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

  RENO GABRINI:

  FOR HIS LOVER

  BY

  MALLORY MONROE

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  EPILOGUE

  PROLOGUE

  Behind every great fortune

  lies a great crime.

  -Honore de Balzac

  The grand reopening of the PaLargio Hotel and Casino on the Vegas Strip created a traffic jam of stretch limousines outside its doors, and a who’s who of celebrities and dignitaries under its roof. Young Reno Gabrini, the brand new owner of the hot Vegas showplace, stood center stage in the magnificent lobby and greeted his enthusiastic guests. In his white tux that highlighted his fine muscular frame, and with his beautiful brown hair piled high and his brilliant blue eyes intense but friendly, he projected the perfect image of youth and strength for the new and improved hotel. All of the other owners around the Strip were old white guys with about as much style as the toupees they wore. But word got around that this tough guy Gabrini, this hot shot Italian, was in a league of his own.

  Some of the guests shook Reno’s hand quickly and then hurried toward what was billed as the largest casino on the Strip, and with the biggest bank. They were the real gamblers who didn’t show up to hobnob with the owner. They showed up to make big money. Others, the types who never turned down a chance to get their pictures taken, held court with Reno, laughing and talking about nothingness, before he was forced to move them along in favor of the next big name.

  His security force stood along the edges of the opulent palace, in their Secret Service-styled black suits, and to a man they were roundly impressed. The idea that their boss, a hardcore gangster in the long run, could meet and greet and wine and dine so many uppity mucks without appearing to so much as break a sweat, astounded them. He was one of them. Back home, in Jersey, they all came up the same way. They all were raised to be rough and tough and gruff as a motherfuck. But Reno came to Vegas, when he was barely nineteen, and took the place by storm. Now he was in his twenties and was nearly as big as the owners of Caesar’s and Wynn’s. Now he was looking every inch the part of the big shot businessman. They looked at each other, smiled and nodded. That’s Reno, their happy eyes said.

  Reno acquired the PaLargio just six months ago, snatching it out of Receivership with the financial backing of some of his less-than-savory, but loyal mob friends. He reworked the crumbling façade out front, upgraded every inch of the hotel inside, and expanded the casino to become the envy of the Strip. And he was already ready, on his opening night, to declare all of his hard work a rousing success. The PaLargio was about to go to the top of the heap in Vegas, and Reno was on top of the world.

  Until Vinny Steletti, a trusted childhood friend he brought over from Jersey, walked over and interrupted the conversation he was having with an A-list actress. “You got a minute, boss?” Vinny asked.

  Reno smiled his high wattage smile at the beautiful actress. He was glad to get away. “Will you excuse me?”

  The actress smiled her own high wattage smile, the same smile that undoubtedly got her all of those meaty roles to begin with, and wrapped her fur coat around her bone-thin body. “For now,” she said mischievously. And then she and her entourage walked away.

  “What is it?” Reno asked Vinny before yet another dignitary hurried over and commanded his attention.

  “Stephanie’s at the bar. She asked if she could have a word.”

  Reno exhaled. Her timing was lousy. She should have known he would be too preoccupied on his opening night. But she only came when she really needed him. “I need more bodies out here in the lobby,” he said. “Where the hell is everybody anyway?”

  “Mingling like they’re guests too,” said Vinny. “I saw a few in the casino playing the tables, can you believe those motherfuckers? A few were in the lounge.”

  “Round them up,” Reno ordered. “Tell them to get their asses out here to meet and greet until I get back.”

  “Will do, boss,” Vinny said. But as Reno was about to leave, Vinny touched the sleeve of his white tux.

  Reno looked at his old friend. “Yeah, what?”

  “Friend to friend?”

  Reno knew what that meant. Vinny had a question that would be on point as Reno’s friend, but totally out of bound as his employee. “What is it?” Reno asked, giving permission.

  “I don’t get it,” Vinny said. “Of all of your girlfriends, of all of these ladies you’re fooling around with, you seem to elevate Stephanie to your number one. Why? She’s needy as hell. She has so much drama going on she could write a book. And she ain’t nearly as pretty as your other ladies. Why her?”

  Reno knew a superficial man like Vinny would never understand. “She has a good heart,” he responded anyway. “And I don’t like how everybody keeps trampling over it.”

  Vinny smiled. “So what are you saying, Reno? She’s your stray cat?”

  Reno’s offended look caused Vinny to wipe that smile off of his face. And to attempt damage control without hesitation. “I didn’t mean anything by it though. It was just a joke.”

  “Keep jokes like that to yourself,” Reno admonished. “She’s one of my oldest and dearest friends. Watch yourself,” he added, and left Vinny’s side. Vinny pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.

