Reno and Son: Don't Mess with Jim (The Mob Boss Series) Page 4

  “You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Gabrini,” he said to her as he traced kisses along her face and neck.

  Trina smiled and held up her chin as he kissed her. “Even with my baby weight?”

  “Even with every ounce of it,” Reno replied, still kissing her. “You can get big as a fucking cow,” he said, and Trina laughed, “and you’re still be my baby. You’re still be the one and only woman I want. The only one!” Reno said this and then pressed his lips onto her mouth as hard as he could and began kissing her with the kind of desperate passion that unleashed hers. They were hot now, and moving their heads from side to side as they sought every angle for their kiss. And it was a passionate kiss, filled with their combined grunts and groans and that anticipatory sensation that both of them could never suppress.

  Reno unbuckled, unzipped, and then slipped down his pants and briefs. His dick poked out against her stomach, and she reached down and began rubbing it. Reno closed his eyes as soon as he felt her hand on his rod, and he began to moan as he kissed her. The more she massaged him, the more he moaned, until he began rubbing his lips against hers in a kind of lustfulness that defied mere kissing.

  But when she crotched down and began to suck his dick, and the sensations shot through his body like a blast of hard liquor, the feelings became so intense that he had to splay his hands against the door just to stop his knees from buckling.

  He leaned his head back, in love with Trina even more for what she was doing to him. There were women who found it insulting to be asked to suck their husband’s dick. He’d encountered many women just like that. But not his wife. She was all about pleasing him. And whenever her tongue, her teeth, her mouth came anywhere near his rod, he was pleased.

  She loved his smell as she took him in full and mouth-fucked him long and hard in that slow suck he loved until he was so stiff, and so loaded with pre-cum, that she knew she had to ease up. The feelings were growing too intense. So intense that he pulled her up, lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the nearest dressing table.

  He sat her on the edge, pulled down her pants and panties, and began kissing her again as he rubbed her clit. But they both knew, even in this borrowed place, that there was no way Reno was going to just rub her and then fuck her, without getting at least a taste of her.

  He spread open her legs as far as they could go, given the constraints, and then he knelt down, smelled that sweet aroma he so loved, and began licking her between the folds. His licks were long and precise, and the feelings that roared throughout her body made her lay all the way back and let him do his thing. And he did it. Nobody did it better. He licked and ate and probed his tongue deep inside of her. When he bit her and she let out a hard grunt, he looked up, to remind her that they weren’t exactly at home, but then he kept probing away. His dick reacted to the taste of her, as it became even stiffer, and he ate her vigorously. He ate her as if she was the only meal worth eating. He licked her, he teased her with bites, he ate and ate.

  By the time he finally stopped and stood up, Trina was so close to an orgasm that she thought she wouldn’t be able to hold out. But Reno knew what he was doing. He was the expert of experts when it came to sexual timing. That was why, after he stopped mouth-fucking her at the exact right moment, he took his thick penis, pressed it against her slit, and then drove it into her wet pussy as if he was driving into a place of refuge.

  As his massive dick began to slow-fuck her, he leaned down toward her. They didn’t kiss, but stared into each other’s eyes. He wanted her to know how much he was enjoying her, and she wanted to feel that enjoyment. And she did. She felt so full, and so at ease, that she wrapped her hands around his neck and began kissing him herself. And even as he increased his gyrations, she allowed her body, a body that was shaking from the effects of his pounding, to take it.

  But as a testament to Reno’s control, he eased back up again. And his gyrations slowed again. He knew how to tame his beast. He knew how to do her in such a loving way that her need to cum changed into a more urgent need to feel his big dick expanding even bigger inside of her for as long as she could possibly endure it.

  And even though they were doing it in one of Liz’s dressing rooms, and even though they weren’t exactly able to go all out the way they normally did, the feelings were still as raw and intense as any feelings could be. Reno pulled her up into his arms again, and pushed into her with an ease that made both of them feel almost greedy with love. One of them were going to break, and Reno was always determined to let it be Trina first. And it was. Because as soon as he drove deeper, and began hitting her spot as if he was repeatedly sounding an alarm inside her pussy, his steady strokes turned more and more furious. Until she broke. And then it was no more holding back.

