Reno Gabrini: For His Lover (The Mob Boss Series Book 14) Page 4

  “Thank you,” the couple responded in unison, and Reno and Albright hurried away.

  “Where?” Reno asked.

  “Zone six,” Albright said, and escorted Reno across the casino floor and to a locked security room. Albright swiped his keycard and escorted Reno inside, closing the door behind them. It was a security control room, one of many throughout the casino, where close-circuit monitors abound and a staff of twenty viewed their selected zones.

  One of Reno’s blackjack dealers, Kolby, was sitting in the room with a guard standing over him. But Reno looked away from him, and at Albright. “Show me first,” he said.

  Albright nodded at his man at one of the monitoring stations. The man pressed buttons on the console and pulled up the scene in question. Reno and Albright looked at the big screen as it showed Kolby deftly pulling a deck of cards from beneath the table, and using them instead of the house deck.

  “Is it a racket?” Reno asked.

  “We believe so, yes, sir,” Albright said. “It was three groups of people that came in and, in each group, one guy won big. We missed it the first two times. We caught it the third time and went back and caught the other two times. We figure he gives his friends this windfall on you, and then gets his cut of the winnings after work. The good news is the con just started tonight. We caught it before he got good at it.”

  “How much did they take me for?” Reno asked.

  “Twenty thousand,” Albright said.

  “Geez.” Reno looked at Kolby. “So you’re the mastermind?”

  “No, sir. I don’t know what they’re talking about, sir.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? They have your stupid ass on videotape! You think you can steal from me?”

  “I wasn’t stealing! They won fair and square.”

  Reno backhanded Kolby so hard he fell out of his chair. “Get up!” he ordered.

  Kolby quickly got back up. The guard slammed him back down in the chair. “I’m sorry,” Kolby said. Tears began to appear in his small eyes. “I wasn’t trying to steal from you. I was just using a different deck. But it wasn’t marked. I swear!”

  This time Albright hit him upside his head. “Quit lying, Kolb,” he said angrily. “Boss caught you fair and square. Quit lying to the man!”

  Reno stared at Kolby as the realization that he wasn’t going to bullshit his way out of this hit him hard. He was just a kid, twenty if he was that, and Reno could see his own boy Jimmy pulling some stupid shit like this when he was that age. But nobody was going to steal from him and get away with it.

  “What you got to say for yourself, Kolb?” Albright asked him. “Don’t just sit up there. Talk!”

  “I’m sorry,” Kolby said. “I wasn’t trying to, I mean, I was, but didn’t mean to steal from you. Not like that. I just needed a little cash, that’s all. To get myself out of a hole. I’ll pay it back, I promise.”

  Reno stood there, staring at him.

  He looked up at Reno. “Could you please give me a second chance?”

  Albright and Reno’s men in the control room smiled and shook their heads. What an idiot, they thought. Who did this kid think he was dealing with?

  But Reno wasn’t as dismissive as they were. He never looked at it one way.

  “Please, sir,” Kolby begged. “I have a family. A mom depending on me. I need this job. I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m just asking for another chance. Will you give me a second chance? Please?”

  “Will you tell me who those people were who also participated in the con?” Reno asked.

  Kolby quickly nodded. “Yes, sir. They’re the ones who approached me. They’re small time hoods in town. I’ll tell you who they are.”

  “We already know who they are,” Albright said. “What the fuck kind of operation do you think we’re running here? You steal from Reno Gabrini and you’re on blast, you twisted motherfucker! We immediately identify your ass.”

  “We don’t need you to tell us shit,” Reno said. “I just wanted to see how willing you were to tell. You know why? Because I don’t like snitches any more than I like thieves. In fact, I’ll take a thief, and I hate thieves.” Then Reno exhaled. “But I’ll give you a second chance.”

  His men at the monitors wanted to look at him to make sure this was their boss talking this way, but they didn’t have the nerve. But they listened with rapt attention.

