How could I explain it in a way you’d understand?” he said tiredly. “Later,” he said, ignoring the indignant noises she made behind him. He made his way to the room he shared with Charlize and Chloe.

The ladies in question were snuggled together, sleeping peacefully. They looked so lovely. He was glad they’d found each other and he realized he didn’t really have a place in their relationship. All he could offer was a ‘good dicking’.

He quietly gathered some clothes and had a quick shower.

Once he was dressed he headed downstairs with his notebook PC. He found a newspaper then found a comfortable nook and set up his trades on the PC so when the market opened he would be ready to go. He opened the business section and scanned his eyes over the pages. On the third page his eyes stopped. He went back to read the story and felt the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand on end as his anger built.

“Good morning, Kyle!” Cam said with a cheery tone, another early riser. When the man saw his expression, the smile was quickly replaced by a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Did you mention the name of the company I was interested in to your father?” Kyle asked quietly.

Cam blinked at him. “I- I think I might have when we were arguing, why?”

Kyle pushed the newspaper across the table and spun it so Cam could see the story.

He watched the man’s expression swing between outrage and confusion.

Cam finally looked at Kyle. “I don’t understand. He bought the company? Is that bad? You said it had a really bright future. Doesn’t this mean that value will be absorbed by my Daddy’s company?”

“Did you miss the part that your father bought them out? The future value of the company wasn’t the company. It was the people who created the company, running it as they intended to. Your father found their price, paid it, and jettisoned them. He bought the company before its public offering so no one else can invest in it. It doesn’t matter though because, as of this morning, the company is a bad investment.”

Cameron scowled at Kyle. “Now hold on there! Daddy’s company has been around a long time. He knows a thing or two about running a business!”

“His business, for which he is satisfied with annual returns of less than 3%. The potential of this company had growth in the double digits. Do you honestly believe your daddy’s business methods are up to achieving that kind of growth?” Kyle pushed.

“Don’t use that tone with me!” Cam growled.

Kyle leaned back in his chair to look at the man. Kyle’s relationship with his own father gave him nothing to compare with but to him it seemed obvious.

“When you mentioned the company to your father, was it said in the context of proving you could do a better job of investing than he could?” Kyle asked and saw a moment of clarity flash across Cam’s eyes. He pushed on. “You told us that your father sent you to Vegas to complete a deal and you suspected he’d set you up. He was already aware the deal was bad.” Kyle looked into Cam’s eyes and saw the doubt building there. He pulled the final straw. “Why does your Daddy need you to fail?”