Reno Gabrini: For His Lover (The Mob Boss Series Book 14) (10 page)

And when they came, they both shuddered.
 
Reno poured into her and she felt the
release.
 
He did everything to
accommodate her, and she did everything to accommodate him.
 
Each wanted the other one to enjoy the moment
the most.
 
Each wanted the other one to
gain the greatest advantage.
 
It was, for
Reno and Trina, the very definition of love.

She struggled to get there.
 
She had been this close to saying no.
 
But now that he was naked and on top of her, and now that his penis was
pushed up into her as if it was stuck there, and now that she was opening her
legs wider to receive all of him, there was no turning back.
 
And as he fucked her hard, Val knew she
didn’t want to go back.
 
She was loving
this.
 
She couldn’t say she was in love
with him, but she loved what he was doing to her.
 
He was older, he was big, he was exactly what
she craved.

And he was good.
 
He
made love to her the way she wanted it to be.
 
And he did her for the longest time.

But just as she was about to cum; just as he put his mouth on
hers and began to kiss her as he fucked her, the door to the cabin was kicked
open.

Kapper Cole, still pumping his ass off, turned to see what on
earth had happened.
 
For some reason he
assumed it was the wind.
 
For some reason
he assumed the wind had blown the door wide open.
 
But when he saw an assault rifle coming in
with the wind, his heart panicked, and he rolled off of Val quickly, to take
cover himself.

Val screamed as soon as Kap rolled off and she saw the rifle
too.
 
She quickly began moving back on
her ass until her back was against the headboard, and she clutched the sheets
against her naked body as if they held the power to stop a speeding bullet.

But before she could even look beyond the barrel of that gun,
shots rang out.
 
She ducked her head and
curled her body as one, two, three, four shots were fired, and then she lost
count.
 
Because she screamed in one syllable
screams with each of the first four shots, and then there was a continuous
scream.
 
But they were at Kap’s hunting
lodge well off the beaten path.
 
Screams
were just forest noise out there.

Val could see Kap’s body being riddled with bullets.
 
She could see his body bouncing with every
hit.
 
And it was all so surreal to
her.
 
It was like watching a movie that
she wanted no parts of.
 
But the bullets
kept flying.
 
One after another one.
 
Straight into Kap.

It was only after the rifle was empty, and there were no
bullets left, did she realize who had perpetuated this heinous crime.
 
And even when she saw who, she still couldn’t
believe it.
 
The smoke had cleared, Kap’s
body was no longer jumping with every hit, and the cold night air was rushing
in behind the gunman as if it was disturbed too.
 
Her heart stopped hammering and dropped
through her entire body when she saw the gunman’s face.

“
Jimmy
?” Terror and
amazement were in her eyes.
 
“
Jimmy
?” It wasn’t possible!

But it was true.
 
The
gunman was Jimmy Gabrini.
 
Her
husband.
 
And he was just standing there,
holding the smoking gun.

“What have you done?” she cried.
 
“You emptied that rifle in him.
 
You killed him, Jimmy!
 
What have you done?!”

Jimmy continued to just stand there.
  
He stared at her nakedness.
 
He stared at her fear.
 
He stared at the betrayal her very presence
confirmed.
 
Then he looked at her dead
lover.
 
Her
lover
!

And he lifted his rifle again.
 
She was wrong.
 
He hadn’t emptied the chamber. He had one
bullet left.
 
Just one.
 
And he wasn’t going to miss.

He stared at her, as if he needed to see her for the last
time, to remember her, and then he pointed the rifle at her.

“
Jimmy, no
!” she
cried, as she covered her head and tried to get away, but only managing to bump
against Kap’s bloodied body.
 
She
screamed even more hysterically at just the thought of lying against a dead
body, and she leaned away from him.
 
And
kept screaming.
 
She couldn’t stop
screaming.
 
She lost her mind, forget her
body, as she stared down the barrel of her husband’s gun.

Trina opened the door and saw the tutors hard at work with
Dom and Sophie.
 
She also saw that Nanny
Pearl was close at hand.
 
Not entirely
unsurprising, Dom looked bored to tears, but he was nonetheless asking a ton of
questions.
 
Sophie was writing dutifully
with a smile on her sweet face, as if it was her pleasure to learn new
things.
 
And Trina smiled herself.
 
Two children could not have been more
different.
 
But both belonged to her and
Reno.
 
And she didn’t think it was
possible to love them anymore than she already did.
 

But right now, she had to get to work.
 
She closed the door of the library, walked
over to the Queen Anne desk, grabbed her purse and keys, and was about to leave
for work.
 
But her cellphone began
ringing.
 
Assuming it was Oprah,
wondering if she was on her way, she answered quickly.

But it wasn’t Oprah.
 
It was Val.

“Ma?” she asked.

“Hey, what’s up?” Trina was about to grab her purse and keys,
but she heard Val sniffle.
 
She stopped
all activity.
 
“Val, what’s wrong?”

“Ma?” Val asked again.

“Val, what’s wrong?” Trina asked again, this time with panic
in her voice.

“Jimmy shot Kap.
 
He
killed him, Ma.”

Trina’s heart hammered.
 
“What are you talking about?
 
Who’s Kap?”

“He shot him.
 
He
killed him, Ma.
 
He killed him!”

“Where’s Maddie?”

“With my dad,” Val said.
 
“He killed Kap, Ma.
 
Jimmy killed
Kap!
 
He killed him!
 
He killed him!”

She was hysterical now, and Trina knew this was too much for
her to handle.
 
