Reno Gabrini: For His Lover (The Mob Boss Series Book 14) (2 page)

“Yeah, right,” Reno’s man responded.

Alberto looked at him hard.
 
Decided that if what he heard about Reno was true, he had surrounded
himself with boys from back East. From back home.
 
And that this guy was one of those boys.
 
“You know something?” he asked him.

It was a veiled reference, but if Reno’s man was one of the
back home boys, he would understand the reference.

Reno’s man understood it.
 
“I know what I know,” he responded.
 
“What of it?”

Alberto opened his car door.
 
“Take a look in my backseat.”

The guard hesitated.
 
In his line of work it was natural to be suspicious.
 
But then he leaned in and looked through the
glass partition that separated the front of the limo from the back.
 
When he saw who was sitting back there, he
almost peed in his pants.
 
“Shit!” he
said almost as if his mouth was suddenly reflex-driven.
 
He looked angrily at the driver.
 
“What are you nuts?
 
Why didn’t you say something before?”

“You were too busy being a wise guy,” Alberto said.
 
“You were too busy telling me to wait my
fucking turn.
 
Now you get it,
prick?
 
Where do I take my passenger?”

The guard nervously pulled out his walkie-talkie.
 
“There’s a private garage around back,” he
said.
 
“Pull out and drive around
back.
 
I’ll have a detail waiting.
 
They’ll direct you from there.
 
But
got
dammit
man, I didn’t know.
 
You should have told
me right away!”

Alberto laughed.
 
He
loved to see such an arrogant kid squirm.
 
Then he drove his limo out of formation, and made his way around back.

Upstairs, in a room below the penthouse, Reno was fucking
Stephanie Deevers up her ass.
 
She was on
her knees at the foot of the bed, holding onto the bedpost of the Juliet
four-poster bed, and Reno was pounding her hard.
 
It wasn’t his style, at least not when it
came to somebody he cared about, but it was what she wanted.
 
And he always gave her what she wanted.
 
That was why she kept coming back.
 

“Do it, Reno,” she kept encouraging.
 
“Let me ride it, baby.”
 
She was sliding her ass along his stiff rod,
and riding him hard, even as he was pounding her.
 
“That’s right, baby.
 
Do mama right.
 
Do it.
 
Do it to me, sugar.
 
Do it right!”

Reno held onto her sizeable hips and pounded her even
harder.
 
So hard that her big ass was
shaking like jelly rolls with every pound.
 
He was naked, with nothing but a gold chain around his neck, and the
chain was bouncing as fiercely as his balls.

Stephanie looked into the dresser mirror in front of
them.
 
Reno was her Adonis.
 
His thick, muscular arms.
 
The abs of his flat, tight stomach.
 
The way his intensely handsome face fucked
her with the same seriousness he handled his business.
 
Because he was handling business with her
too.
 
Unlike any man she’d ever been
with, Reno wasn’t just giving her sex.
 
He was giving it to her exactly the way she needed it: hard and rough
and unflinching.
 
He was pounding the
shit out of her.
 
And she loved it!

And then she came.
 
It
never took much for Stephanie to cum.
 
Reno knew she was cumming because all of her commands had ceased, and
she had tightened.
 
She was one of the
few women he’d been with, and he’d been with plenty, who had major orgasms from
anal sex.
 
And she had a doozy.
 
She hunched over, gripped the bedpost, and
had spasm after spasm as she came.
 
And
Reno kept fucking her, to prolong it.

But he also knew that wasn’t all she wanted.
 
All he had to do was wait for her to say
so.
 
He was patient with her that
way.
 
Most people thought it was because
of her money.
 
Rumor had it that she was
his cash cow and he was milking her dry.
 
Rumor had it that he spent time with her to take what he could get while
she had it, because they all knew, with the way her husband and family ran through
her money, she wasn’t going to have it long.
 
Rumor had it that Reno was ruthless like that.
 
He did the former owner of the PaLargio,
Elena Tufarna, the same way.
 
He fucked
his way into her good graces.
 
According
to the rumors, he fucked Elena to get on top, and was fucking Stephanie to stay
there.

But the rumors were wrong.
 
It was never about the money with Reno when it came to Stephanie.
 
Nor the now deceased Elena, for that
matter.
 
It was always about Steph
herself.
 
He liked her.
 
He cared about her.
 
He elevated her on his list of women, not
because of her bank account, but because of her heart.
 
She had a big one.
 
He slept with his other women because of
their looks, the way they fucked, whatever.
 
Stephanie was different.
 
They
were friends from way back, and he cared deeply for her.

That was why, instead of giving it to her the way he wanted
to give it to her, he gave her what she wanted.
 
And the way she wanted it.
 
Because he knew instinctively that what a woman wanted was also what she
needed.

“Do it now,” Stephanie, her face awash in lust, said to Reno
as her orgasm began to ease, and Reno knew exactly what she meant.
 
He pulled out of her, and she turned
around.
 
He removed the saturated condom
from his penis, tossed it into a nearby waste basket, and then put his cock
into her mouth.
 
She loved it that way
too.

And she knew how to do it.
 
He held her head, and moved it back and forward along his cock until he,
too, was cumming.
 
