Mafia Desire (Erotica)

For the second time in two days Kyle found himself on the ground, his face throbbing from being hit by a big fist.

“CAMERON! What are you doing?!?” Fiona screamed as she rushed across the lobby towards them. Monique was right behind her with Phoebe bringing up the rear. Fiona moved to stand between the tall man and Kyle who was still lying on the floor as the room tried to dump him off the surface of the earth. That wasn’t good.

“He- he was being disrespectful to my Daddy,” Cam wheezed as he realized what he’d just done.

Phoebe and Monique were kneeling next to Kyle, their concerned faces filling his blurred vision.

“What the fuck happened here?” Charlize barked as she and Chloe ran over.

“I- I hit him,” Cam said in a daze.

“The question is why?” Fiona asked with concern.

“Kyle? Can you sit up?” Monique asked gently.

“I don’t think so. The room won’t stop spinning,” he moaned.

“How hard did you hit him?” Charlize growled into Cam’s face.

“Hard, I guess. I don’t remember,” Cam said with a frown.

Kyle closed his eyes but that just made the sensation worse so he opened them to see their concerned faces. “It’s the concussion from the night before maybe. Too many hits in the head.”

Cam’s face paled. “I’m sorry Kyle… but you shouldn’t… have said what you did.”

Kyle frowned at the tall man. “Answer the question.”

Cam snarled at Kyle then turned and stormed away. Fiona glanced at Kyle then rushed after Cam.

Monique watched the Texan leave then turned her lovely eyes on Kyle with curiosity burning in them.

Phoebe beat her to it. “What’s the question?”

Kyle struggled to sit up and had to lean on Phoebe and Monique as the room wouldn’t stop moving.

“I… I think I need to go to a hospital,” he said. He pointed to his notebook PC and Chloe picked it up with his newspaper.

Charlize helped get him to his feet but it was the taller women who put his arms over their shoulders and walked him out to the concierge desk. The man called for a cab for them.

Monique looked to Charlize and Chloe. “Could you let Fiona know where we’ve gone? I’ll call you when we know more.”

Looking a little upset at not being able to go with them Charlize and Chloe nodded and stood aside as Phoebe and Monique eased Kyle into the back of a cab.

“Take us to a hospital with good, fast service!” Monique said.

“You have insurance?” the driver asked.

The ladies looked at Kyle. “Yes.”

“I take you,” the man said as he put the car in drive.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

They pulled out onto the main road and accelerated away.

Phoebe leaned closer. “Thank you.”

Kyle’s eyebrows went up. “For what?”

“For being there for me last night,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Hey, we were all there for you last night,” he insisted.

She took his hand in hers. “Monique told me you were the only one who recognized I was hurting.”

Kyle looked at Monique who nodded with a sad smile. “We were all trying so hard to show her how happy she could be we missed the fact that she wasn’t.”

“He helped me fall asleep and was a perfect gentleman,” Phoebe said smiling around Kyle at the other woman.

Monique smiled at Kyle and he looked ahead, hoping they’d get to the hospital soon.

It actually didn’t take too long to reach it and Phoebe paid before they helped him out.

Then came the ordeal of registering, insurance confirming, and a wait that was a surprisingly painless forty-five minutes. The doctor ran him through a series of tests before he gave him a diagnosis of having a concussion. He was to rest for the next three days. No physical or mental exertion. When he told his doctor he’d ridden his motorcycle to Las Vegas he was told to keep it parked until the three days were up.

“What do you mean by exertion-” Phoebe began to ask.

“Nothing that elevates the heart rate or increases blood pressure. No sex,’ the doctor said without even looking up from the notes he was making.

Monique snorted at the surprised and embarrassed look on Kyle’s face.

As they waited for a cab to take them back, Phoebe moved in front of Kyle and looked in his eyes. “What was the question?” Monique nodded and moved closer to hear the answer as well.

Kyle sighed then nodded gently. “I shouldn’t have pushed Cam so hard but I was really angry. I trusted him with the knowledge of a great investment and his careless tongue cost me a lot of money when his father bought it out from under us.” He squirmed as it dragged up his own memories. “I didn’t have a good relationship with my own father. He was… emotionally distant. I resented him for years and I watch for elements of him in my own personality. Cam on the other hand, practically worships his dad but I think the man is willfully sabotaging his son’s career. First, he sends Cam to Vegas to complete a deal he knew was bad. Cam told him he was going to invest in this company to prove he was a better investor so his father bought out the company and issued an immediate press release to rub it in his face. I suspect he’s one of those parents who competes with his children and can’t tolerate his son achieving success.” The women were watching Kyle with wide, shocked eyes. “I asked Cam why his father needs him to fail. So, he hit me. It seems he can’t deal with the concept.”

“Oh Kyle, you were treading on his most precious beliefs.” Monique said gently.

Kyle hung his head. “Yeah. Dumb. I was just so pissed off at him but his father especially. I lashed out at both.” The women nodded. He lifted his head and gave them a fierce look. “That said, if he intends to be a good partner for Fiona, Cam needs to push his father off the pedestal he’s put him on or he’ll never become the man he needs to be.”

The cab arrived and they piled in, giving the name of their hotel.

They rode in silence, thinking about their friend Fiona and what they might do to help her without appearing to interfere in the budding relationship.

Once they arrived, Kyle paid for the taxi and they made their way inside. Charlize and Chloe were waiting in the lobby with their bags and Kyle’s as well.

“They needed our room,” Charlize said. “We have to head back. It’s a long ride. Will you be coming with us?”

Kyle shook his head. “I’ve been benched for three days. Concussion.”