MOB BOSS 6: THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI (Mob Boss Series) (23 page)

Lou
smiled.
 
“Yes, sir, boss,” he said and
followed Briggs as his men carried Eddie out of the soundproof room.

Sal
walked over to Reno, and Jimmy followed.

“You
think Dirty’s that crazy?” Sal asked him.

“Must
be if he’s still trying to fuck with me.”
 
Reno hated that it was going in this direction because he knew what he
had to do.

“But
how would Dirty know Tony Tufarna?”

“He
used to bartend for Tony when Tony ran the PaLargio.
 
He and Tony, they go way back.”

“But
I’m still not buying it.
 
Who would trust
Dirty to pass along fifty grand to anybody?” Sal asked.
 
“A guy like that asshole would skip town
easily.”

“Unless
Tony is doing better than I thought,” Reno said.
 
“Unless Tony’s got such a wide net now that Dirty
can’t go anywhere even if he wanted to.”

“And
he knows it.”

“He
knows it,” Reno said, nodding.
 
“The
slimy motherfucker!”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It
was after eleven before Reno and Trina managed to get to bed.
 
Reno was on his side, and Trina was on her
back.
 
Both were naked and
exhausted.
 
But even in his exhaustion,
Reno managed to have his hand wedged between Trina’s toned, brown thighs,
rubbing her folds.

“I
knew Dirty was a lowlife,” Trina said as she ran her fingers through Reno’s
hair.
 
“But I still thought after what
you did to him for hitting Fran would straighten him up.
 
At least to where he wasn’t thinking about
messing with a Gabrini again.”

“I
was thinking the same way,” Reno admitted.
 
“But Dirty’s always had the capacity to amaze.”

Trina’s
eyes fluttered slightly as Reno’s pussy massage had her tinkling with increased
intensity.
 
“What about Fran?
 
She know Dirty had a hand in trying to set up
her nephew?”

“I
called and told her,” Reno replied.
 
“Just in case she had any misguided ideas about getting back together
with that prick.
 
But she was even more
angrier with him than we are.
 
Said when
she gets back from Europe she was going to kick his ass.”

“She’d
better get in line,” Trina said, and then she groaned.
 
“Oh
Reno
!”
 
She said this loudly when he
moved his fingers in deeper.
 
She could
feel her pussy saturating his digits.

“You
like that?” Reno asked as he watched her eyes and pushed a third finger inside
of her.

“Yes,”
Trina said, her eyes closing.

“If
you like that,” Reno said, poking her harder and harder, “then you’ll love
this.”
 

He
pushed open her thighs with his hands, got between her legs, and began to
mouth-fuck her.
 
Her hands latched onto
the back of her pillow as her body began to arch and rock with every lick and
suck and taste.
 
Reno had her thighs as
wide apart as they could possibly go, and he held her not-completely-healed ass
in the palm of his hands, as he put it on her.
 
She was so wet, and so ready that Reno was getting a hard-on just
watching her squirm.
 
He was going to
enjoy fucking her tonight, he thought, as he ate her.
 
Despite all the shit going on around them, he
was going to enjoy this.

Briggs
opened the door to the hotel room, and Jimmy stepped inside.

“What’s
up, Jimbo?”

“Where
is he?”

“Where’s
who?”

“Where’s
Eddie, Briggs?”

“He’s
in the bedroom.
 
Why?”

“How’s
he doing?”

Briggs
looked at Jimmy.
 
“Doc bandaged him
up.
 
Said he’ll live.”

“I
want to talk to him.”

“Negative,”
Briggs said.

“Dad
don’t mind.
 
I need to talk to him,
Briggs.”

“About
what?
 
What could you possibly need to talk
to that small-time hustler about?”

Jimmy
swallowed hard.
 
“Ashley and Coop,” he
said.

Briggs
looked at Jimmy.
 
He realized just how
badly he probably needed to talk to Dreeson.
 
He nodded his head.
 
“Okay.
 
But don’t get him too upset.
 
Your father may need more information and we
don’t want him to get stubborn again.”

“Thanks,
Briggs,” Jimmy said as he went into the bedroom of the suite, and closed the
door.

Eddie
was lying in the bed, his leg bandaged on top of the covers.
 
Jimmy walked up to him.

“What
the fuck you want?” Eddie asked irritably.
 
His swag was gone.

“You
said you and Ashley were playing me.”

Eddie
snorted.
 
“Ashley was playing your
ass.
 
I was just giving her pointers.”

“But
she was your woman?”

“She
was one of them.”

“So
what you’re saying is that she never loved me.
 
That’s what you’re saying, right?”

“Loved
you?
 
That’s what you’re concerned
about?
 
Whether or not Ash loved
you?
 
That girl could barely stand the
sight of you!
 
You were just a rich jock
whose only claim to fame was that you were your father’s son.
 
If Reno wasn’t your old man she wouldn’t have
given some punk like you the time of day.
 
But you had money.
 
And we planned
to get as much of it as our grubby little hands could get.
 
Ashley was determined to do that.
 
And would have too, if she could have stayed
out of Reno’s eyesight.
 
But Reno took
one look at her and she knew the gig was up.
 
She knew we had to move on Tufarna’s offer after that.
 
Love, young blood, had nothing to do with
it.
 
