Reno Gabrini: For His Lover (The Mob Boss Series Book 14) (5 page)

He was beyond exhausted as he made his way to his private
elevator, stepped on, and made his way to the penthouse.
 
He owned an estate on the outskirts of Vegas,
a beautiful home, but during the week he almost always had his family at the
PaLargio.

He dropped his keys on the tray in the foyer and made his way
first to his baby’s room, to Sophia’s room.
 
She was fast asleep.
 
Looking like
an angel, Reno thought.

Then he went across the corridor to his other baby’s room,
his ten-year-old son’s room.
 
Since Jimmy
and Val left a couple months ago, Dommi had been trying to behave.
 
Jimmy told him, the day before he left, that
he had to start stepping up and doing better.
 
Dom said he would, and he tried to live up to his promise.
 
Until last week at school, when Dom declared
one of his classmates had lice, took her to the sink, and proceeded to wash her
hair.

Dommi was asleep, but had somehow managed to twist and turn
enough that his head was now lying at the foot of the bed, and his feet were at
the head.
 
Reno shook his own head, went
over to Dommi, and picked him up.
 
But
before he laid him back in bed the right way, he stared at his sleeping
son.
 
He was such a handsome child, and
so near and dear to Reno’s heart.
 
But
Dominic, Junior was a handful.

Reno worried about his son.
 
So much was going on in this world, and so much more that a young black
boy might have to experience.
 
Trina told
him that they were going to have to have the conversation with Dommi sooner
rather than later, given how grown-ass Dommi behaved.
 
And Reno knew she was right.
 
He was a biracial child, the product of his
Italian ancestry and Trina’s African ancestry, but the world was going to only
see the African side.
 
They were only
going to see his son as a black child and eventually a black man.
 
And were going to treat him accordingly.
 

Reno pulled Dommi to his bosom and held him as if he was
still his baby.
 
Because he was.
 
And always would be.
 
He and Sophie and Jimmy too.
 
He would give his life for his children.
 
He would die for them as easily as laying
down and closing his eyes.
 
But he
couldn’t live their lives.
 
They had to
do that.
 
And because all three of his
children were interracial, they would have that added weight to bear.

Jimmy and Sophie could handle it.
 
Reno was convinced of that.
 
But this little fellow in his arms was
another story.
 
A cop disrespected Dommi,
it was going to be a problem.
 
Reno
already knew it.
 
And heaven help the cop
while that problem was being resolved.

Reno looked at Dommi’s beautiful sleeping face.
 
“That’s my burden to bear, son,” he said to
his little boy.
 
“It’s my job to keep
your grown ass out of prison, and out of an early grave.”
 
Then his smile left, and his look turned
serious.
 
“And I promise you I’ll do
both,” he added, kissed Dommi on the forehead, and laid him back down.

When he left Dommi’s room, he headed upstairs, to the master
bedroom.
 
His third baby was up there,
and he couldn’t wait to see her face again.
 
They both worked like Hebrew slaves, and rarely lately, except for the
occasional morning romp, got to see each other for any appreciable time.

Katrina Gabrini, called Trina or
Tree
by all who knew and loved her, was fast asleep, lying on her
stomach, when he entered the double doors of their huge bedroom.
 
Although their silk sheets covered her body,
by the outline of her sexy body he could tell she was naked beneath them.
 
He was tired as hell, but he could feel his
cock come to life just looking at her.
 
And not just at her body, but even more so at her face.
 
Trina had a look about her that endeared her
to him forever.
 
It wasn’t about
beauty.
 
It wasn’t about perfection.
 
It was about a sincerity and earnestness that
showed itself all over her face even as she slept.
 
And a strength that wasn’t learned, but
earned.
 
She stood by him through thick
and thin.
 
She took by him when everybody
else would have left him for dead.
 
Ride
or die his ass.
 
Trina wasn’t ride or
die.
 
She wouldn’t let death be their
end.
 
She would ride to the gates of hell
to get him, and she wouldn’t stop riding until she exchanged his fate, and
brought him back home.

But right now, as he looked down the length of her, it was
her body he was after.
 
He removed his
suit coat and tie, tossing them aside, as he made his way to her bedside.
 
By the time he lifted his dress shirt and
t-shirt over his head, and stepped out of his shoes, pants and briefs, his dick
was throbbing to the point of desperation.
 
He wanted her, and was making no bones about it.

He threw the sheets off of her naked brown body, and began kissing
her legs as he moved up her body.
 
Then
he began squeezing and kissing her tight ass as he opened her.
 
When he turned her over, she began to moan.
  
He looked at her big breasts, began to ache
to taste them, and moved up along her body closer.
 
When he began sucking them, her eyes opened,
but only partially.
 
They opened in that
hooded lustful look he loved.
 
And he
sucked even harder.
 
He listened to her
moan as he sucked.
 
