Sal Gabrini: Just The Way You Are (16 page)

He moved his
hands to the front and fondled her breasts as he rubbed his dick between her
dark brown cheeks.
 
His mouth nipped away
at her ear, and his body moved hers in a motion that simulated dancing and sex
all in one fluidity.
 
He cherished this
woman, and wanted her to know just how much.

He trailed
kisses along the side of her face, to the point that he licked her she tasted
so good.
 
And as his hand continued to
fondle her breast, and his mouth continued to kiss her, his other hand found
its way between her legs.

Gemma
quivered when she felt the soft rub of his fingers on her clitoris.
 
She leaned against him as that sweet, gentle
feeling began to roll through her body.
 
She lifted her arms up and placed her hands in his silky hair.
 
She pushed her ass even harder against his
hardening erection, and their bodies continued to move.
 
The pouring water stream soaked both of them
without quenching their fire.

And when Sal
turned her around, facing him, and gave her a long, wet kiss, she thought it
couldn’t get any better than this.
 
But
it always did with Sal.
 
Because he never
stopped.
 
Because as soon as she thought
this was it, and she was poised to climax from his kiss alone, his mouth left
hers and kissed its way down her body until he was knelt down, between her
legs, kissing, licking, and then eating her there.

Sal’s dick
began to ache with engorgement as he ate his beautiful Gemma.
 
Her taste, her smell, mesmerized his senses
and caused him to go down on her so hard that she held her breath and pressed
her hands against both sides of the stall just to remain upright.
 
She was at the point of orgasm already as he
went in deeper, and ate her harder.

But Sal
couldn’t wait much longer either.
 
He was
almost at that point himself.
 
Especially
when he stood back up and positioned his cock to enter her, and she felt its
tip.
 
She squeezed the tip by reflex, and
that response alone caused him to shriek in joy.

Gemma
exhaled, as if she was coming up from a long time underwater, when she felt the
tip of his penis at her entry.
 
She
looked so damned sexy to him with her hooded eyes and puckered lips that he
captured her mouth again with his, and then thrust his dick into her with a
forceful thrust.

Gemma
inhaled deeply from the impact.
 
She felt
the pound as if his dick had just struck her heart, and she held onto Sal’s big
body as he lifted her into his massive arms.
 
She wrapped her legs around him, he placed his hands beneath her thighs,
and she rode his cock like a cowgirl rode a horse.

Sal’s horse
of a cock went deeper and deeper into Gemma, going further in with each
ride.
 
Every vein in his tanned, muscular
arms were showing as he held her up.
 
And
it felt too good to him.
 
It felt too intense.
 
And he couldn’t hold out any longer.

He let out a
rough cry, he let out a howl of a cry, and came before she did.
 
He couldn’t hold on a second longer.

And then
Gemma came too.
 
She held onto him
tightly as her pussy pulsated like a drum, as his cock continued to pound her,
as his release saturated her.
 
Sal was
getting weak-kneed as he poured his strength into her, and he had to back her
against the wall of the shower stall for extra support.
 
But he continued to fuck her.
 
Long and hard.
 
Even as he poured into her, he couldn’t get
enough of her.

When it was
over, when both had climaxed out, they looked into each other’s eyes.
 
Gemma was breathing so heavily, and so
exhaustively, that Sal kissed her again and effectively took her breath
away.
 
When their kiss ended, and Sal
finally put her down, she smiled and shook her head.
 

“Bet you
can’t top that ever again,” she said.

“Wait until
I get back tonight,” he said.
 
“You’re
going to lose that bet.”

Gemma
laughed.
 
“Oh yeah?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Alright,
big shot,” she said.
 
“Now may I have
some privacy?
 
Now may I take my bath?”

“Only if you
bathe my dick,” Sal said.

Gemma
playfully pushed him out of the stall.
 
“Boy bye,” she said as she did.
 
“Better bathe your own dick!”

Sal laughed,
went to the sink, and did just that.
 
But
that was what he loved about Gemma Jones.
 
She wasn’t about to let anybody, not even him, take her kindness for
weakness.

It was in
the hands of the jury now.
 
Gemma felt as
if she had done her best.
 
She left it
all on the field.
 
Even her client, who was
looking at ten years in prison on the various counts, thanked her for her
efforts.

And then she
left the courtroom and headed into the stairwell.
 
Her goal was to go downstairs, grab a bite to
eat in the cafeteria, and then head back to her office.
 
But as she walked down the stairs, she wasn’t
feeling triumphant about her Summation.
 
She wasn’t even thinking about that court case.
  