  Reno pulled out a lighter. “I’ll give you a second chance,” he said, and flicked the lighter. A small fire came out of its orbit. Kolby stared at the flames. “But just like you burned me,” Reno said, “I’m going to have to burn you.”

  Kolby begged him, but Reno wasn’t listening. He nodded at Albright. Albright grabbed the young man’s hand, fighting him as he did, opened it at the palm, and Reno lit it up.

  Kolby screamed out in pain inside the soundproof room, and all of Reno’s men took glances at the act. They were shocked too. But Reno kept the flame against Kolby’s skin until Kolby had squirmed his way out of the chair and onto the floor, despite Albright holding him down.

  Kolby kept fighting hard to get away from the burn, as his skin burned through, but Reno wasn’t allowing any escape. He put his considerable weight on him, and held him down. “Stealing from me?” he said. “And then snitching?” He didn’t stop until the palm of Kolby’s hand was as raw as minced meat. Then he let go.

  Kolby grabbed the wrist of his hand and flapped it, begging for water, for relief, for anything to stop the stinging pain! But he was in a different world now. Reno’s world. No relief came.

  Reno put his lighter back in his pocket. “Stealing from me?” Reno asked again angrily. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

  “I’m sorry,” Kolby was crying. “I’m so sorry!”

  But Reno didn’t want to hear it. The deed was done, and he had to pay. Then he looked at Albright. “Put him back on the floor,” Reno ordered. “Even in pain put his ass back on the floor. Make sure every last one of those dealers understand that his hand will be their hands if they fuck with me.”

  Albright nodded. He’d never met a man so caring and compassionate, and ruthless and vicious, as Reno Gabrini. “Yes, sir,” he said. “They’ll get the message.”

  And Reno left. He felt sorry for the young man, but sorry didn’t do it. He did it. And he had to pay.

  Reno looked at his Rolex as he left the control room. It was past three in the morning. It was time, he knew, to take his overworked ass home. So he did. Reno went home.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  He was beyond exhausted as he made his way to his private elevator, stepped on, and made his way to the penthouse. He owned an estate on the outskirts of Vegas, a beautiful home, but during the week he almost always had his family at the PaLargio.

  He dropped his keys on the tray in the foyer and made his way first to his baby’s room, to Sophia’s room. She was fast asleep. Looking like an angel, Reno thought.

  Then he went across the corridor to his other baby’s room, his ten-year-old son’s room. Since Jimmy and Val left a couple months ago, Dommi had been trying to behave. Jimmy told him, the day before he left, that he had to start stepping up and doing better. Dom said he would, and he tried to live up to his promise. Until last week at school, when Dom declared one of his classmates had lice, took her to the sink, and proceeded to wash her hair.

  Dommi was asleep, but had somehow managed to twist and turn enough that his head was now lying at the foot of the bed, and his feet were at the head. Reno shook his own head, went over to Dommi, and picked him up. But before he laid him back in bed the right way, he stared at his sleeping son. He was such a handsome child, and so near and dear to Reno’s heart. But Dominic, Junior was a handful.

  Reno worried about his son. So much was going on in this world, and so much more that a young black boy might have to experience. Trina told him that they were going to have to have the conversation with Dommi sooner rather than later, given how grown-ass Dommi behaved. And Reno knew she was r
ight. He was a biracial child, the product of his Italian ancestry and Trina’s African ancestry, but the world was going to only see the African side. They were only going to see his son as a black child and eventually a black man. And were going to treat him accordingly.

  Reno pulled Dommi to his bosom and held him as if he was still his baby. Because he was. And always would be. He and Sophie and Jimmy too. He would give his life for his children. He would die for them as easily as laying down and closing his eyes. But he couldn’t live their lives. They had to do that. And because all three of his children were interracial, they would have that added weight to bear.

  Jimmy and Sophie could handle it. Reno was convinced of that. But this little fellow in his arms was another story. A cop disrespected Dommi, it was going to be a problem. Reno already knew it. And heaven help the cop while that problem was being resolved.

