Reno Gabrini: For His Lover (The Mob Boss Series Book 14) (17 page)

Reno leaned back and ran the back of his hand across his
eyes.
 
“Word came down that the Feds plan
to pay the PaLargio a surprise visit this week.”

Trina frowned.
 
“But I
thought we concluded that Kapper Cole or Stephanie Deevers or that Andre person
contacted the Feds just like Kap Cole contacted the Abuse Registry.
 
I thought we concluded that since their
little scheme was out in the open, the Feds would see that tip for what it was
worth and call off the raid.”

“That’s what we thought.
 
But we never had any solid proof for any of those conclusions.”

“Your inside guy didn’t hear about any change in plans?”

“Nothing,” Reno said.
 
“And he wasn’t hearing any chatter about the raid still being on
either.
 
Then last night, he heard a lot
of noise.
 
The raid was not only still
on, he told me, but it was going to happen this week.
 
He couldn’t be more specific and give me a
hard date, because nobody talked in specifics around there, but he knew it was
going to be this week.”

Trina was floored.
 
“Geez.”

“I know.
 
I almost
panicked myself when I heard the news.
 
Because I know those Fed bastards.
 
That’s why I worked all night.
 
They could show up today for all I know.
 
I had to make sure everything was tight.
 
I made my team go over everything since we last went over everything and
then go over everything again.”
 
Then
Reno exhaled.
 
Trina could see the strain
in his eyes.
 
“I just don’t want to give
those assholes a reason,” he added.

Once Trina put her own anger aside, she felt the heaviness
that hung over Reno’s demeanor.
 
He was
worried sick that they would try and take his beloved PaLargio away from him,
and she wasn’t helping.

She got up, went over to Reno, and sat on his lap.
 
Reno, pleased beyond measure, pulled her into
his arms, and held her like she was his baby.
 
They looked into each other’s eyes.

“I forgive you,” Trina said.
 
“I guess it couldn’t be helped.”

“But I still could have phoned,” Reno said.

Trina nodded.
 
“That’s
true.
 
That I don’t excuse.
 
But,” she added, with her hand on the side of
his face, “you’re excused.
 
I know you’re
only looking out for your family.”

“And I’ll do better by the kids, Tree.
 
I know I can do better.
 
It’s just tough now that you’re working
overtime at Champagne’s, and Lee’s gone.”

Tree studied him.
 
“You
understand why I’m working so hard at Champagne’s, don’t you, Reno?
 
You understand why I haven’t been able to spend
that much time working at the PaLargio?
 
I feel as if we’re right on the verge of busting loose.
 
Of being, not just a good boutique, but a
great one.
 
Getting this contract with
Cousteau could get us there.”

“I understand that.
 
And I support it.
 
Especially
after I had Cousteau thoroughly investigated.”

Trina looked at him.
 
“You had him investigated?”

“Hell yeah.
 
You might
think he’s the cat’s meow, but I never heard of him.
 
I wanted to make sure he was legit.”

“And?” Trina asked.

“He’s legit,” Reno said, and Trina laughed.
 
“He’s a big deal in the fashion industry.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Trina reminded him.

“You told me.
 
But
you’re my baby,” Reno said, looking into her gorgeous hazel eyes.
 
“I had to find out for myself.”

Trina stared at Reno.
 
He could do better by her and their children in the time management
department, but he was far and away the best man ever in his devotion to them
and love for them.
 
Two out of three
ain’t bad, Trina thought.

“So I understand why you’re working so hard,” Reno said,
pulling her closer.
 
“But that doesn’t
mean I like it any more than you like it when I overwork too.”

Trina smiled.
 
Decided
to needle him.
 
“It’s always all about
you, isn’t it?
 
You always find a way to
make yourself the victim.”

“What are you talking?” Reno said with a smile of his
own.
 
And then he began staring lustfully
at her mouth.
 
“I don’t always find a way
to make myself the victim.”

“Yes you do!” Trina reiterated.

Reno continued to stare at her beautiful mouth.
 
