Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“This is Ben again. She’s having a quiet moment with her daughter who was traumatized by hearing about her father’s death from that fucking news program!” he growled quietly so the two women wouldn’t overhear.

“Yes, that was a huge mistake and we will address that as soon as we can. I need to contact the other families-” the Sheriff began.

“Many of them are from this neighborhood! I saw the faces of at least nine people who live on my street.”

“What?” There was the sound of shuffling paper and a pause. “Oh shit. Look, I’m going to call your local Sheriff and ask him if he can do something to protect the families from the media. Once they catch the scent of this story I have to warn you, it’s going to be a circus and it’s going to get really ugly for the wives.”

“What’s that mean?” Ben asked.

“I’m sorry, I can’t say any more except if you are close friends with these families, stay close. They are going to need as much support as they can get. Thank you Mr. Shepherd.”

The call ended and Ben walked back into the room to put the handset back. He had a really bad feeling. He also felt like he was intruding on a deeply personal moment for this family.

He knelt down at Gabriella’s feet once more.

“Gabriella? Are you going to be ok?” She nodded shakily. “Alright. I’m going to head home now. If you need anything or just want to talk please don’t hesitate to call, ok?” he said gently.

The woman nodded and reached out a hand. He gave it a squeeze then stood to leave. Miriam jumped up surprising her mother and flung her arms around him in a big hug. He gave her a little squeeze too and she returned to her mother.

Ben let himself out of the house and ensured the door was locked behind him. He walked back towards his house and spotted someone running from the Khaleel house towards him. He saw it was Catherine and she seemed to be crying. She suddenly noticed Ben standing on the sidewalk and gave out a little shriek.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” he said.

“No, it’s ok. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” she mumbled.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Did you receive the call from Sheriff Clarkson?” he asked quietly.

She looked up at his face in surprise. Then she connected the dots seeing him on the sidewalk outside of Gabriella’s house. “Is Gabriella OK?”

“Yes, she just got home. Miriam came over to my place when she saw a news report showing her father had died in a plane crash. Hell of a way for the girl to find out! She was really upset. I took her home then Gabriella arrived. We saw the story on TV then the Sheriff called. She took it pretty hard. You must have gotten the call earlier. How are you doing?” He saw the woman was shivering. She’d come outside without a jacket and the late October winds were biting. He tugged off his sweater and handed it to her. She pulled the thick knit sweater on gratefully and immediately felt warmer.

“Thank you! I think I’m still in shock. I should go talk with Gabriella.” she smiled weakly at him.

“Listen, if there is anything you need please let me know. Even if you just need someone to talk to. The Sheriff said the media is going to come after the families. It’s going to get ugly. Well, like I said, if you need to talk I’m here.” He nodded his head to her and made his way back to his house. She stared after him for a few seconds, relishing the warmth from his sweater then continued on to Gabriella’s house.