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Tears began to appear in his eyes as he moved her
back down on his lap and wrapped her body in his arms.
 
He continued to fuck her.
 
But he leaned her back and caressed her
too.
 
He rubbed his lips along the side
of her face and drank up her smooth chocolate skin.
 
He nearly had a stroke himself when he saw
her at the mall hugging her “friend.”
 
And when they drove away before he could reach her side, he thought he
was a goner for sure.
 
The idea of
another man taking his wife away from him was something Reno never even
considered.
 
Trina wasn’t that kind of
girl and that was all he needed to know about that.
 
But how could he be so certain in this day
and age when all kinds of shit happened and people were always talking how they
never saw it coming?

But Reno still could never believe that Tree would
hurt him.
 
And he was convinced that
she’d tell him the real deal in time.
 
It
wasn’t sex.
 
Nobody was going to tell him
that his wife was out somewhere sexing another man.
 
No.
 
He
and Tree had too much going on for him to believe that.
 
Especially now, he thought, as his dick began
to pulsate and her vagina muscles began to clench and his engorgement filled up
and then spilled out into her.
 


Tree
!” he
screamed as he came.

And that was all he needed to say because she came,
too.
 
Right along with
him.
 
And even despite her fears,
and despite his worries, this cum was, at the last one always was, the best cum
they’d ever had.
 
It was so powerful, and
so loving, that it poured out and then down Trina’s thighs and emptied into the
tub.
 
And Reno kept thrashing her until
his final push, the one that was always his hardest, and that almost took his
breath away.
 
Then he leaned the side of
his face against her back and tried to regulate his now satisfied, but highly
irregular breathing.

 

Later, Trina lay in bed watching Reno sleep.
 
She kept fumbling with his thick brown hair,
moving it out of his gorgeously tanned face and then back down onto his
forehead.
 
What a lovely man
, she thought.
 
In every way he was so special
.
 
And she frowned.
 
Because she was still
pregnant, even after today.
 
They
were still going to have a baby Reno had told her countless times throughout
their marriage that he wasn’t ready to have.
 
And she was terrified to tell him.
  
He said no the last time she asked him.
 
He said not now even when times were going good for them.
 
But she was pregnant anyway.
 

Trina exhaled and continued to stare at Reno.
 
He was a hard man sometimes who made it clear
from day one that he ran their household and he wore the pants and he didn’t
want her to ever go behind his back about anything.
 
If they had problems, they discussed those
problems.
 
And they would work them
out.
 
But if a decision had to be made,
and they were at loggerhead, he was going to be the one to make it.
 
Reno was like that.
 
She knew what she was getting when she agreed
to marry Reno.
 
Now she had gone behind
his back.
 
She had made a mistake that
she feared could not only cost her her marriage, but Reno’s respect.

Would he think she betrayed him?
 
Would he accept this pregnancy?
 
She saw what happened to him whenever his
children were threatened.
 
He had two
children in his lifetime that they knew of.
 
A ten year old son he didn’t know he had, and then he lost, and recently
a now eighteen year old son that he nearly lost.
 
Reno always became a changed man whenever his
family was threatened.
 
And his mob ties
always created problems of their own.
 
That was why he didn’t want to bring a child into his world.
 
He wouldn’t be able to bear it if something
were to happen to a child of hers, he once told her.
 
So to now tell him that she was about to
bring a child into this situation, after they just overcame that craziness in
Georgia, might be too much for Reno.
 

Tree sighed and played with his hair again.
 
It was already too much for her.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 

CHAPTER THREE

 

Fran saw Trina in the private Gabrini booth inside
the Brink, which was one of the PaLargio’s famed restaurants, and she hurried
to the booth and sat across from her.

“How did it go?” she asked Trina just as the waiter
hurried over to take her order.

“The usual, Mrs. Marcasi?” he asked Fran.

“Yes, Albert, thank-you,” Fran said as the waiter
helped her into her seat.
 
When he left,
she leaned toward Trina.

“How did it go?” she asked her again.

“It didn’t,” Trina replied, perusing her text
messages.
 
“I couldn’t go through with
it.”

“Oh, no, Trina,” Fran said.
 
“Please don’t tell me that.
 
Reno is gonna be so mad.
 
You don’t know my brother.”

Trina looked at Fran.
 
Sometimes she amazed her.
  
“I
don’t know your brother?
 
What in the
world is that supposed to mean?
 
I do
know your brother.”

“What I mean is I’ve known Reno since he was a little
kid.
 
And even my parents were afraid of
him.
 
He ran our household even
then.
 
He told our old man what to do.”

“I doubt that seriously, Fran.
 
I met your father before he died, remember?
He didn’t strike me as the kind of man who allowed anybody to be running
him.
 
Especially some kid.”

“But Reno wasn’t
no
ordinary
kid, that’s what I’m telling you.
 
Our
old man didn’t make a move unless Reno said he should make that move.
 
Reno ran our household.”

Trina knew she was exaggerating.
 
But that was Fran.
 
She put the drama in drama queen.

“Anyway,” Trina said.
 
“I didn’t go through with it.”

“And that’s why I’m saying it’s a bad thing.
 