He looked at her as
he sucked. She looked so adorable to him, with her hair in disarray, with her
naturally long eyelashes keeping her gorgeous eyes half closed, that his mouth
left her breasts and moved up to her mouth.
 
He had to taste her again.
 
He loved
her taste.
 
Even in sleep, he loved
it.
 
He held her face as he kissed her,
and then wrapped his arms around her as he rubbed his lips against her lips in
sensual foreplay that intoxicated him.
 
He wanted her, and now it was urgent.

Trina wanted Reno too.
 
She loved to wake up with him ready to put it on her.
 
She wrapped her arms around his naked body,
and her legs around his waist as he kissed her long and lovingly.
 
She could feel his stiff dick press against
her stomach as they kissed, as if it was ready for entry without delay.
 
But this was Reno.
 
She knew where he was headed next, and her
vagina was pulsating even before he got there.

But Trina could see the tiredness in his eyes.
 
She could see the drain and exhaustion.
 
But she knew him.
 
He wasn’t going to stop until he went
there.
 
He wasn’t going to enter her
until he had some.
 
But instead of
letting him go there first, she went there.
 
And gave him some.

She pushed him off of her, landing him on his back, and then
got up, placed either leg on either side of him, and straddled him.
 
Then it was her time to move up.
 
She moved up his body, rubbing her vagina
against his chest as she did, until she was sitting on his face.

Reno felt intoxicated with love when she positioned herself
at his mouth, and he began to eat her.
 
He loved her taste between her legs as much as he loved the taste of her
mouth, and he began demonstrating that love.
 
He ate her vigorously.
 
And when
she began moving up and down, in sexual simulation, he thought he was going to
cum.
 
She held onto the headboard, he
held onto her ass, and ate her until her vaginal juices were cumming in his
face.
 
She was squeezing tight,
continually on the verge of a full orgasm, as he ate.

Until he knew it was almost too late.

He pulled her down, lying her on her back, and then guided
his rock hard cock inside of her.
 
There
was a jolt from both of them as soon as he entered her, but when he began
fucking her, that jolt became electric.

Trina laid to the foot of the bed, squeezing the bedding, as
Reno got his rhythm.
 
He pushed deeper
and deeper inside of her with every thrust, and she lifted and moaned and
closed her eyes to the pleasure as her body felt the shocks that coursed
through her body.
 
It was as if he was
bathing her with his dick.
 
As if he was
bathing her in his love.

Reno was half-sitting at the head of the bed as he fucked
her, and all he could think about was the warmth deep inside of her.
 
She was wet as hell, and was taking his
big-ass dick like the champ he took her for.
 
He fucked her slow, and she took it.
 
He fucked her faster, and she took it.
 
And when he began pounding her, fucking her to the point of losing
control he was fucking her so hard, she enjoyed it.
 
He lifted up onto his knees, and then lifted
her body up, and began sucking her breasts as he held her in his arms and fucked
her long and hard.
 

Trina climaxed within minutes of lifting up.
 
Because of the feeling.
 
Because of the change in position that caused
him to go even deeper down inside of her.
 
She didn’t think it was possible.
 
She thought he had gone as far down in her as he could go.
 
But he went down deeper still.
 
And she was crying with joy as her orgasm had
her leaning into him, holding him so tight her nails were digging into his skin,
as she felt that powerful rod put the kind of hurting on her only Reno’s dick
could.
 
She came and kept cumming.
 
She couldn’t stop cumming.

And Reno came.
 
He was
throbbing so hard that he had to stop stroking her.
 
He was pouring so strong that he had to wrap
her even tighter in his arms, pull her down on top of him, and lay them both
back down on the bed.

And then, to her amazement and joy, he began fucking her once
again.
 
He wasn’t done yet.
 
He lifted his legs and pushed into her and
pushed into her until all of his strength was gone.
 
And then he pushed some more.
 
He cupped her ass and held her open as his
cum poured out, his elation heightened, and her orgasms continued to overtake
her.

And then, and only then, was all of his strength finally
gone, and his red-hot dick, his overworked cock, came to a slow, gradual, and even
still reluctant stop.
 

Jazz and Andre sat in the lounge at Caesar’s Palace.
 
Stephanie Deevers sat across from them.
 
Stephanie swiped through the pictures on the
phone, and then looked at her two guests.

“There’s more where those came from,” Jazz said.
 
“That’s just a sample.”

Stephanie was a very elegant woman.
 
It surprised Jazz that she would need to be
anybody’s number two.
 
But she wasn’t
denying their allegations.
 
“What do you
want?” she asked.

“We want you to work with us,” Jazz said.
 
“As soon as his wife sees these photos, your
days as his lover are over.
 
As somebody
who knows the Gabrinis personally, and have for many years, there’s one thing I
know for certain: if it comes down to his lover or his wife, he’s going to
choose his wife every time.
 
