MOB BOSS 6: THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI (Mob Boss Series) (4 page)

“How
was Florida?” she asked him.

“It
was Florida.
 
I’m not sold yet on
branching out there.
 
I mean the PaLargio
without a casino?
 
I don’t know about
that.
 
And Florida is already tripping
over itself with hotels.
 
I don’t
know.
 
I haven’t decided anything yet.”

“If
you decide to go with it, maybe you’ll let me run it.
 
Hun, Reno?”

“Not
gonna happen, Fran,” Reno said plainly.

But
Fran frowned.
 
“Why not?
 
I can handle it.”

“I
don’t mix family with my business, and you know that.”

“That’s
a lie!
 
You made Trina president of the
PaLargio.
 
She’s family.
 
You have her making decisions about this
hotel.”

“That’s
nonsense.”

“What’s
nonsense?”

“Comparing
yourself to my wife.
 
That’s nonsense, so
forget about it.
 
You aren’t running any
hotel of mine, and that’s final.”

Fran
looked at her brother.
 
He could be so
cold sometimes.
 
Just because she wasn’t
the brightest bulb around didn’t mean she couldn’t learn how to operate a
hotel.
 
Trina was no Einstein either and
she was operating this one.
 
Sometimes
Fran wondered if Reno even trusted her at all.

“Speaking
of family,” Reno said as he played with his son’s little feet, “heard from
Dirty?”

Fran
knew he would go there.
 
Ever since
Ritchie Marcasi, her estranged husband everybody called Dirty, beat her to
within an inch of her life, Reno had severed all ties with him.
 
But he still seemed convinced that she would
forgive Dirty and try to take him back.
 
“Of course I haven’t heard from him,” she said.
 
“Especially after what you and Tommy did to
him.”

Reno
and Tommy Gabrini, his cousin and best friend, beat Dirty’s ass pretty
good.
 
It was payback for what Dirty had
done to Fran, but he knew Fran.
 
“I don’t
want you doing something stupid, like taking his ass back.
 
That’s all I’m saying.
 
I didn’t beat him down for you to lift him
back up.”

“What
you talking, Reno?
 
You think I’m so
desperate for a man I’ll take Dirty back?
 
You think I’m that girl?”

The
front door suddenly opened and the girl Reno had been dying to see walked
in.
 
Reno’s heart pounded when he saw
her.
  
She wore the kind of bright blue
that made her brown skin look radiant.
 
He was so happy to see her, and so angry with her, that he sat there
unable to react either way.

Trina
had no such problem.
 
As soon as she saw
her husband, her face lit up with joy.
 
“Reno!” she said jubilantly.

But
Reno wasn’t so easily changed.
  
“Where
the fuck you been?” he asked her with anger in his voice.

Fran
immediately placed her drink on the coffee table, stood up, and reached for Dommi.
 
“We’ll be in my apartment,” she said as Reno
released his son to her.

Trina
said her goodbyes to her son, promising to come and get him shortly, and Fran
and the baby left.
 

Then
Trina looked at her husband, with her expressive eyes showing her own degree of
displeasure.

“Where
the fuck you think?” she asked him.

CHAPTER TWO

Reno
stood from the sofa and began walking to her.
 
The anger in his fiery blue eyes was palpable.
 

“Didn’t
I tell you to meet my plane?
 
Didn’t I
tell you the first thing I want to see when I hit Vegas soil again was your
face?
 
I told you to have your ass at
that airstrip, Trina!”

She
missed the way he walked, the way he talked, his swag, but she wasn’t about to
back down.
 
“I had every intention of
meeting your plane,” she replied, equally perturbed.
 
“But am I a mind reader all of a sudden?
 
I didn’t know you were coming back this
early.
 
You didn’t call and tell me
anything about coming early.
 
If you
would have called me then I would have been there.”

“I
did call you!” Reno roared.
 
“I called
you fifty fucking times!
 
But nobody knew
where your ass was.
 
Nobody knew!”
 

They
were now face to face, and Reno wasn’t backing down either.
 
“And when I get here,” he continued, “I find
you left an hour ago and didn’t tell anybody anything.
 
And your phone,” he added, pulling her cell
phone out of his pocket, “is sitting in your office as if you couldn’t get away
from here fast enough!” He threw the phone onto a nearby chair.
 
“How many times do I have to tell you this
shit ain’t funny, Tree?
 
You have me
worried sick when you pull this shit!”

“First
of all, what am I pulling?” Trina asked.
 
Her face was as serious as his was angry.
 
“I went out to lunch, okay?
 
That’s all I did.
 
I don’t see where I have to tell my business to
every Joe Blow in this hotel every time I step out of the front door!
 
I’m not living that way, Reno, I told you I
wasn’t.”

“And
I told you to let me know when you left these premises.
 
Me!
 
Not some stranger or some Joe Blow or whatever.
 
Me!
 
You could have phoned and told me where you were going.
 
You could have phoned and told me
something.
 
Then I wouldn’t be so fucking
angry with your ass!”

He
caught himself.
 
He knew he had to settle
himself back down.

“You should
have called me, Tree,” he said less combatively as he looked into her
eyes.
 
