Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini (26 page)

But Nell stopped him.

He turned and looked at her.

Nell’s look was a sincere one.
 
No games.
 
Just truth.
 
“What does she have that I don’t have, Reno?” she asked him.

Reno stared at her.
 
“What?”

“What does your wife have that I don’t
have?
 
I saw her picture online before
last night.
 
She’s not prettier than I
am.
 
She’s not finer than I am.
 
What does she have that I don’t have?”

Reno shook his head.
 
“It’s not that simple, Nell.
 
You think she’s pretty, but not as pretty as
you are.
 
You think she has a nice body,
but not as nice as yours.
 
All you see
are a collection of parts and think that’s what I’m in love with.
 
But I’m not in love with her parts.
 
I’m in love with her.
 
With Trina.
 
It’s not about her being the prettiest or the
finest.
 
It’s about her being her.
 
That’s what she has that you don’t have.
 
That’s what she has that no other woman on
the face of this earth has.
 
She’s
Trina.”

Nell stared at him.
 
“And I’m not.”

Reno stared back at her.
 
“Right,” he said.

Nell nodded.
 
She could respect his honesty.
 
“I’ll see you at work, Reno.”

Reno smiled.
 
And then he left.

Nell closed the door and leaned against
it.
 
She’d never met anybody quite like
him.
 
He projected this bad boy image
who
seemed capable of all kinds of bad acts.
 
But he wasn’t like that at all.
 
He wasn’t a cheater or
a
 
liar
or anything like that.
 
She’d never met a man like him in her entire
life.
 
She remembered all those years ago
when he risked his own well-being by getting her away from his brutal father
and his father’s friend.
 
She thought it
was just some impulsive act on his part.
 
Some guilt trip on his part.
 
But it wasn’t impulsive at all.
 
It was Reno being Reno.
 

She shook her head.
 
She’d never met a man quite like him.

Johnny Drago hung up the phone.
 
He was in the library at Vito Giancarlo’s
house in New Jersey.
 
Vito was there,
lounging on the sofa and petting his Jack Russell terrier.

“It’s going down,” Drago said.

“Good,” replied Vito.
 
“But you know Reno.
 
Will it be enough?”

“Hell nall.
 
And it
don’t
need to be.
 
I want it to be the beginning of that
fucker’s nightmare.”

Vito shook his head.
 
“Reno with a seventeen year
old boy.
 
Incredible.
 
Talk about poetic justice after what his
sister did to my boy.”

“Not yet.
 
Ain’t
no
justice yet.
 
It’ll be justice when I see Reno beg.
 
When he feels what you felt.
 
Then it’ll be justice.
 
This is just a taste, to feel him out, to
make it clear to him that I’m not rolling over and playing dead.”

“Reno won’t know what hit him, Drag.”

“That’s the point, Vito,” Drago reminded
him.
 
“That’s the whole fucking point.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The front door to a shack of a home flew open,
and a shirtless and shoeless Jimmy Mack ran out so fast he nearly
stumbled.
 
But he kept running.
 
All he knew to do was run.
One
block, and then two, and almost three.
 
Until he ran past the patrolman in the squad car on
the side of the road.
 
He was eating
donuts and listening to Shania Twain.
 

“What in sand hell,” the cop found himself
saying as Jimmy ran past his car.
 
He
then tossed his half-eaten donut out the window, put on his siren, and outraced
the track star.
 
He pulled his car across
the sidewalk, effectively pinning Jimmy in, and jumped from his car.

“What’s the matter with you, boy?” he asked
the young man.
 
Until
he realized the full extent.
 
He
frowned.
 
“What have you gotten yourself
into?”

But Jimmy couldn’t speak.
 
He just stood there as if he wasn’t even sure
where he was standing.
 
The rich, red
blood continued to drip from his pants, and his hands.

Reno let out a screech as Trina’s mouth went
all the way down on him.
 
And when she
came back up, and licked his head again, he thought he was going to come in
that beautiful mouth of hers.
 

That was why he flipped the script, turning
her onto her back and getting on top of her. He had to or it would all be
over.
 
Trina was too good at oral.
 
So good that he was already throbbing and
pre-cumming by the time he grabbed his aroused cock and entered her.
 
He began sliding in and out, in that way that
she
loved,
and she closed her eyes as his shaft began
to move deeper inside of her.
 
She felt
so full she wondered if she could take it all.
 
But she took all of it.
 
She felt
the friction and relaxed to it.
 
She
opened her eyes and looked at Reno.
 
His
muscular chest and ripped abs were pushing in and out in a kind of sensual
hyperventilation as he moved down on her hard.
 
It was a rough fuck, a hard grunt, and Trina couldn’t get enough of it.

Reno could barely hold on, but he was the
master of longevity.
 
He could keep his
cock hard and completely aroused longer than any man Trina had ever slept
with.
 
The fact that he was her
husband,
and the man she loved above all others, only
helped.
 
Because he was still banging
away, making sure that every time he glided his cock across her ridges, he
bumped it alone, giving her a rolling sensation.
 