Make no
mistake about that.
 
I’ve seen him drop
lovers left and right down through the years.
 
Trina, his wife, is the only consistent lady that’s ever been in his
life.”

Stephanie continued to stare at Jazz.
 
She knew nothing of who she was in Reno’s
life, and what she meant to Reno.
 
She
was counting on Reno’s love, but not for the reasons this one meant.

“We did our research,” Andre said, when Stephanie said
nothing.
 
“We know you’ve recently fell
on hard times.
 
We know you recently
filed for bankruptcy.”

Stephanie frowned.
 
It
was a raw subject for her.
 
“What is that
your business?” she asked angrily.
 
“That
is my business!”

“Reno is Trina’s business,” Jazz said, “but that doesn’t stop
you from fucking him.
 
So don’t talk to
us about business, lady.
 
You aren’t
exactly
Clean Hands Sue
, either.”

Stephanie let out a harsh exhale.
 
“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“When Gabrini dumps you, and he will, you can be out in the
cold,” Andre said.
 
“Or you can be out in
the cold with something to show for your efforts.”

Stephanie stared at them.
 
“Such as?”

“Big money,” Jazz said.
 
“You team up with us and you can have all of the money you could ever
dream of having.
 
You team up with us and
we can turn your little temporary fling with Reno Gabrini into a lifetime of
riches and power.”

“And how would you accomplish that?” Stephanie asked.

“Let us worry about that part,” Jazz said.
 
“We just need your cooperation.
 
We just need to catch Reno in the act.”

“But if you turn on us,” Andre said, “if you think you can
double cross us by running to Reno behind our backs, please know it won’t
work.
 
Please know that we have inside
guys.
 
They will know right away if you
pull that shit.
 
Just like we were able
to get these photographs of you with Reno, including the ones showing him going
into that little motel room you two keep on the side, our people will know if
you’re onboard or not.”

Stephanie smiled, and then laughed.
 
“Onboard with you?” she asked.
 
“You miss my reason for being entirely.
 
I don’t need to get onboard with you and your
little cockamamie scheme.
 
You need to
get onboard with me! For I’m not flying by the seat of my pants the way you two
are.
 
I’m not playing checkers against
chest masters.
 
Reno Gabrini is the love
of my life. Always has been since I can remember.
 
But she came along, this Katrina, and stole
his heart from me.
 
We never were close
again.
 
I despise him now.
 
That is why I came to him.
 
You misunderstand my motives entirely.”

Jazz saw hope now.
 
This woman hated Reno too.

“But you add an intriguing element,” Stephanie said as if she
was thinking it through even as she spoke.
 
“One I did not consider.
 
I was
only after revenge.
 
But revenge and
money?”
 
She began nodding.
 
“Now that could sweeten the pot.”

Jazz smiled.
 
Revenge
with money.
 
That made it all the more
sweeter for her too.

Jimmy Gabrini was on top of his wife, pumping his naked ass
off, and she laid there and let him do his thing.
 
Sometimes she was into it, and sometimes she
was not.
 
This morning, the morning she
made her decision, she definitely was not.
 
And it wasn’t because Jimmy didn’t know what he was doing.
 
He was big and had a powerful stroke.
 
But as he pushed deeper inside of her; as he
moaned and groaned and kissed the side of her face as he went deeper still,
with his sweaty, naked body on top causing her more discomfort than sensuality,
Valerie Gabrini did not have her husband on her mind.
 
She wasn’t even thinking about all of that
massiveness inside of her.
 
She just
wanted him to finish.

Jimmy knew she wasn’t into it.
 
He could feel how stiff her body laid beneath
him as he gave her all he had.
 
But that
was the story of their marriage.
 
Some
days they were in sync completely.
 
Some
days they weren’t.
 
This was definitely
one of those latter days.

But Jimmy was a young man who had to have it.
 
On that score he was his father’s son through
and through.
 
And he kept pumping his ass
off.
 
He kept forcing his thickness inside
of her beautiful wet haven until he was stroking like it was nobody’s
business.
 
He wanted her to have an
orgasm.
 
He was a generous lover.
 
He wanted Val to feel those same sensual
feelings he was feeling too.

But when it was obvious to him that she wasn’t even trying,
he decided to forget this shit and get what he could get.
 
And he got off.
 
He pumped and pumped until he ejaculated all
over her pussy with such force that even Val and all of her inattention took
notice.
 
She felt the searing heat.

But she also felt relief.
 
She was relieved that he had cum.
 
Maybe he wouldn’t notice that, although he came mightily, she didn’t cum
at all.

After releasing inside of his wife, Jimmy rolled off of her
and laid on his back.
 
He was a powerful
man now.
 
His father had made him senior
VP of the PaLargio Hotel and Casinos, Incorporated, and he was exclusively in
charge of all of his Dad’s New England operations.
 