  Reno looked at Dommi’s beautiful sleeping face. “That’s my burden to bear, son,” he said to his little boy. “It’s my job to keep your grown ass out of prison, and out of an early grave.” Then his smile left, and his look turned serious. “And I promise you I’ll do both,” he added, kissed Dommi on the forehead, and laid him back down.

  When he left Dommi’s room, he headed upstairs, to the master bedroom. His third baby was up there, and he couldn’t wait to see her face again. They both worked like Hebrew slaves, and rarely lately, except for the occasional morning romp, got to see each other for any appreciable time.

  Katrina Gabrini, called Trina or Tree by all who knew and loved her, was fast asleep, lying on her stomach, when he entered the double doors of their huge bedroom. Although their silk sheets covered her body, by the outline of her sexy body he could tell she was naked beneath them. He was tired as hell, but he could feel his cock come to life just looking at her. And not just at her body, but even more so at her face. Trina had a look about her that endeared her to him forever. It wasn’t about beauty. It wasn’t about perfection. It was about a sincerity and earnestness that showed itself all over her face even as she slept. And a strength that wasn’t learned, but earned. She stood by him through thick and thin. She took by him when everybody else would have left him for dead. Ride or die his ass. Trina wasn’t ride or die. She wouldn’t let death be their end. She would ride to the gates of hell to get him, and she wouldn’t stop riding until she exchanged his fate, and brought him back home.

  But right now, as he looked down the length of her, it was her body he was after. He removed his suit coat and tie, tossing them aside, as he made his way to her bedside. By the time he lifted his dress shirt and t-shirt over his head, and stepped out of his shoes, pants and briefs, his dick was throbbing to the point of desperation. He wanted her, and was making no bones about it.

  He threw the sheets off of her naked brown body, and began kissing her legs as he moved up her body. Then he began squeezing and kissing her tight ass as he opened her. When he turned her over, she began to moan. He looked at her big breasts, began to ache to taste them, and moved up along her body closer. When he began sucking them, her eyes opened, but only partially. They opened in that hooded lustful look he loved. And he sucked even harder. He listened to her moan as he sucked. He looked at her as he sucked. She looked so adorable to him, with her hair in disarray, with her naturally long eyelashes keeping her gorgeous eyes half closed, that his mouth left her breasts and moved up to her mouth. He had to taste her again. He loved her taste. Even in sleep, he loved it. He held her face as he kissed her, and then wrapped his arms around her as he rubbed his lips against her lips in sensual foreplay that intoxicated him. He wanted her, and now it was urgent.

  Trina wanted Reno too. She loved to wake up with him ready to put it on her. She wrapped her arms around his naked body, and her legs around his waist as he kissed her long and lovingly. She could feel his stiff dick press against her stomach as they kissed, as if it was ready for entry without delay. But this was Reno. She knew where he was headed next, and her vagina was pulsating even before he got there.

  But Trina could see the tiredness in his eyes. She could see the drain and exhaustion. But she knew him. He wasn’t going to stop until he went there. He wasn’t going to enter her until he had some. But instead of letting him go there first, she went there. And gave him some.

  She pushed him off of her, landing him on his back, and then got up, placed either leg on either side of him, and straddled him. Then it was her time to move up. She moved up his body, rubbing her vagina against his chest as she did, until she was sitting on his face.

  Reno felt intoxicated with love when she positioned herself at his mouth, and he began to eat her. He loved her taste between her legs as much as he loved the taste of her mouth, and he began demonstrating that love. He ate her vigorously. And when she began moving up and down, in sexual simulation, he thought he was going to cum. She held onto the headboard, he held onto her ass, and ate her until her vaginal juices were cumming in his face. She was squeezing tight, continually on the verge of a full orgasm, as he ate.

  Until he knew it was almost too late.

  He pulled her down, lying her on her back, and then guided his rock hard cock inside of her. There was a jolt from both of them as soon as he entered her, but when he began fucking her, that jolt became electric.

  Trina laid to the foot of the bed, squeezing the bedding, as Reno got his rhythm. He pushed deeper and deeper inside of her with every thrust, and she lifted and moaned and closed her eyes to the pleasure as her body felt the shocks that coursed through her body. It was as if he was bathing her with his dick. As if he was bathing her in his love.