As she walked down those stairs, her briefcase
and purse at her side, she couldn’t stop thinking about Sal.

The
shareholders meeting went well.
 
He
texted her and told her it had gone better than expected.
 
But she knew he wasn’t flying back to Vegas
right away.
 
She knew he still had to
meet with his East Coast goons.
 
She knew
at least one of those goons, one of his closest underlings, had betrayed him.

“Hey,
Gemma,” a fellow attorney, Ty Kojowski, who was walking up the stairwell,
greeted her.
 
“Welcome to parenthood.”

“Not quite
yet,” she said with a smile as they stopped on the landing.

“How far
along are you?”

“Eight-and-a-half
months.”

“I’m
surprised that husband of yours haven’t sidelined you by now.”

Gemma
smiled.
 
“He’s trying, believe that.”

“Listen,” Ty
said, “I’m so sorry about what happened to Mark.
 
I just found out about it the other day.
 
I had no idea.”

That sounded
odd to Gemma, since Mark Price died over seven months ago and his death, at the
time, was all over the news and was hot fodder for the courthouse gossip
machine.
 
But some people did live under
rocks.
 
“Yeah, it was unfortunate,” she
said.

“A murder-suicide
they said,” Kojowski said.
 
“He killed
his woman, and then killed himself?”

That was how
Sal and Reno set the scene after they took out Mark and his lady friend.
 
It wasn’t exactly something Gemma wanted to
revisit.
 
“That’s what they said, yeah.”

“Shame.
 
And I don’t mean to be crass,” Kojo said,
“but now that you have a vacancy at your law firm, I’d love to be considered as
a partner.”

It baffled
Gemma why did so many of her colleagues wanted to work for her.
 
It was true that her wins versus losses had
improved tremendously over time, but she still wasn’t considered at the top of
her profession.
 
Or was it about her
skills at all?
 
Was it more because her
husband was Sal Gabrini, and his cousin was Reno Gabrini, and those two men
ruled Vegas?
 
Was it an issue of being
closer to power, rather than closer to success?
 
“We’ll see,” was all she’d say about it, and began heading downstairs.

“Just keep
me in mind,” Kojo said, and continued walking upstairs.
 
“That’s all I ask!”

Gemma waved
as she headed downstairs.
 
She could
barely digest her conversation with Ty, or continue to worry about Sal, when
she ran into another colleague: Judge Tim Dunclave.
 
She knew him when he used to work in the DA’s
office.

“Hey,
Gemma,” Tim said with a smile as they approached each other.
 
He was going up while she was going
down.
 
“How did it go?”

“Don’t know
yet,” Gemma said as she continued walking.
 
“The jury’s still out.”

“Well good
luck.”

“Thanks,
Tim,” Gemma said with a smile of her own and kept walking down the stairs.
 
Tim kept walking too.
 
Or at least she thought he had.
 
But he, instead, looked up, saw that the
coast was clear, turned around quickly, and then gave Gemma, his old colleague,
a hard, forceful, violent push down the stairs.

Gemma felt
her knees buckle as soon as she felt the push in her back.
 
But before she could react, or hold on, she
tilted over and began to roll and roll.
 
Her purse and briefcase left her grasp and spilled all over the
stairwell as she tumbled down.
 
And still
she rolled.
 
By the time her body landed
at the bottom of the stairs, in a gravely awkward position, she still didn’t
know what hit her.

And then she
couldn’t know.
 
Because the darkness
came.

Luddie’s Bar
was still standing on the outskirts of Seattle and Sal walked up to the counter
feeling as if it was déjà vu.
 
He hadn’t
been there in years, not since he was a sergeant with the police department.
 
But old Luddie was still there, with her big
breasts and big blonde wig, and the bar’s owner, Grady, was still there
too.
 
It looked eerily the same.
 
Both were behind the counter.

“It’s been a
long time, Sal,” Grady said jovially when Sal sat down.
 
He placed a pint of beer on the counter in
front of Sal.
 
“It’s on the house, old
friend.”

“Thanks,
Grady.”

“For old
time’s sake,” Grady added.

“Nothing’s
changed,” Sal said, looking around the joint.

“Nothing’s
changed is right.
 
Why should it?
 
If it ain’t broke, you don’t fix it.”

Luddie came
over.
 
“Hey, Sal,” she said with a grand
smile.
 
She’d aged, and not very
gracefully.
 
But her big breasts, and
that big blonde wig, were still the same.

Sal and
Luddie went way back, but it was purely a sexual thing.
 
A thing Grady never had a clue about.
 
“Hey, Lube,” Sal said with a smile.
 