He knew how to fuck her.
 
He knew how to hit every button.
 
And Trina’s eyes became heavy-lidded, as she
felt the sensual arousal of every nick.

Reno was feeling it, too.
 
He was staring at her as he fucked her
because he loved the view.
 
Oh, how he
loved it when her eyes rolled slightly and her long, gorgeous eyelashes
partially covered her eyes.
 
And his
movements caused her body to move and a lone curl to drop from her hair and
slant across her forehead, giving her that Marilyn Monroe sexiness Reno adored.
 
And he fucked her harder.

By the time she came, he was almost
there.
 
And as her muscles clenched
around his shaft, the feeling grew so strong that his throbbing lost rhythm and
became jet propulsion fast.
 
He thought
he was going to pulsate out of his own body as he fucked her.

“Tree!
 
Tree!
 
Tree!” he cried repeatedly in that beautifully agonizing, loving way of
his, until the throbbing ebbed. The sweat that poured from his body felt like
raindrops on Tree’s. And he was still sliding his cock into her because the
throbbing may have ebbed, but that only brought it back down to normal
levels.
 
He was still feeling the
sensations.
 
He was still thrashing into
her. And she was feeling it too.
  
This
was her second wave of cum, and it was cumming even more intense than the first
wave.

And even when the doorbell rang, they couldn’t
stop fucking.
 
Even when knocking ensued
thereafter, they couldn’t stop fucking.
 
Until he got that last taste, that last slide in, that last, deep
penetration, out of his system.
 
And he
poured into her with a bang.
 
And Trina
felt the fullness, the sensual richness, of the blow.

His naked, sweaty
body,
fell on top of hers.
 
And then the
doorbell rang again.

“Damn!” he said, when he realized their
visitor was not about to go quietly into that good night.

He forced himself to get up, put on a robe,
and head downstairs. Trina got up too, and was surprised at how the sensations
between her legs were still strong.

When Reno looked out of the peephole of their
front door he was amazed to see that their persistent visitor was Nell.
 
Nothing at Clauson’s, he thought, could
possibly be this important.

“It’s almost midnight, Nell,” he said to his
manager.

“I know,” she said.
 
“And I’m sorry.
 
But I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Who is it, Reno?” Trina asked as she came
down the stairs tying her own robe.
 
Although she had quickly wiped away all of Reno’s cum that had slid down
her legs, a lot of his cum was still deep inside of her.
 
And she could feel it as she walked.

 
“It’s
Nell,” he yelled back to her.
 
“My manager.”
 
Then he
turned to Nell.
 
This was going to be
awkward, he thought.

“Your manager?”
Trina asked as she came up to the door.
 
“Something happened at Clauson’s?”

“No, nothing
like
that,” Nell said, as she and Trina were suddenly face to face.
 

The last time Trina saw this chick was last
night, when she was all wrapped up in Reno’s arms.
 
And Reno was right, she thought.
 
She was definitely a beauty.
 
But a very flustered looking one at that.

Reno didn’t like the fact that Trina had to be
this close to a woman from his past.
 
It
always made him feel as if he was tainting her with his sins in those rare
occasions when it happened.
 
And now was
no exception.
 
“Tree, this is Shanell.
 
Nell, this is my wife, Katrina.”

“Hello,” Trina said.
 
“Would you like to come in?”

“I’m sure that’s not necessary,” Reno
said.
 
“It’s late and---”

“My son’s been arrested,” Nell blurted
out.
 

And it was only then did Reno see her
distress.
 
It was only then did Reno
realize that she hadn’t taken this visit likely.
 
“He’s been arrested?” Reno asked.
 
He thought she said he was a good kid, that
he was an honor student.
 
“For what?”

Tears began to appear in Nell’s eyes.
 
“Rape and . . . and attempted murder,” she
said.
 
Those words were still shocking to
her.

Trina looked at Reno.
 
That was not what she had expected to hear.

“They’re claiming he raped some girl he
doesn’t even know,” Nell continued.
 
“They said my boy, who wouldn’t harm anybody if his life depended on it,
raped her and . . . and---”

“Come inside,” Trina said, moving past Reno
and taking her by the arm.

“Yes,” Reno agreed.
 
“Come in.”

Nell came in and Reno closed the door.
 
They helped her to the living room sofa.
 
When she sat down, Trina sat beside her.
 

“Would you care for something to drink, Nell,
or---”

“No, nothing,” Nell insisted.

“This girl they say he raped,” Reno
asked.
 
“Was she of age?”

“Yes,” she said and began crying again.
 
“I’m sorry.
 
It’s just that. . . I can’t believe it.
 
He went to Nebraska for his father’s wedding, and he just got back
today.
 
Just got back.
 
And now tonight they have him in jail.”

 
“What
did they say happened?” Trina asked.

“They said she was raped repeatedly.
 
They said she was cut with a knife, like it
was a warning for her not to tell anybody.
 
They said it was horrible.
 
Whoever did
it,
knew her and hated her and they
said it was a horrific scene.”