You were just a cash cow in her
eyes.
 
In mine and Cooper’s too,” Eddie
added.

Jimmy
stared at Eddie.
 
How do you respond when
you hear that your woman and your best friend were both playing you for all
they could get?
 
How was a man supposed
to handle that?
 
Was he supposed to let
the dude that knew he was a chump and a punk continue to walk around free and
clear to tell everybody?
 
Was he supposed
to live with that ridicule?

Then
Jimmy thought about Reno.
 
What would his
father do if he was humiliated like this?
 
Then he thought about what his father did with ShoShawna Shanks.
 
He thought about that vividly.
 
He remembered the thrill he felt when he saw
his father handle his business.
 
Whatever
ShoShawna Shanks had done, his father was making sure she didn’t do it
again.
 
He didn’t stand around and think
about it. He did it.
 
And that was when
Jimmy decided the time for thinking was over for him too.
 
He had to do it.
 
He had to set this piss-ass straight.

Trina
was on her back against the bed’s headboard and her legs were wrapped around
Reno’s neck as he held her by the catch of her ass and pushed his dick deeper
and deeper into her cunt.
  
He was
sucking her breasts as he fucked her, and her body was responding as if she
could barely handle the intense sensations that rippled from the top of her
frame to the bottom.
 

For
the longest time they were able to maintain a steady rhythm that made both of
them feel as if there was no better sex anywhere.
 
Reno’s mouth couldn’t stop sucking Trina’s
breasts, turning them red and wet with his love.
 
He loved this woman.
 
He wanted his manhood to prove just how much
he loved this woman.
 
And he stroked and
he stroked.
 
Their bodies moved in unison
as he stroked.
 
Sweat began to pour from
his body as he fucked her.

But
just when they thought they were within strokes of cumming, and just when they
thought they were right near that edge of tipping over, the phone began to
ring.

“Don’t
stop,” she begged as her hands held onto his hair and her stomach pushed in and
out with every thrash he put on her.

“Oh,
Tree,” he replied as he didn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to.

But
that phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and Reno knew there was too much going on for
him to ignore it.

“Fuck!”
he said loudly as he held Trina up with one hand, and grabbed the phone from
the nightstand with the other hand.

“Speak
now or hang the hell up!” Reno barked.

It
was Sal.
 
“Put on your pants, Casanova,
and get down here to Dreeson’s room.”

“Why
would I wanna do that?”

“It’s
Jimmy, Ree.
 
Get down here now.”

Reno’s
heart began to pound.
 
He hung up the
phone.

“What’s
wrong?” Trina asked him.

But
he wasn’t about to worry her.
 
Not
yet.
 
“Probably nothing,” he said, and
then kissed her on the lips.
 
“But I’ve
got to go and check on it.”

Trina
felt robbed when Reno’s dick slid out of her.
 
She felt suddenly void and empty.
 
But she was more concerned by that distressed look on his face.
 
She watched him closely as he got out of bed
and threw on a pair of pants.

The
elevator door slid open and Reno, in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, hurried off
and ran down the corridor to the room near the end of the hall.
 
Briggs opened the door as if he saw him
coming, and Reno hurried inside.

Sal
was already there and was standing in the bedroom staring at Eddie’s lifeless
form.
 
Reno stopped in his tracks when he
saw him.

“What
the hell happened here?” he asked.

Briggs
came in behind him.
 
“Jimmy wanted to
talk to him.
 
I didn’t see the harm,
since he was involved in this, so I let him.
 
Then I heard the gunshot.”

Reno’s
heart dropped through his shoe.
 
The very
thing he feared most for his son, that his son would be tainted with the same
blood Reno was now tainted with, had come true.
 
He should have seen it coming.
 
A
boy who would pull a gun on his own father wasn’t somebody to take
lightly.
 
But he didn’t see it
coming.
 
He didn’t.
 
Reno ran his hand through his hair, and
closed his tired eyes.

Jimmy
was playing a one-man game of basketball when Reno entered the PaLargio’s
private gym.
 
He walked up to his son,
his face a mask of distress, but his son kept shooting hoops.
 
Finally, Reno intercepted the ball and forced
Jimmy to look at him.
 
And as soon as he
did, Reno saw it.
 
He saw that hollow
look that he’d seen in the eyes of many a badass when they believed they had
nothing to lose.
 
Jimmy, to Reno’s
horror, had crossed that line.

“He
deserved it,” Jimmy said in a voice that to Reno sounded shrill and
sanctimonious.

“Oh,
yeah?” Reno replied.
 
“Says who?
 
You?”

“Yeah,
me.
 
And you too.
 
I didn’t do anything different than what you
do all the time.
 
He deserved it.”

“Eddie
Dreeson was the scum of the earth, but who the hell are you to snuff him out?”

“He
humiliated me!” Jimmy yelled, pointing angrily at his father.
 
“He slept with my woman!
 
You wouldn’t let a man live who slept with
Tree.”

“I
would if Tree wanted his dick up her ass.”

Jimmy
chose to ignore that.
 
“You did it to
ShoShawna Shanks,” he said.
 
“I saw
you!
 
She wasn’t even armed when you shot
her.
 
So don’t try it, Pop.
 
I only did what you do all the time.”