Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini (45 page)

He licked her one more time, and then another
time, and then his mouth was slobbering all over her cunt.
 
He couldn’t help himself. His control was
breaking.
 
She smelled
,
she tasted even better than he always dreamed she would.

And then he moved up, and poised his dick to
shove inside of her.
 
And he was about
to.
 
But then Reno showed up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said
and both Trina and Sully looked in his direction.
 
Trina’s heart swelled when she saw him, and
Sully’s heart sank.
 
And
for good reason.

Reno grabbed him and slung him off of the bed,
slamming his body so hard across the room that it put a deep dent in the
drywall.
 
And Reno was upon him.
 
He began beating his ass.
 
Trina was nodding her head, her eyes dancing
with glee, as Reno beat him down.
 
She
was never a violent person.
 
She hated
violence.
 
But she
was
loving
this.
 
Sully had taken
Reno’s
kindness,
and her kindness and played them for
fools.
 
Now Reno was playing him back.

By the time Reno finished beating his ass and
released him, Sully dropped to the floor hard, the dust on the marbled tile
kicking up as his face hit down.
 
And the
blood spewed from his mouth.
 

And Reno kicked him like the dog he was.
 
And kicked him again.
 
And then Reno, so angry still, he grabbed him
by the collar, turned him to face him, and pulled out a knife, ready to slit
his throat.
 
Only he didn’t slit his
throat.
 
He slit his dick instead,
slicing it off.
 
Sully’s eyeballs almost
popped out as the pain and blood converged.
 
And Sully passed out.

Reno stood up, breathing so heavily he could
barely stand.
 
“I’m tired of y’all
fucking with me,” he said.
 
“Motherfucker.”

And then he ignored Sully and went to
Trina.
 
He removed the tape from her
mouth. He hated that she had to see his violent side.
 
He hated that she had to see him in
action.
 
But she wasn’t playing along.

“Good job, Reno,” she said.
 
She was tired of being fucked around
too.
 
“Good job!”

Later that night, Reno’s men would remove
Sully, and his SUV, and any trace of those two “agents” and their car as far
away from Crane as the night would take them.
 
Sully would show up at a hospital some two hundred miles away, with his
penis in his pocket.
 
And when the police
arrived to question him, he didn’t tell them a damn thing.
 
Who did it, why, he told them nothing.
 
He had been sufficiently warned.
 
Not only from the men who
took him away, but from Reno’s naked aggression itself.
 
He didn’t think Reno had it in him.
 
He didn’t think Reno could ever be that kind
of a beast.
 
But he was wrong.
 
And Sully wasn’t about to be proven wrong
again.
 
He wasn’t about to tell anybody
anything.

He would never show his face in Crane again.

Reno and Trina would leave Crane, too.
 
Jimmy would return from Nebraska and leave
with them.
 
But Reno and Trina had had
enough.
 
They could run, moving to Crane
proved that, but life was never going to let them hide.
 
So they decided to stop trying.
 
Vegas
was
their
stomping ground.
 
The PaLargio was their
castle.
 
They were going home.

EPILOGUE

The church was packed.
 
As if it was the event of the year.
 
Fran and Dirty were there, along with Trina’s
mother and father.
 
Jimmy stood alongside
them, with his arm around his grandmother’s waist.
 
Even Shanks showed up, as she stood alongside
Sal Luca.
 

Blossom and her husband showed up, too, with
Blossom continually taking peeps at Shanks.
 
The night she slept with Tommy he had admitted that he was in an “open”
relationship with a woman he loved, and Blossom was willing to bet the farm
that the gorgeous black lady dressed to the nines was that woman.
 
But she quickly forgot about Shanks, because
it wasn’t about that.
 
She had to remind
herself that she was in a church, for crying out loud.
 
But she kept taking peeps at Shanks.

The priest held the young baby in his
arms.
 
Dominic Gabrini, Junior.
 
Trina’s first child, Reno’s
third son.
 
And as the parents
stood side by side and the priest
Christened
their
beautiful son, tears were in both their eyes.
 
Just a year ago, hell was in session.
 
But now heaven had smiled on them.
 
In the person of a bouncing baby boy.
 
In the person of a smart, beautiful
eighteen-year-old son who was more than capable of one day taking over the
PaLargio when Reno stepped aside.
 

Reno looked across at Tommy, who was standing
as the child’s godfather, and Tommy had tears in his eyes, too.
 
Because Tommy knew beauty
when he saw it.
 
He looked out at
the audience, at Shanks, and he knew a day like this for him was not going to
happen.
 
Unless he let
her go.
 
Unless he found himself a
woman like Katrina, and stopped pretending that ShoShawna could be that
woman.
 
He looked away from her, and back
at Reno and Tree.
 
They were so proud
they could hardly contain themselves.
 

But for Reno it was more than pride.
 
It was acceptance.
 
He had no idea what would happen in this
boy’s life.
 
He had no idea if he was
going to grow up to be a great, moral man, or a gangster like his father.
 
But what would be was going to be.
 
They would raise him right, and see.

Reno placed his arm around Trina’s waist, and
pulled her to him.
 
Word had already
gotten around that Reno was back, and he was making no apologies.
 
They thought it was because of the birth of
his son.
 
They thought it was because of
his new responsibilities with the discovery of his older son.
 
But whatever the reason, they understood the
risk.
 
If they come after Reno or any of
his beloved, then he was coming after them.
 
No ands, ifs, or buts about it.

Reno was back.
 
And as he looked at his wife, and at his two sons, he was standing in
the breech for his family.
 
They would
have to go through him to get to them.
 
And Reno was back.
 
It would be
like going through a brick wall behind a brick wall behind a steel gate.

Trina looked at him, and smiled.
 
“Happy?” she asked him.

“No,” he admitted.
 
“Ecstatic.”

Trina grinned, the priest glanced at her, and
both she and her husband composed themselves.

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