He wanted to pull out,
but he knew she wouldn’t approve.
 
So he
gave her what she wanted.
 
He ejaculated
in her mouth.
 
He knew she liked to
swallow, and he gave her a mouthful.

When they finished, he looked down at her.
 
She looked up at him.
 
He knew she was used to rough sex.
 
She couldn’t have an orgasm unless it was
rough.
 
That was how every man in her
life treated her, and it was all she knew and wanted to know.
 
When they first hooked up, he tried to treat
her differently.
 
He tried to give her
affection with his sex.
 
But she wouldn’t
allow it.
 
Yet he knew, deep down, that
she deserved so much more than she allowed herself to have.

He stared at her.
 
She
was ashamed of herself and it showed in her big, green eyes.
 
She knew she deserved better too.
 
That was why he lifted her by her shoulders,
and pulled her into his arms.

After she had fallen asleep, Reno dressed and headed back
downstairs.
 
Vinny hurried toward him as
soon as he stepped off of the elevator.
 
“I was hoping it didn’t take all night.”

“What is it?” Reno asked as he continued to walk toward the
lobby.
 
“And it better not be about any
bullshit.
 
Not tonight.”

“It’s your old man.”

Reno didn’t even stop walking.
 
What Vinny said to him made no sense.
 
“My what?”

“Your father, Reno,” Vinny said.

When Reno heard that word, he stopped in his tracks.
 
He was shocked.
 
“What about my father?”

“He’s here, boss.
 
Your
old man is here.”

Reno’s heart squeezed with a tight, searing pain when he
heard those words.
 
He and his father had
been estranged for years, ever since Reno was nineteen years old and left his
father’s sight to avoid killing his ass.
 
He was young and scared, but he took a bus ride to Vegas, ended up in
the casino business, and never looked back.
 
And now, on the happiest night of his life, on a night when he was about
to establish himself as his own man who was no longer in his father’s big
shadow, the shadow had arrived.
 
Everything within him wanted to curse that shadow and run the other way.

But that shadow was Paulo Gabrini, the powerful and vicious
mob boss that controlled a clear third of the east coast mafia.
 
Turning him down wasn’t going to be as simple
as refusing to see him.
 
Reno knew his
father too well.
 
“Where is he?” he asked
Vinny.

“The private garage,” Vinny responded.
 
“They let him in underneath.”

Reno looked at Vinny as if he had just grown two heads.

“It wasn’t my call, Reno,” Vinny quickly pointed out.
 
“The guys figured since he was your old man,
and was Paulo Gabrini by the way, what harm could it do?”

Reno’s jaw tightened at the liberties his staff were already
taking with him.
 
He began heading toward
the back of the lobby.
 
Vinny walked with
him.
 
Only Reno walked with anger in his
heart.
 
He kept his voice down.
 
The place was overwhelmed with well-connected
people who wouldn’t take too kindly to their host’s rage.
 
But he didn’t hold back on his right hand
man.
 
“Whichever fucker gave the green
light for my father to wait in my private garage,” Reno said as he walked, “is
out.
 
You hear me, Vinny?
 
I want you to fire his ass tonight.
 
Make him the example.
 
I’m not bullshitting with these fuckers and
they’d better understand that.
 
Fire his
ass.”

“But boss, he didn’t mean anything by it.
 
He just made the call to let your father down
there.
 
It’s nothing.”

Reno stopped walking and looked at Vinny.
 
Vinny almost took a step back.
 
“Nothing?” he yelled.

“He just made the call to let your father down there is all
I’m saying.”

“But who the fuck is he to make that call?” Reno asked.
 
“I don’t pay him to make those kind of
calls.
 
I make those kind of calls!
 
He don’t know shit about my father but his
name.”

“I understand that.”

“And I don’t pay you to make excuses for my employees when
they fuck up either.
 
Do you understand
that
?”

Vinny knew Reno didn’t play when it came to respect.
 
He quickly nodded his head.
 
“Yes, sir.
 
I understand.”

“Then do your job and fire him.
 
And do it in front of those other
assholes.
 
Make him the example of what
not to do when you work for me.”
 
Then
Reno exhaled.
 
“Look.
 
I’m not trying to be difficult.
 
But I know those guys.
 
Because they’re older, they think I’m some
kid they can handle.
 
They think I’m too
young to run this show.
 
So they take
advantage.
 
They do whatever the hell
they want to do, figuring who am I to make them do different?
 
Set the example tonight.
 
I don’t ever want them to think that way
again.”

Vinny nodded his head.
 
“I’ll get rid of the guy who made the call, Reno.
 
They’ll know who they’re fucking with after
tonight.”

If Vinny had been doing his job instead of making excuses for
their behavior, Reno thought, they would have known it before tonight.
 
“Just do it,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” Vinny said, feeling he had just dodged a bullet,
as Reno walked beyond him, swiped his card at the private garage entrance door,
and walked out.

Paulo Gabrini sat in the backseat of his limousine like a man
out of place.
 
He still couldn’t believe
it.
 
His son Dominic was now the owner of
the PaLargio Hotel and Casino on the Vegas Strip.
 
His own flesh and blood.
 
He owned ten times more property than his
son, but all of his properties were shitholes compared to this.