“And you always find a way to make yourself
so damn attractive,” he said.

“Attractive?” Trina asked.
 
“Who?
 
Little ol’ me?”

Reno, however, wasn’t smiling anymore.
 
He began moving toward her mouth.
 
“That’s right,” he said.
 
“Little ol’ you.”
 
And he kissed her with a searing kiss.

When they stopped kissing, Reno began unbuttoning the top
button of her blouse.
 
“Reno, not here,”
Trina said, stopping him.
 
“Oprah and
your flight crew may be up front and can’t hear us, but there’s nothing wrong
with their eyes.
 
They can see us.”

“Last I looked,” Reno said, “I have a bedroom in this joint.”

Trina smiled.
 
“Last I
looked, I actually saw that the bedroom was still in this joint.”

“Then get your ass up so I can take you in that bedroom and,”
Reno began saying, even as Trina was already getting up.
 
But he didn’t finish his sentence.
 
He stood up instead.

“And what?” Trina asked mischievously.
 
“I got my ass up so you can take me into that
bedroom.
 
What do you plan to do with me
there, Reno?
 
Dance a jig with me?
 
Sing me goodbye?”

“Fuck you goodbye,” Reno responded, taking her hand and
escorting her to the bedroom.
 
“You’re
going to be the one doing all the singing and dancing,” he added with a grin.

Trina grinned too, looked to make sure her staff didn’t hear
all of their nonsense, as Reno opened and then closed the bedroom door behind
them.

They were both naked, in the bed on Reno’s plane, and he was
between her legs eating her with the smacking sounds of a man who knew what
hunger meant.
 
Trina was on her back, squeezing
the sheets as he went down on her, and all she could think about was how even
more intense it was going to feel when he put that big cock inside of her.

But Reno wasn’t ready for his cock action yet.
 
He was still enjoying his tongue action.
 
He was still licking her between her folds
with those slow, prodding licks she loved, and then eating her with a wide grab
whenever her vaginal juices oozed.
 
Reno
craved Trina’s smell.
 
He craved her
taste.
 
He looked at beautiful women all
day long and would get a hard on, but his mind wasn’t thinking about them.
 
He could only think about how badly he wanted
to take that hard cock and put it inside of Trina.
 
He could only think about how badly he wanted
to spread her on the bed, and mouth fuck her senseless.

He was mouth fucking her senseless.
 
He knew she was at that point now because,
instead of simply moaning and moving her legs, she was moving her entire body
now.
 
She was sitting up and laying back
down as he did her.
 
She was grabbing his
hair, and letting go, and squeezing the sheets, and letting go, as he opened
her legs as wide as they could go, lifted her ass, and ate her
mercilessly.
 
She was about to have an
orgasm.
 
And he didn’t stop.
 
He let her cum.

But as soon as she began to climax, he moved his body up her
body and put his cock inside of her.
 
Right as she was feeling the sensations that her orgasms made her feel,
he entered her.

“
Reno
!” she cried,
as she held onto his body and he fucked her as she came.
 
He was giving her the kind of orgasm she
feared.
 
Because of the intensity of
it.
 
Because of the way he was moving
deeper and deeper inside of her, scraping it against her walls and hitting all
of her erogenous zones, and then moving in and out.
 
She was crying his name without regard to anybody
on that plane, as he fucked her.

Reno knew they were loud.
 
He knew he was putting it on her.
 
But he couldn’t stop because she was putting it on him too.
 
Every time he moved in deeper, she tightened
around his rod harder.
 
Every time he
scraped her wall, she pulsated against his rod with a vibrancy that electrified
him.
 
And forced him to do her harder.

As if that wasn’t enough for Trina to bear, he began sucking
her breasts as he did her.
 
Trina felt as
if she was in a different dimension when he took her there.
 
She pushed her body up against his, trying to
fight her own climax because it was so intense, but only adding to the
intensity.

Reno fucked and sucked her with such heightened feelings of
love and need that he felt as if he was cumming the entire time.
 