She ran up the stairs and
across the landing, yelling Reno’s name as she ran.
 
When she ran into the master bedroom, Reno
was in bed, asleep, their early morning sexual encounter still hanging heavy
over the room.

“Reno!” she cried.
 
“Reno!”

Reno finally heard her voice in his deep sleep, and woke up
groggily.
 
But when he saw Trina running
toward him, a look of pure panic on her face, he lifted up.
 
“What is it?”

“It’s Val,” she said, placing her phone on Speaker and then
handing it to him.
 
“She said Jimmy
killed somebody, Reno!”

Reno snatched the phone from Trina’s hand and threw the
covers off of his naked body. “Val?” he asked, as he got out of bed.

“He shot Kap,” Val said, crying.
 
“He shot Kap.
 
Kap’s dead!”

Reno looked at Trina with his
who the fuck is Kap
look.
 
She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
 
She didn’t know who Kap was either.

“Where are you?” Reno asked and motioned at Trina.
 
Trina quickly grabbed a pen and paper and
took down the address.

Reno was surprised that it was a Vegas address.
 
“It happened here?
 
You’re in town?”

“He killed Kap, Dad!
 
He just broke in and killed Kap!”

“Where is he?” Reno asked anxiously.

“He’s here.
 
But he’s
dead.”

Reno’s heart dropped.
 
“Jimmy’s dead?”

“Jesus no!” Trina cried and grabbed Reno’s arm.

“No,” Val said.
 
“Kap
is dead.
 
Jimmy killed him!”

“Where the fuck is Jimmy?” Reno angrily yelled.
 
“I don’t give a fuck about no Kap!
 
Where’s my son?”

“Reno!” Trina admonished him.

Reno settled back down, rubbing his hair.
 
“Where’s Jimmy, Val?
 
Where’s your husband?”

“I don’t know,” she said in her crying voice.
 
“He shot him and left.
 
I don’t know where he is, why are you asking
me that?
 
I don’t know!”

“Okay, calm down,” Reno said.
 
“Calm the fuck down!
 
I’m on my
way.
 
Don’t open the door for anybody
until I get there.”

“He kicked the door in.”
 
Her voice was whiny now.
 
“I put a
chair against it in case he comes back, but he can probably get back in if he
wanted to.
 
He pointed that rifle at me
too.
 
He looked like he was going to
shoot me too.
 
But he left.
 
Please hurry,” she added, with a plea in her
voice.
 
“I don’t know what to do!”

“I’ll be there, baby,” Reno said reassuringly, knowing that
Val was all they had to find out what the hell happened.
 
“Just wait until I get there.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t open that door for anybody,” Trina warned her, “until
you hear from Reno.”

“Okay, Ma.
 
I’ll wait.”

Reno ended the call and handed the phone to Trina.
 
He hurried to their walk-in closet to put on
some clothes.

“I’m going too,” Trina said.

“Like hell,” Reno responded.

“I’m going, Reno.
 
He’s
my child too.
 
I may not have birthed
him, but he’s my child too.”

Reno quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and sweatshirt and
grabbed himself a pair of tennis shoes.
 
He didn’t have the energy to argue with her.
 
So he didn’t.

Val removed the chair from the door when Reno said it was
him.
 
Reno hurried in, with Trina right
behind him.
 
Val was so accustomed to
seeing her father-in-law in a suit and tie, she almost questioned his identity
when he showed up in jeans, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes.
 
Was he in on it too, she wondered?
 
She held a bottle of Mace she had in her
pocketbook, and held it tightly.
 
She was
so afraid she couldn’t think straight.
 
But she wasn’t so thrown that she couldn’t quickly close the door behind
them.

But when Reno and Trina saw the dead body, they both stopped
in their tracks.

“Geez,” Trina said with a frown, and turned slightly
away.
 
She was a Gabrini, but death still
riled her.

 
“Who is he?” Reno
asked.

“That’s Kapper Cole,” Val said, still torn up.
 
“Jimmy did it.
 
Jimmy killed him.”

“But who is he, Val?” Reno asked again with irritation in his
voice.
 
“Who the fuck is he?”

Val hesitated.
 
But
then she knew Reno would find out the truth.
 
“He’s my friend,” she said.

Reno looked at her oddly.
 
“Your friend?
 
What kind of
friend?
 
And what are you doing with this
friend out here in the fucking boonies?
 
What’s going on here, Val?”

Val hesitated again.
 
Trina understood already, and she knew Reno did too.
 
She decided to move on.
 
“Where’s Jimmy?” Trina asked her.

“I don’t know,” Val said, folding her arms and moving away
from the door.
 
“He came in and just
kicked the door in and started shooting.
 
He didn’t stop, Ma, he just kept shooting.
 
He just kept shooting!”

Trina moved to Val and pulled her into her arms.

“What did he say when he was doing all of this shooting?”
Reno asked.
 
“Where did he go?”

“I don’t know,” Val said.
 
“I told you I don’t know!
 
He just
left.
 
He did his dirt and left!”

Reno was worried now.
 
He and Trina both had been calling Jimmy’s cellphone nonstop on their
ride over, with no response.
 
Now he was
on his cellphone again, calling the men he had phoned before he even left the
PaLargio to keep searching for Jimmy, and for a crew to come to the cabin.
 
When he ended the call, he looked at
Val.
 
“Okay, now, from the beginning,” he
said, “you tell me exactly what happened and why were you here with this
guy?
 
What’s going on, Val?
 
Tell us the truth!”