  Reno walked swiftly across the massive lobby toward the hotel bar. The night was young, and so was Reno. But for all the pressure that running an organization this vast was putting on him, he already felt like a very old man. Drained already, he thought as he looked at his watch. And it was barely nine pm.

  He saw Stephanie Deevers at the bar, her long legs crossed, as she sipped her drink. She wo
re shades indoors, which made him know that her bruises had not healed. Or were there new ones?

  “That bastard bother you again?” Reno asked as soon as he arrived at her side.

  “After what you did to him?” Stephanie responded. “He’s not crazy.”

  “He cried like a fucking baby,” Reno said with a grin.

  Stephanie smiled too, jerked her long, blond hair back, and looked at him. “Thank you,” she said, heartfelt.

  Reno stared at her. Vinny was right. She was not a beautiful woman. But Reno loved her. “You’re welcome,” he said.

  “I should have let you deal with him months ago.”

  Reno smiled. “Yes, you should have!” Then he stared at her. He could sense her sadness even if he couldn’t see her eyes. His look turned serious too. “What’s the deal, Steph? How are you doing?”

  “The truth?” she asked.

  “No. A lie. Lie to me.” Reno frowned. “Yeah, the truth, what are you talking?”

  “I need your help. I need the kind of help only you can give to me. But I don’t want you to cheat on your first love.”

  Reno was confused. What was she talking about? “My first love?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Stephanie said. “The PaLargio is your first true love and this is her biggest night.”

  Reno laughed. “Okay, whatever you say.”

  “It’s true,” Stephanie said with a smile of her own. “The PaLargio is your first true lover, Reno. She’s your woman. You may fall hard for another woman in the future. You may. But for right now, the PaLargio is that woman.”

  Reno was never a man to dispute the truth. He knew he put his heart and soul in this place. He knew, deep down, Stephanie was right.

  “I shouldn’t be here on your big night,” she said. “I’m always bringing my problems to you, and that’s not fair. Especially not tonight.”

  Again, Reno wasn’t going to argue with the truth. “But?” he asked her.

  She looked at him. “But I need some, Reno.”

  Reno glanced down, at her big breasts, and then back into her face. “You need some?” His look was hooded now.

  She nodded. “I need it. And there’s nobody I can turn to. Ever since we were teenagers in Jersey, I was always turning to you to solve my problems. You always came through for me, Reno. In and out of bed. But your success in bed made me yours for life. Your lover for life.”

  Reno laughed. “I’m sure somebody else will fill that bill,” he said. But he was only feeding his ego. He knew he was the one.

  “I’ve yet to meet the man who can satisfy me like you do,” Stephanie said, confirming the feed. “Nobody has ever been able to do me like you do.”

  Reno didn’t need her kind of emotional baggage. Not tonight. But he knew what she was going through with that prick of a husband of hers. And with those ungrateful relatives who just wanted her money. He wasn’t about to turn her down. “Go upstairs,” he said to her. She had a key to the room. To their room, as she saw it. “I’ve got to make sure my people are in place, and then I’ll be up.”

  He was about to go, but Stephanie touched his hand. “Thanks, buddy,” she said.

  “What are you thanking me for?” He had a little edge in his voice. “It’ll be my pleasure too.”

  Stephanie smiled as Reno walked away. He’d never know how much she loved him. He’d never know how much she depended on him. No man alive had ever treated her so well, and that beautiful fact alone would meld her to him forever. No bitch on earth was ever going to get between her and her Reno. Not even his beloved PaLargio. Which was why, she thought with a slick smile, she picked this night especially to make an appearance.

  Then she drained the last of her drink, grabbed her clutch, and headed upstairs.

  Outside at the PaLargio, at the back end of a long line of limousines waiting to pull up under the portico and decamp their rich passengers, Alberto Serrantz, a limo driver, leaned his head out of his vehicle’s window. “Hey, you!” he shouted. “Yeah, you. Get over here!”

  One of the army of men handling outside security for Reno, and handling, as it happened, traffic control, walked over to the limo. “Yeah, what?”

  “We’re here to see Reno Gabrini,” Alberto said.

  Reno’s man frowned. “Yeah you and every uppity muck out here. Wait your turn!”

  Alberto was offended. “Oh, so you’re a wise guy security guard?” he asked. “We’ve got us a fucking wise guy here. Telling me to wait my turn. Watch your mouth!”

  “I’m just stating a fact. Look for yourself.”

  But Alberto didn’t have to look. He knew there had to be at least ten limos ahead of his. But his situation was different. “All of those so-called elites combined wouldn’t add up to the person I’ve got in my ride.”

  “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 gotdammit 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.