Until that feeling changed into something
even more palpable.
 
Until that feeling
hit him like a sledge hammer and he suddenly stopped, pushed as far into her as
he could go, and let out a shriek of joy.
 
He ejaculated into her so forcefully that it caused him to bend his body
forward.
 
It was too intense for even him
to bear!
 
He couldn’t stroke another
stroke.
 
He couldn’t push another
second.
 
All he could do was cum.

Afterwards, as Reno dressed, Trina remained in bed.
 
She was unable to move a muscle, let alone
get up, and she wasn’t going to try.
 
She
had work to do, but she also had a long flight ahead of her: nearly a six hour
flight.
 
She was resting for now.

But Reno had no choice.
 
He got up and dressed so that the plane could leave.
 
Then he looked at her.
 
She was lying on her side, with only a sheet
to cover her sleek, naked body.
 
And he
couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
 
She
had the most expressive face he’d ever seen.
 
The kind of face that was soft with compassion but hard with common
sense and
don’t even try it
street
smarts.
 
They’d been through a lot
together.
 
They argued and fought like
sailors sometimes.
 
But in the end they
always came together.
 
In the end it was
always going to be Reno and Trina against the world.
 
He walked over to her, knelt down, and kissed
her on her lips.

When they stopped kissing, he placed his hand on the side of
her smooth, brown face.
 
Her hazel eyes
smiled at him.
 
“I want you to enjoy
yourself,” he said to her.
 
“You work too
hard, and every time I get you in bed I work you too hard.”
 
Both of them smiled.
 
“But you deserve a break, Tree.
 
You like fashion and all of that shit.
 
Enjoy yourself.”

Trina loved how Reno always placed her interest ahead of his
own.
 
She knew how he hated her to leave
town.
 
She knew how out of sorts he
became whenever she wasn’t around.
 
But
he always put her first.
 
“I will,” she
said.
 
“Thanks, Reno.”

He kissed her goodbye, told her that he loved her, and made
his way toward the front.

“Where’s Mrs. Gabrini?” Oprah, the least politically correct
person on board, asked.
 
The flight crew
had to suppress their smiles.

“She’s resting,” Reno said with a straight face, said his
goodbyes, and got off of the plane.
 
As
soon as he got off, the crew looked at Oprah, Oprah looked at the crew, and
they all broke down in laughter.

Reno sat in his car and waited for the plane to leave. He sat
there as they taxied and flew away.
 
He
was satisfied that what he and Trina experienced in that bedroom would hold them
both until they were together again.
 
He
had a ferocious sexual appetite, and was constantly around beautiful
women.
 
He needed that reassurance.
 
But the idea of being without her for an
entire week depressed him as he watched the plane, and his lover, disappear
into the clouds.

After the plane was out of sight, Reno cranked up and drove
off.
 
He began heading back to the
PaLargio.
 
But he was missing Trina
already.
 
She made their family complete,
even when she was bitching and moaning like she was when he first boarded the
plane.
 
But she was the glue that held
their family together.

And as he thought about family, he thought about how right
Trina was.
 
He needed to do better by his
family.
 
He only seemed to see Trina
these days when he had her on her back and was fucking her, or when she was
complaining about how little they saw each other.
 
And it was even worse when it came to their
kids.
 
Trina was right about that too.
 
He rarely saw his children.
 
He used to love to lift them into his arms
and smell their scent that was uniquely their own.
 
He missed Sophie’s laughter and Dommi’s
convoluted tales of woe.
 
He hadn’t spent
appreciable time with them in weeks.

He looked at his Rolex.
 
It was 11:05. Dom would be sitting down to lunch right about now at
school.
 
And Reno smiled.
 
He could swing over there, have lunch with
his son, and then head to the office.
 
If
the Feds arrived at the PaLargio before he got back, his staff knew how to get
in touch with him.
 
Besides, he thought
with an even greater smile as he completed a U-turn, Dom would get a big kick
out of seeing him today.
 