  Reno began to grind her with strokes that increased, not only in speed, but in intensity as well. He thrashed into her and thrashed into her at just the right speed, with just the right tempo, that he sustained her orgasm all the way through his own. Because he came with a cum that exploded out of him. And he kept on pounding into her, he kept on fucking her as hard as his dick could push into her. Veins appeared in his neck, his heartbeat quickened, until the explosiveness was able to settle back down.

  When it was over, Reno’s legs were so rubbery that Trina had to hold him up. His chest was heaving and his hair was flopped down across his forehead, making him look so young that it made her smile. “I’ll bet you’re glad you came now,” she said.

  Reno couldn’t help but smile too. And nod. “Oh, yeah. You’d win that bet,” he agreed.

  Then he stopped smiling, as he realized just how much he loved this woman, and pulled her, yet again, into his arms.

  The bar was jumping, with wall-to-wall young people, and Jimmy and Val were having drinks with two of their friends. Jimmy was bobbing to the beat, to Pharrell Williams singing Happy, but he didn’t want to dance. Val didn’t want to either, she was just happy to be off work, so they both were good.

  Their two friends had been dancing and returned to the table winded but excited. “Love this place,” Ezra Stein said as he sat beside Val. He was one of her closest friends who quickly took to Jimmy like a duck to water. An average height Jewish boy whose father was Val’s father’s best friend, she and Ezzie had known each other since grade school.

  “I do too,” Val said. “Jimmy discovered it.”

  “Good discovery, James,” Ezra said.

  Jimmy tipped his imaginary hat and continued to bob to the beat.

  “What about you, Bran?” Val asked. Brandy Burgess was another one of her close friends. “What do you think?”

  “Oh, I love it too. Absolutely.”

  “Better than Carlton’s Place any day of the week,” Val suggested.

  “Amen to that,” Bran agreed.

  Ezra looked at Val. “So how did it go?”

  “How did what go?”

  “The showing with Jimmy’s Dad. How did that go?”

  “Fine,” Jimmy said.

  “Terrible,” Val said. She was so accustomed to telling Ezra everything that she had forgotten Jimmy wasn’t at all so inclined.

  Ezra smiled. “Fine? Terrible? It can’t possibly be both. So which is it, Val? Was it terrible because you didn’t make a sell?”

  “The process is just beginning,” Val said above the noise. “It was the first property Mr. Gabrini looked at. He’s agreed to look at other locations.”

  “Then what was so terrible about it?” Ezra wanted to know.

  “Yeah,” chimed in Brandy. Unlike Ezra and Val, Brandy was more reserved like Jimmy. She was a tall, full-figured black woman who taught fifth grade.

  Val looked at Jimmy. She could tell he didn’t want to go there, and she would respect his choice. But then he spoke up. “Me and my old man got into it a little, that’s all,” he said.

  “You got into it?” Ezra asked. “What did you get into it about? But first, we need another round of drinks. Your turn, Val.”

  Val frowned. “W
hy is it always my turn?”

  “It’s not always your turn. But this time is your turn.” They laughed.

  “Very funny,” Val said as she stood and headed for the bar.

  “So go on, Jimmy,” Ezra said. “What was the fight about?”

  “It wasn’t a fight, it wasn’t that deep. I asked if I could run the new restaurant he’s thinking about opening, and he said no.”

  “Well duh,” Brandy said. “What did you expect him to say? What would you know about running a restaurant?”

  Jimmy smiled. “That’s what he said. But it can’t be that hard.”

  Ezra laughed. “Easy going Jimmy G.,” he said. “You’re all right, man.”

  Jimmy was laughing too. “What can I say?”

  At the bar, Val ordered three beers (none for Brandy since she was to be the designated driver), and waited to receive them. A guy at the bar, a guy on the verge of full blown drunkenness, had been bugging her every time she went anywhere near the bar. He was a burly man in his thirties, with thinning brown hair and a face the color of hay. And he was still bugging her.