He was just beginning to become
aware of her presence.
 
He was just
beginning to smell her wonderfully familiar sweet scent, and see that glint he
loved in her big, expressive eyes.
  
Suddenly he realized how relieved he was to see her face again.
 
Suddenly he realized how relieved he was to
be with her again.
 
But he couldn’t show
his relief.
 
He had to make her
understand the danger she posed to herself by her lack of interest in her
safety.
 
He had to make her understand
that.

“I
ask you again,” he said to her, moving closer into her personal space.
 
“Where the fuck were you?”

Trina
knew how intimidating Reno could be.
 
She
knew how grown men would blink if Reno Gabrini got in their face the way he was
in hers.
 
But that was exactly why she
stood her ground.
 
“I went to lunch,” she
said.
 
“That’s where I was.
 
At lunch.”

They
were now within an inch of each other and she, too, was now well aware of his
presence, of his masculinity.

“Who
did you go to lunch with?” he asked her, his mouth moving closer to hers.

Trina
felt his closeness and swallowed hard.
 
“Gem and Liz,” she said, looking at his mouth, and the way his lip
curled down in that Elvis drop along the tip.

“Gem
and who?” Reno asked, his sky-blue eyes now staring at her mouth.
 
He didn’t mean to do it, but he licked his
lip.
 

Her
entire body tightened with lust when his tongue moved across those lips she was
now dying to feel on her mouth again.
 
“Liz,” she replied.
 
“Gemma and
Liz.
 
You know Liz.”

“I
do?” Reno asked this as if their conversation was as inconsequential to him now
as the name she just mentioned.
 
He
placed his finger on her full, African lips and rubbed across them.

“Yes,”
Trina said breathlessly.
 
“You know her.”

And
that small breath that escaped from her mouth did it for Reno.
 
He placed his hands on either side of her
face and captured her mouth with his own.
 
He kissed her so hard and so passionately that it staggered her.
 
They moved as one backwards, until her back
was slammed against the wall.
 
And then
he pulled her into his arms and took full possession of her mouth.

Trina
wrapped her arms around Reno as she felt the full force of his tongue circling
hers and pulling hers and making her feel as if they hadn’t kissed in
years.
 
He slung her suit coat off of her
small body as he continued to kiss her, causing it to drop to the floor where
they stood, and then he lifted her blouse and bra over her head, dropping them
too.
 
He hoisted her body up until her
big breasts were in his face, and he began kissing them with the same fervor he
kissed her lips.

Trina
held on as Reno bit her nipples and sucked her mounds.
 
She held even firmer as he slung her skirt up
to her waist and tore open the seat of her panties as if they were nothing more
than a two-for-one pair she picked up at Walmart.

But
Reno wasn’t thinking about the price of the clothes she wore.
 
He was on a mission.
 
Tearing her panties gave him a shortcut
entrance to what he wanted most.
 
His heart
was pounding when he opened her legs and rubbed her.

He
began unbuckling and unzipping his own pants as his need for her was becoming
more and more urgent.
 
Trina knew what
was coming next.
 
This would be the first
round.
 
This would be the
can’t wait
round.
 
Because it had been a week.
 
She knew her husband.
 
She knew he could barely go without sex with
her for a day.
  
He already had pre-cum,
and she was already wet, because it had been an entire week, and Reno was about
to explode.

His
penis was already ripe and erect when he pulled it out of his pants.
 
And he couldn’t help it.
 
He rammed it into her.
 
He couldn’t wait a second longer.
 
This wasn’t about foreplay.
 
This wasn’t about making long, passionate
love to her.
 
This was about filling her.
 
He had to fill her up again.
 
He had to experience being inside his wife in
a way that made him saturate her with his love.

He
moved through her wetness with a need that bordered on desperation.
 
Trina felt the need too as he began to fuck
her.
 
She felt him slide along her ridges
as only Reno knew how to do.
 
She felt
his fullness as his masterful strokes took him further and further in.
 
Her vagina began to tingle as he kept hitting
her spot as if he were hitting a bulls eye.
 
She heard his grunts as he penetrated deeper still.
 
She moaned as he kept hitting her right where
she needed his lashing the most.

Reno
was looking at her as he fucked her.
 
Her
hair had fallen in her gorgeous face and her black body was bucking with his
every gyration.
 
“Yes.
 
Baby.
 
Yes,” he kept saying as he stroked her.
 
She kept moaning in a way that let him know he was on target.
 
And he kept pushing into her, stalking her
pussy, targeting it, until she couldn’t take another thrash.
 

She
began to pulsate so intensely that she had no choice but to cum.
 
Her pulsation, and the way her cum caused her
to squeeze her vaginal muscles around his dick with such a tight grip, made it
impossible for him to hold on a second longer.
 
He immediately poured out.
    
He
poured into her with a drenching pour.
 
He poured into her with his own cum that made him lean against her and
throb near the point of popping veins.
 
It felt so intense to Reno, to once again feel his wife’s pussy, that he
began to feel his knees buckle.
 

He
fell to his knees, taking her down with him.
 
And then even his knees lost all strength and he wrapped her in his arms
as he laid on the floor, onto his back, completely spent.