“I hear you married this bum.”

“I got
drunk,” Luddie said, “and woke up married.
 
What can I say?”

“She’s a
liar,” Grady said.
 
“I’m the one who got
drunk.
 
I’m the one woke up married.”

“Geez,” Sal
said, “what a loving couple you two are.”

Grady
smiled.
 
And went and served another
customer.

Luddie
leaned over the bar.
 
“You’re still the
best I ever had, Sallie.”

“Yeah, I’ll
bet.”

Luddie
seemed offended.
 
“You were.”

Sal looked
at her.
 
He used to bang her in the
backroom, never anything more than that, and she was remembering that with
fondness?
 
Was she insane?

“You and
Grady’s been together for a long time,” Sal said.
 
“And he married you.
 
That’s a good thing.”

She
smiled.
 
“If you say so.”

“It’s a good
thing, Lude.
 
Grady’s a good man.”

“I married
beneath myself.
 
But what can you
do?”
 
Then Luddie stared at Sal. “I heard
you married beneath yourself too.”

Sal looked
at her.
 
“You heard that?”

“Yeah, I
heard that.”

“Then you
heard wrong,” Sal said.
 
“My wife married
beneath herself when she hitched up with me.”

“Yeah,
right,” Luddie said.

Sal’s temper
flared.
 
“Yeah get the fuck out of my
face.
 
I got your
yeah, right
.
 
Who are you to
tell me who I married?
 
Get outta here!”

“I didn’t
mean anything by it.
 
I was giving you a compliment,
geez, Sal.
 
I heard you married a black
girl.”

Sal didn’t
respond.
 
He took a swig of his glass of
beer.

“What
happened, Sal?” Luddie asked him.
 
“I
remember when you hated blacks and Mexicans and Asians and anybody who wasn’t
white.
 
What happened?”

Sal didn’t
respond.

“You love
the blacks now?
 
Then how come you blew a
gasket when you found out I was fooling around with black guys?
 
How come you said black was beneath me, Sal,
if you’re married to one now?”

“I said that
shit because I was a stupid racist then,” Sal decided to say.
 
“I said a lot of stupid shit.
 
Did you expect me to stay ignorant all my
life?
 
I grew some balls. I woke the fuck
up.
 
What’s your excuse?”

Luddie
smiled.
 
Nothing could knock her.
 
Sal used to admire that about her.
 
“I know the real story,” she said, “and it
ain’t got nothing to do with you waking up or getting some balls.
 
I know your ass.
 
You married that chick because her pussy was
better to you than everybody else’s.
 
That’s the only possible reason your tired ass would walk down anybody’s
aisle.”

Grady
returned by Luddie’s side.
 
“What’s with
you two?
 
I heard y’all jawing from
across the bar.
 
And what’s so funny,
Lube?”

“This new
and improved Sal Luca.”

“New and
improved my ass,” Grady said.

“That’s what
I said!” Luddie said with a laugh.

“Fuck both
of y’all,” Sal responded with a smile of his own.

Then he saw
his men arrive and head for a back table.

Sal drank
the last of his beer.
 
“Duty calls,” he
said, and walked away.

Grady looked
at Luddie.
 
“Are you crazy tangling with
him?”

“Who?
 
Sal?
 
What’s so crazy about it?”

“He’s mafia,
Lude.
 
He ain’t no crooked cop no
more.
 
He’s mafia.”

Luddie
looked at Sal.
 
“Oh, yeah?” she
asked.
 
But she wasn’t scared.
 
Her eyes were filled with regret for what
might have been.
 
Her eyes were filled
with lust for a man she still wanted.
 
A
man, she knew, she could have easily won over for life if her damn pussy had
been golden too.

The meeting
progressed the way all of their meetings progressed.
 
It was a royal waste of time.
 
Sal was stringing them along, since he
already had an operation in place, as he made clear that his west coast men
were searching for answers and they had to be patient.
 
But they weren’t trying to be patient.
 
Especially not Sal’s number one lieutenant
and number one suspect: Nicky Castellano.
 
His hand was now working at half-capacity from the time Sal stabbed him
with that knife.
 
But he was still
feisty.

“It’s a sin
what’s happening,” Nicky Cass said forcefully.
 
“It’s as if we don’t have our shit together, boss.
 
They knock us off one by one, our crew chiefs
no less, and what have we done in return?
 
Why haven’t we taken them out yet?”

“Who are we
supposed to take out?” Sal asked Nicky.

“I don’t
know who,” Nicky admitted, “but we’d better come up with somebody today or we
might not have a tomorrow as an organization.
 