  Reno was half-sitting at the head of the bed as he fucked her, and all he could think about was the warmth deep inside of her. She was wet as hell, and was taking his big-ass dick like the champ he took her for. He fucked her slow, and she took it. He fucked her faster, and she took it. And when he began pounding her, fucking her to the point of losing control he was fucking her so hard, she enjoyed it. He lifted up onto his knees, and then lifted her body up, and began sucking her breasts as he held her in his arms and fucked her long and hard.

  Trina climaxed within minutes of lifting up. Because of the feeling. Because of the change in position that caused him to go even deeper down inside of her. She didn’t think it was possible. She thought he had gone as far down in her as he could go. But he went down deeper still. And she was crying with joy as her orgasm had her leaning into him, holding him so tight her nails were digging into his skin, as she felt that powerful rod put the kind of hurting on her only Reno’s dick could. She came and kept cumming. She couldn’t stop cumming.

  And Reno came. He was throbbing so hard that he had to stop stroking her. He was pouring so strong that he had to wrap her even tighter in his arms, pull her down on top of him, and lay them both back down on the bed.

  And then, to her amazement and joy, he began fucking her once again. He wasn’t done yet. He lifted his legs and pushed into her and pushed into her until all of his strength was gone. And then he pushed some more. He cupped her ass and held her open as his cum poured out, his elation heightened, and her orgasms continued to overtake her.

  And then, and only then, was all of his strength finally gone, and his red-hot dick, his overworked cock, came to a slow, gradual, and even still reluctant stop.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Jazz and Andre sat in the lounge at Caesar’s Palace. Stephanie Deevers sat across from them. Stephanie swiped through the pictures on the phone, and then looked at her two guests.

  “There’s more where those came from,” Jazz said. “That’s just a sample.”

  Stephanie was a very elegant woman. It surprised Jazz that she would need to be anybody’s number two. But she wasn’t denying their allegations. “What do you want?” she asked.

  “We want you to work with us,” Jazz said. “As soon as his wife sees these photos, your days as his lover are over. As somebody who knows the Gabrinis personally, and have for many years, there’s one
thing I know for certain: if it comes down to his lover or his wife, he’s going to choose his wife every time. Make no mistake about that. I’ve seen him drop lovers left and right down through the years. Trina, his wife, is the only consistent lady that’s ever been in his life.”

  Stephanie continued to stare at Jazz. She knew nothing of who she was in Reno’s life, and what she meant to Reno. She was counting on Reno’s love, but not for the reasons this one meant.

  “We did our research,” Andre said, when Stephanie said nothing. “We know you’ve recently fell on hard times. We know you recently filed for bankruptcy.”

  Stephanie frowned. It was a raw subject for her. “What is that your business?” she asked angrily. “That is my business!”

  “Reno is Trina’s business,” Jazz said, “but that doesn’t stop you from fucking him. So don’t talk to us about business, lady. You aren’t exactly Clean Hands Sue, either.”

  Stephanie let out a harsh exhale. “What do you want from me?” she asked.

  “When Gabrini dumps you, and he will, you can be out in the cold,” Andre said. “Or you can be out in the cold with something to show for your efforts.”

  Stephanie stared at them. “Such as?”

  “Big money,” Jazz said. “You team up with us and you can have all of the money you could ever dream of having. You team up with us and we can turn your little temporary fling with Reno Gabrini into a lifetime of riches and power.”

  “And how would you accomplish that?” Stephanie asked.

  “Let us worry about that part,” Jazz said. “We just need your cooperation. We just need to catch Reno in the act.”

  “But if you turn on us,” Andre said, “if you think you can double cross us by running to Reno behind our backs, please know it won’t work. Please know that we have inside guys. They will know right away if you pull that shit. Just like we were able to get these photographs of you with Reno, including the ones showing him going into that little motel room you two keep on the side, our people will know if you’re onboard or not.”