  “Prettiest dame in here,” he was saying, and he was close enough to her that his bad breath was spewing into her face. “You know that? You’re the prettiest one.” Then he extended his hand. “Costco at your service. But everybody calls me Costco. What’s your name?”

  Val ignored him and his hand.

  “Come on pretty lady. I’m Costco, who are you? You’re the prettiest dame in here. You know it too, don’t you? Don’t you black girl? You know it. Don’t you?”

  “Whatever you say.”

  “What you say we go to my place then, if it’s whatever I say?” He touched her arm. “What you say?”

  Val snatched her arm away from him. “Get lost, creep,” she said as firmly as she knew how.

  But her anger only heightened his. “Creep? Who are you calling a creep?” Then he stood up as if he had been royally offended, and slapped her across the face so hard that it drove her against a bar stool. And he kept coming at her. “Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? You bitch!”

  Val regained her balance quickly, and was about to knock him out, but out of nowhere Jimmy appeared. He knocked over two bar stools getting to her as he grabbed the guy by the catch of his shirt and began slamming the side of his face onto the bar counter.

  “You’re big enough to slap her,” Jimmy was yelling as he banged, “so slap me motherfucker! Slap me! How’s this for a slap?”

  Ezra left Brandy at the table and hurried and grabbed Val, moving her back and away from the action. But there was no stopping Jimmy. He continued to bang the guy’s face into the counter. When the man managed to break away from Jimmy’s grasp, Jimmy grabbed a liquor bottle and broke it across the man’s head, causing blood to spew and the patrons at the bar to scatter. Then he grabbed the man by his shirt again and began beating him down with his fists, battering his face as if it were a punching bag, until the guy broke free again. But his rubbery legs failed him and he couldn’t get away fast enough. He slid down like a rag doll onto the bar’s floor.

  Val thought it was over. She was pleased that he came to her rescue, but she was glad it was over.

  But it wasn’t over. Not for Jimmy. He hurried to the man again, and began stomping the man as if he were a dog. This man had slapped his woman and all Jimmy saw was red.

  But too much red. Val was worried now. “Jimmy stop! Jimmy that’s enough! Jimmy please!” Val was yelling hysterically to her man now, pleading for him to stop, but he wasn’t listening. It was as if he was on an island where his very survival depended on the destruction of this one man.

  Val turned to Ezra. “Do something Ezzie! Do something!”

  Ezra left Val’s side and pushed through the crowd toward Jimmy. He’d never seen such violence either. “Okay, Jim, that’s enough,” he was saying, and he reached for his friend. But Jimmy snatched his arm away and continued his assault. Nobody was disrespecting his woman and not understand the full magnitude of what they had done. Jimmy kept stomping him as if he was stomping the life out of him.

  Then he grabbed the man up again and threw him across the room, the man’s body slamming into a tabletop, causing those at the table to scatter. And Jimmy went in for the kill. He began fist-whipping the man. He bitch-slapped Val, now Jimmy was man-slapping him.

  Val’s heart was pounding. As she looked into Jimmy’s twisted face, she didn’t see revenge anymore. She saw so much pinned-up rage coming out that it almost seemed as if the man he was beating was beside the point. Jimmy wasn’t fighting that man, he was fighting his own demons. But what were they, she wondered? How could such rage and brutality come out of a sweet guy like Jimmy? The man had slapped her, and deserved a beating, but this wasn’t a beat-down anymore. Jimmy wasn’t beating him, he was annihilating him. He was trying to exterminate him. To cripple him. Or, even worse, Val thought, to out and out kill the man. She therefore tried to run to him and reach for him, to save him from himself, but Ezra wouldn’t let her go.

  By the time the bouncers made it through the crowd, Jimmy was still punching the man mercilessly. It took three bouncers, all three twice Jimmy’s size, to eventually drag him away from the half-dead drunk.

  “The cops are on the way,” one of the bouncers kept saying. “The cops are on the way!”

  And all Val could see, as Ezra held her in his clutches and would not let her go, was the seemingly lifeless bloody body of the drunk man now sprawled out on the floor, and Jimmy, still fighting to break free from the bouncers, finally knocked down to his knees.