We won’t be strong enough.
 
Bum
runners all over the place will take us out.”

Sal’s cell
phone began ringing.
 
“Nobody’s taking us
out,” Sal said, glancing down at his Caller ID.
 
When he saw that it was the Vegas hospital calling, he thought about
Gemma and answered quickly.
 
“Is my wife
okay?” he asked.

“Is this Mr.
Gabrini?”

“Yes!
 
Is my wife okay?”

There was a
slight pause.
 
“No, sir,” the caller
said.
 
“There’s been an accident.
 
You will need to come to the hospital.”

Sal’s heart
fell through his shoe, and he stood to his feet.
 
“She’s pregnant,” he said to the phone.

“Yes, sir,
we’re well aware of that.
 
And her doctor
has been notified.
 
But we cannot give any
more information over the phone.”

“I’m on my
way,” Sal said.
 
“I’m in Seattle, but I’m
on my way.”

Sal began
hurrying from the table.

“What are
you doing?” Nicky asked.

“I’ve got to
leave!”

“But what
about us?” Nicky asked.
 
But Sal had
already run out.
 

Floored,
Nicky looked at his colleagues at the table.
 
“See what I mean?
 
It’s all about
that wife of his.
 
What kind of boss is
that?
 
We need new leadership, I’m
telling you.
 
We’ve got to get somebody
else in charge.”

Angelo
Scorsese, however, would have none of it.
 
He rose too.
 
“I’d like you to try
and replace Sal Luca.
 
I’d love to see
that outcome.
 
I already know what it’s
going to be, but I’d love to see it just the same.
 
New leadership.
 
Are you fucking kidding me?
 
Sal is the strongest boss in the
business.
 
He put us right up there with
him.
 
Who else am I going to follow?
 
You?”

Then
Scorsese flapped his hand dismissively.
 
“Get outta here!” he said, as he left the bar too.

Jimmy Mack
Gabrini, Reno’s oldest son from a previous relationship, was standing in front
of his stepmother’s desk in her office at the PaLargio.
 
His stepmother, Trina Gabrini, was seated
behind the desk.

“I don’t
care how long he’s been here, Jimmy,” she said, “he’s got to go.”

“He made one
mistake.
 
Just one,” Jimmy said.
 
“We can’t turn our backs on him just for
making that one mistake, Ma.
 
He’s one of
our best managers.”

“I don’t
care.
 
What he did will not be tolerated
here.
 
Colin knew better.”

“He was
probably drunk.
 
He’s no perv.”

“That’s not
what the police report said.
 
He exposed
himself, not just to one lady, but to various women that night.
 
He had time to think and change.
 
But he kept pulling it out anyway.
 
I won’t have a man with judgment that poor
working at the PaLargio.”

Reno walked
into the office.
 
Jimmy sighed
relief.
 
“Good, Dad,” he said.
 
“Hopefully you can resolve this.”

Reno wasn’t
in the mood.
 
There were a hundred fires
to be put out today, and he didn’t need this additional one.
 
But Jimmy had asked him to come up.
  
“Okay, what is it?” he asked as he sat in
the chair in front of Trina’s desk.
 
“You’ve got thirty seconds so be quick about it.”

“Colin
Greene was arrested and Mom wants to dump him.”

“Tell the
full story, Jimmy,” Trina said.
 
“Mom
wants to dump him because he tried to dump on a group of ladies last night.”

Reno
frowned.
 
“What?”

“He was
arrested for indecent exposure,” Trina said.
 
“Fifteen counts.”

“
Got
damn.
 
Was he on duty?” Reno asked.

“No,” Jimmy
said.

Reno
nodded.
 
“Good.
 
They could have sued our asses off.”

“But that’s
not the point, Reno,” Trina said.
 
“He
was arrested.
  
That’s the point.”

“But he’s
never been in trouble in his life before, Dad.
 
Yet Mom wants to dump him like a bad habit because he made that one
mistake, and that’s not right.”

“We have an
obligation to our customers,” Trina said.
 
“Not to Colin!
 
We can’t have a
man with that kind of judgment running the Clover.”

“His
judgment has never been questioned before,” Jimmy said.

“But it’s in
question now,” Trina said.

Reno stood
up.
 
He didn’t have time for this.
 
“Give him another chance,” he said.

“Reno!”
Trina was livid.

“Give him
another chance,” Reno ordered.
 
“At least
until after his court case is resolved.
 
If he has to do time, then fuck him.
 
Fire him.
 
If he’s exonerated, then
he stays.
 
Innocent until proven guilty,
Tree, remember?”