Dom was going
to be shocked.

But when Reno arrived at the school and saw his son in the
school’s cafeteria, it was Reno who was shocked.
 
He stood there, amazed by the view.
 
Dominic Gabrini, Jr., his ten-year-old son,
was standing on the top of the lunch table, his eyes shielded by a pair of
Reno’s sunglasses, playing an air guitar.
 
He was also singing some hardcore rock song so loud that Reno could hear
him over the entire chatter of children voices in the massive cafeteria.
 
Dominic Gabrini, Jr., Reno’s beloved son, one
of only a handful of black kids in the entire school, showing his black behind.

The other kids at his table were laughing feverishly at his
antics.
 
They loved Dommi’s
fearlessness.
 
The teachers were ignoring
his antics, they were accustomed to Dommi’s fearlessness and gave up trying to
correct him long ago.
 
And Reno was so
angry with his son, and so angry that he was allowed to get away with it, that
he had to wait to control himself before he went in that direction.

But when he went in that direction and Dommi saw him coming,
Dommi’s adorable face turned into a stare of horror.
 
He was so stunned, and so horrified, that he
just stood there, his air guitar in mid-pluck.
 
He didn’t have any quick comebacks.
 
He didn’t have any sharp wit.
 
He
was busted.

“Get your ass down from there now!” Reno ordered angrily even
before he made it all the way to the table.
 
The children, who had witnessed the wrath of Mr. Gabrini in the past,
stopped laughing when he arrived.
 
And
Dommi, realizing just how busted he was, came to his senses lightening quick,
fell onto his rump, and then rolled off of the table onto his feet.
 
Dommi’s teacher, a small lady with a narrow
face, also heard Reno’s profanity-laced order, and hurried over.
 
The principal, who was in the cafeteria but a
little farther away, but had heard Reno’s booming voice, hurried over too.

“Mr. Gabrini, good morning,” the teacher said, as she
attempted to cut him off at the pass.

“Daddy, what are you doing here?” Dommi, attempting to
recover his swag, asked as his father approached.

But Reno wasn’t about to answer his son’s questions, and he
ignored the teacher.
 
“Get your ass over
here,” Reno ordered Dommi.

“Ah, Mr. Gabrini,” the teacher said as she made her way
beside him.
 
“Mr. Gabrini?”

But Reno’s total focus was on his son.
 
He snatched those shades off of his
face.
 
“What the fuck do you think you’re
doing?” he asked him.

“Sir!” the teacher said, this time appalled.
 
“I absolutely must caution you about your
language, sir!”

Reno finally looked at the teacher.
 
And he was equally appalled, but for a very
different reason.
 
“My language?” he
asked.

“Yes, sir.”
 
She
attempted that fake smile he hated, the kind that was laced more with fear and
contempt than joy.
 
“Children are
present.
 
I would ask you to watch your
language.”

“My language?” Reno asked.
 
“You didn’t give a fuck about my son dancing on that lunch table,
endangering himself, but you’re worried about my language?
 
Get the fuck out of my face!”

The teacher, horrified, moved back just as the principal
arrived.
 
“Mr. Gabrini.
 
So nice to see you again, sir.”

“Did you see my son dancing on that table?” Reno asked the
principal.

“Ah, no-no, sir.”

“Yes, you did,” Dommi said.
 
“You told me get down the first time I got up there.”

Reno looked at Dommi.
 
“Then why did you get up there again if he told you to get down?”

Dommi realized his error, but had no quick retort.
 
“I don’t know,” he said.

Reno stared at him.
 
It
was the most honest answer he’d ever heard come out of Dommi’s mouth.
 
And he knew immediately that his child had a
problem that yelling at him and hitting him upside his head wasn’t going to
fix.
 
He was too much of a little Reno
through and through.

“Go get your things,” he said to Dommi.
 
“You’re going with me.”

Dommi was so happy and so excited to be leaving that awful
school with his father that he nearly tripped and fell as he ran out of the
cafeteria to get his things.