  And as the bouncers started dragging him out, refusing to let him walk on his own accord even though he could, he was dragged right by Val and Ezra.

  “Call my Dad,” he implored them. “Call my Dad!”

  THREE

  When Trina woke up and realized her husband had still not come to bed, she decided to get up. She was naked because Reno wouldn’t allow her to go to bed any other way, so she grabbed her bathrobe, and began tying it as she headed for the exit. They lived in the penthouse of Reno’s PaLargio Hotel and Casino, and she knew he could very well be back downstairs handling some new crisis at the casino, but she doubted it. Without bothering to turn on the monitors that now populated their bedroom, to confirm her suspicions, she decided to go and see for herself.

  When she made it around the various corridors, and arrived at the Nursery, she smiled and leaned against the doorjamb. Her suspicion was right. Reno was in the Nursery, still in his well-worn suit. He was leaned back in the recliner and had their six-month-old baby girl asleep in his arms. It was a precious sight to Trina, with the baby asleep on Reno’s broad shoulder, her tiny, dark hand resting on his ear. Reno’s eyes were closed, but she would be a fool to think that he was in any kind of a hard sleep. The Nanny had dozed off in her chair, and rightly so, Trina felt, given the late hour. But Reno, though resting, was hardly sleep.

  To prove her point, she pushed away from the doorjamb, walked up to his chair, and quietly attempted to remove the baby from his arms. Reno resisted the pull, and then opened his eyes.

  Trina smiled. “You never sleep,” she said.

  “Unlike some people I know,” Reno responded, nodding toward the nodding Nanny.

  “Don’t start, Reno,” Trina warned. “The baby’s fine. Any normal person would be asleep too at this time of night.”

  “Then hire somebody for the night shift,” Reno said. “Somebody young who can keep their ass awake. Somebody who’ll put Lexie first.”

  Lexie, Trina thought fondly. It was Reno’s private nickname for their little girl. Her given name, Sophia Alexandria Victoria Gabrini, was rarely ever used, even though Reno was the one who insisted on putting all of those so-called high-class names on her. But everybody just called her Sophie. Everybody except Reno. She was, and would probably always be, Lexie to him.

  “If Lexie wakes up in the middle of the night,” he went on, “I don’t want her alone
and afraid.”

  “Alone and afraid?” Trina was astounded he would think such a thing. “Reno, we have darn-near fifty monitors in our bedroom and in every room in this house. You even have them in your office. If that child so much as farts, this house will light up like a Christmas tree and everybody in it will coming running to this Nursery.” Trina thought he was overly-protective of Dominic, their four-year-old, but now, with Sophie, he was taking it to an entirely different level. The fact that she was a girl and Dommi was a boy had everything to do with it too, Trina also knew.

  “I just don’t want our child harmed in any way, shape, or form,” Reno said, and Trina stared at him, considering him. His father, before his violent death, had been a notorious mob boss who ruled the East coast with an iron fist and his family with equal brutality. Reno never got the chance to know what true affection was until Trina hooked up with him. Now he was one of the most affectionate men she knew. Although the world didn’t see it that way. To the world he was hard and brutal too, just like his old man. But the world didn’t know him the way Trina did.

  “We’ll keep Miss Tucker,” she said, referring to the older, black woman sleeping in the chair by the baby bed, “because I trust her with Sophie’s life, just as I do with Dommi’s. But I’ll also see about getting an additional person on board, to assist her.”

  “Somebody younger,” Reno suggested.

  “I’ll get the best person for the job,” was all Trina was willing to say. “But in the meantime,” she added, “it’s getting late for real. You need to put Sophie in her bed and come and get in yours.”

  But Reno felt too comfortable right where he was. He patted his lap. He wasn’t ready to give up this comfort just yet.

  Trina, knowing her husband’s sensibilities all too well, and how much he enjoyed that security of family companionship, moved over to him and sat, sideways, on his lap. With one hand he continued to hold Sophie, with the other hand he pulled Trina against his chest. Now, he felt, it was perfect. His two girls in his arms. He pulled Trina even closer.