Reno already told you he didn’t want
no
kids, but you went and got yourself pregnant anyway.”

“Hold up, there, sister,” Trina said.
 
“I wasn’t alone in the process, I assure
you.”

“Yeah, but you stopped taking the pill.”

“Not on purpose, Fran.
 
You talk as if I did it on purpose.
 
We went through some serious stuff in
Georgia.
 
I was stressed out.
 
I forgot all about those pills.”

“And now you’re pregnant and afraid to tell your
husband.”

Trina sighed.
 
“I’m not afraid.
 
I just haven’t
told him yet.”

“But you have to tell him.”

“I know that, Fran.
 
Of course I have to tell him.
  
I’m
just .
.
 
I’m just praying for the right time.”

Fran shook her head.
 
“Reno is gonna be so upset,” she said.
 
“He might kick your ass for real, Tree.
 
He might beat you down.”

Trina looked at Fran.
 
What on earth was she talking about?
 
Yeah, Reno was going to be upset.
 
Hell, she knew he was going to be furious with her.
 
But kick her ass and beat her down?
 
Why would she even fix her mouth to say
something like that?
 
Reno had spanked
that ass of Trina’s many times, but it was always during heavy sex, never
during some heavy fight.
 
And for Fran to
even suggest such a thing said more about Fran, Trina decided, than it would
ever say about her.

“Trust me,” she said to her sister-in-law.
 
“I’m not afraid of any beat down.”
 

At least not in
the physical sense
, she thought to herself.
 

 

Reno leaned back in the executive chair behind his
desk and stared at Lee Jones.
 
Lee was
not only his chief operating officer, but he was his friend.
 
That was why Reno stared at him.
 
They had been working on the logistics for a
weeklong stay by the heir to the British throne, and Reno wanted no
hiccups.
 
They reviewed every second of
the itinerary with excruciating detail.
 
All until Reno was satisfied that every contingency was in place and
easily implemented.
 
And
then this.

“Why would you ask me something like that?” he asked
his right hand man.

“There are rumors going around---”

“Fuck rumors!
 
You know I wouldn’t do that to you.
 
Yes, I’m returning as CEO and Chairman of the board, but you’re now my
chief operating officer, and you’ll remain in that position.”

“So the day to day will remain with my office and not
with Trina’s?”

“With your office,” Reno made clear.
 
“Trina has returned as president of PaLargio,
Inc. and she’ll remain in that position.
 
But I’m not giving her or anybody else your job.
 
You just got it yourself.”
 
Lee smiled.
 
“And I for damn sure don’t want it.
  
So worrying about some unfounded rumors is ridiculous, Lee.
 
You know me better than that.”

Lee sighed relief and stood to his feet, closing the
Royal visit manifest he had just reviewed with Reno.
 
“I just wanted to know where I stood, that’s
all.
 
I expected to be moved from CEO
when you returned to Vegas, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted Trina installed as
COO, too.”

“I don’t.
 
She’s got enough to do as president of this outfit.
 
I don’t need her running the day to day
operations too.”

Then the intercom buzzed announcing that Reno’s son
was there to see him.

“Send him in,” Reno replied and then released the button.
 
Then he looked at Lee, who was now standing
in front of his desk.
 
“How’s he working
out?”

“He’s smart, Reno.
 
He picks up really quickly.
 
And
he seems to enjoy shadowing me.”

“Good,” Reno said as the door opened and Jimmy Mack,
with Dirty following, entered the spacious office.
 
“That’s why I want him to continue to shadow
you.
 
You’re a nuts and bolts man.
 
I want him to learn the inner workings of
this place from the best.
 
And you’re the
best, Leonard.”

Lee smiled at how Reno loved to jab him by mentioning
his full first name.
 
“Thanks, Dominic,”
Lee replied, returning the favor.

“Hi, Pop,” Jimmy Mack said, as he headed toward the
desk.
 
“Hey, Lee.”

“That’s Mr. Jones to you,” Reno said.

“But he told me to call him Lee.”

“That’s Mr. Jones to you,” Reno said again and looked
his steely blues eyes at his son.

Jimmy swallowed hard.
 
A part of him was still very terrified of Reno.
 
“Hello, Mr. Jones,” he said to Lee.

“Are you done for the day with the tutor?” Lee asked
him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.
 
Grab
you some lunch and then meet me in my office in, say, an hour or so?”

“Sounds great, sir.
 
Thanks.”

“I’ll be in touch, Reno,” Lee said.

“You’d better,” Reno said as Lee began leaving.
 
“I don’t want any member of my staff fucking
this visit up.”

“They won’t,” Lee said without turning around, and
then he was gone.

Dirty took a seat in front of Reno’s desk.
 
Reno looked at him.
 
“Why aren’t you in the pit?” he asked him.

“Can’t a man take a break every blue moon?”

“Sure they can,” Reno said.
 
“But you work every blue moon and spend the
rest of the time on break.”

“So you trust that guy?”
Dirty
asked.

Reno and Jimmy both looked at him.
 
“He’s my senior manager,” Reno said.
 
“Why wouldn’t I trust him?”

“He and Tree are real tight.”

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