His office was in Manchester, New Hampshire
and, per his father’s wishes, they lived nearby, in Dover.
 
And because they were building not one, but
two new family-friendly, mid-scale hotels in this state, both called the
PaLargio East, he was the big man in his community.
 
Before he came along, the mid-scale
Courtyard, Marriott’s less-expensive hotel chain, was the biggest show in
town.
 
Now the PaLargio East was
threatening to give that chain a run for its money.
 
And Jimmy was in charge of making it all
happen.
 
He loved his new role.
 
But even all of that sometimes didn’t seem to
be enough for Val.

He looked at her.
 
They
married young, probably way too young, and now had a little girl.
 
In Jimmy’s mind, his marriage had to
work.
 
Now that he had his father’s total
respect because he was handling his business the right way, and now that his
father was entrusting him with more and more responsibility, nothing was going
to compromise his position.
 
Nothing was
going to stand in the way of Jimmy keeping his father’s respect.
 
That included Val.
 
“You and Madison still going to Vegas for the
weekend?” he asked.
 
Madison was their
baby girl.

But even that question sounded accusatory to Val.
 
“Why wouldn’t we still be going, Jimmy?”

Jimmy looked at her.
 
“I’m just asking, alright?”

“Yes, we’re still going to Vegas.
 
My dad wants to see the baby and I need to
find the other half of my real estate portfolio.
 
Dad found some of it, but that’s not enough.”

Jimmy continued to stare at his young wife.
 
“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“What’s wrong?” Val responded, as if his question was
irrational.
 
“Who said something was
wrong?”

“If I’m not doing you the way you like, all you have to do is
tell me how to do better.
 
And I’ll do
better.”

“I told you nothing’s wrong,” Val insisted.
 
“I don’t know why you’re still harping on
it.”

“Did you have an orgasm?” Jimmy asked pointedly.

“I don’t have to have an orgasm every time we have sex,
Jimmy.”

“You aren’t having one most times we have sex, Val.
 
It’s not like I’m just making this stuff
up.
 
Something’s wrong and I want you to
tell me what it is.”

“I told you nothing’s wrong.
 
How many times do I have to tell you nothing’s wrong?
 
But whatever Jimmy.
 
Believe whatever you want to believe,
alright?”

She moved to get out of bed.
 
But Jimmy grabbed her wrist and stopped her progression.
 
“Is there somebody else?” he asked her.

Val stopped all movement.
 
Jimmy could feel a change come over her.
 
But when she looked at him, he knew she was going to turn it back on
him.
 
“I don’t believe this,” she
said.
 
“You, of all people, are asking me
if I have somebody else?
 
You, my
husband, the father of my daughter, had sex with a man in drag and you’re
questioning
my
fidelity?”

The week before they left for New Hampshire, Jimmy told Val
about his indiscretion.
 
It was the
hardest confession he ever had to make.
 
It almost destroyed their marriage.
 
She even considered not leaving Vegas at all.
 
But Jimmy assured her he wasn’t gay.
 
He assured her he was only bi-curious and that
was only for that one time.
 
He begged
her to give him another chance.

After seeking guidance from her father, from her church, and
even from Jimmy’s parents, Val decided to keep their family together and
rebuild that trust with Jimmy.
 
And she
also decided to leave her comfortable life in Vegas for their new life here in
Dover.
 
But it wasn’t easy for her.
 
Jimmy knew that too.
 
He knew there were many days, maybe most
days, when she still doubted him.

“I’m not questioning your fidelity,” Jimmy insisted.
 
“I just want to know why you seemed so
distant lately.”

“Maybe it’s because I have a lot on my plate lately,” Val said.
 
“You ever thought about that?
 
I’m not just here twirling my fingers all day
long.
 
I’m a real estate agent.
 
I have to get out there and hustle same as
you.
 
And I have to be a fulltime wife
and mother.
 
That’s a lot for somebody my
age.
 
But you act as if you’re the only
one out here trying to make it.
 
I have a
lot on my plate too, Jimmy.
 
You ever
thought about that?”

“I wasn’t trying to minimize your contribution, Val.”

“Yes you were!
 
You
always do.”
 
Then a sad look came over
her.
 
“Just stop being so selfish and
leave me alone.”
 
She snatched away from
him, got out of bed, and went into the master bathroom, closing the door behind
her.

Jimmy ran his hands over his face.
 
He was a handsome, biracial young man with
his father’s muscularity.
 
But sometimes
he wondered if he’d ever have his father’s ability to keep a woman
satisfied.
 
All of his prior
relationships had failed, and now his marriage was, once again, on the
rocks.
 
But his father Reno knew the
secret.
 
Even Jimmy’s girlfriends used to
want Reno.
 
Even Val, Jimmy knew, once
had a crush on Reno.