Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) (19 page)

“Wonder
who that is?” she asked her husband.

“It’s
Uncle Sal and Aunt Gemma,” Jimmy said.

“They
must think they’re the only ones on this wing of the penthouse,” Val said.
  
“They must not realize we’re staying on this
side too.
 
The way they’re going at it
they must have forgotten.”

“Yeah,
maybe so,” Jimmy said, although he knew better than that.
 
The way Uncle Sal had been staring at Gemma
earlier, made him certain even then that Sal was going to lay it on her thick
the first chance he could get.
 
But as
Sal’s grunts became heavier, and their bed began to shake louder, Jimmy had no
idea just how thick.

“Is
he hurting her?” Val asked.

Jimmy
looked at her.
 
“He’s banging her,
Val.
 
Hurt has nothing to do with it.”

Val
smiled and held Jimmy’s hand tighter, but her entire focus was on the room next
door.
 
She could just imagine Sal’s
undoubtedly huge dick pushing so hard into his wife that his wife couldn’t lay
there and take it.

In
the room next door, neither one of them were lying there taking anything.
 
And Sal had already pushed deep inside of
Gemma.
 
He wasn’t just pushing anymore,
he was fucking her now.
 
She was on the
bed on her knees, holding onto the headboard, and Sal was on his knees behind
her, pumping her dark-brown, tight ass so hard that he was grunting with every
pump.
 
His balls were slapping against
her ass too, and it only heightened their pleasure.
 
He had his arms around her narrow waist, and
had her back against his already sweat-filled stomach, as he plunged into his
woman the way an Olympic swimmer plunged into water.

And
Sal couldn’t stop plunging.
 
He couldn’t
stop grunting and moaning.
 
He was
kissing her back, he moved his hands from her waist and was squeezing her
breasts.
 
He was fucking her in that
end-of-day way Gemma loved.
 

Her
pussy was his beloved garden.
 
And he
plowed it and plowed it.
 
She wanted to
scream the way he left not an inch of her unmoved.
 
If they were at their own home, she would not
have been able to contain herself.
 
But
she knew Jimmy and Val were somewhere on that wing of the penthouse with them,
and they had to show restraint.
 
So they
fucked their version of a hard, but quiet fuck.

It
was loud as a striking cymbal to Val and Jimmy.
 
They could not get over how hard Sal and Gemma were fucking.
 
Jimmy was especially surprised.
 
He knew his father had stamina, but Sal was
hanging too.
 
For a very long time.
 
And Jimmy felt some kind of way about
it.
 
It was as if those older guys could
put him to shame.
 
He could never hang as
long as they could.
 
And they were almost
twice his age!
 
He looked at Val, and
wondered if he was pleasing her at all whenever he did her.
 
He wondered if that was why she tried to
seduce his father.
 
Was it because she
wanted to experience sex on his father’s level?

But
when he looked at Val with all of those questions in his mind, he realized she
wasn’t questioning a thing.
 
She, in
fact, had taken his hand, had placed it underneath her gown, and she had him
massaging her vagina.
 
Her very wet
vagina.
 
He looked down, and then looked
over at her again.

“Do
me,” she said, her eyes gleaming with fire.
 
“Do me now, Jimmy.
 
Do me now!”

Jimmy
couldn’t believe it.
 
He wanted to ask
her if she was sure.
 
But he didn’t have
the nerve.
 
He wanted her too badly.

He
stopped questioning and got busy. He flung off his briefs, got on top of her,
and gladly obliged her request.
 
He did
her.
 
He kissed her lips, and her chin,
and sucked her breasts.
 
He moved down,
and ate her wet pussy.
 
But he couldn’t
eat it long or he was afraid he would cum before he so much as entered her.

So he
moved back up on top of her and entered her.
 
Val lifted her body in the sheer ecstasy of his entry.
 
She heard Sal fucking Gemma, and she heard
Gemma’s moans, and it all escalated for Val.

“Do
me harder,” she said to Jimmy.
 
“Harder.
 
Harder.
 
Harder
!”

Jimmy
was pounding her before she could finish asking.
 
He was roughing it.
 
He was tearing that ass up with strokes that
made him feel as if he was about to cum with every push in.
 

And
Val was loving it.
 
She loved the feel of
Jimmy’s dick inside of her again.
 
And
the harder he stroked her, the more she loved it.
 
He had been too gentle.
 
He had been too sweet.
 
She loved gentle, and she loved sweet, but
right now she loved rough.
 
She loved it
so much that she came within minutes.
 
She loved it so much that she constricted so tightly that Jimmy came
right behind her.
 
They both leaned their
heads back and let out sighs of elation that could rival Sal’s.
 

But
when they were done, and both had come back down to earth, Sal and Gemma were
still at it in the room next door.
 
Their
bed was still shaking.
 
They were still
moaning and grunting.
 
There seemed to be
no end in sight the way Sal was still hitting it.

But
that was alright with Val and Jimmy.
 
They had been satisfied, and were pleased with the results.
 
And were now buried in their own
thoughts.
 
For Val, it was the beginning
of something wonderful.
 
She’d never felt
more sexually charged than she did tonight, with Jimmy’s dick wedged inside of
her.
 

But
for Jimmy, it was the beginning of the end of something wonderful.
 
Because he knew her euphoria was aided and
abetted by his Uncle Sal.
 
And until Val
got over this older man fetish she seemed to be slowly developing, Jimmy didn’t
see how he alone was going to please her.
  
He and Val were around the same age.
 
He was never going to be an older man for her.
 
And as she lay there, snuggling against him
as if all was at peace with the world, Jimmy lay there happy too that she was
coming back to him.
 
But he was also
concerned.
 
She was coming back with
conditions.
 
And the main condition
wasn’t something he could ever provide.
 
He kissed her and pulled her closer.
 
A Gabrini’s life, he thought.
 
It
was never going to be smooth as honey.

That
next morning, just before daybreak, word came to Reno that Joe Nathan had been
found.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Reno,
Sal, and Tommy walked into the safe house determined to get their questions answered.
 
Joe Nathan was sitting in the middle of the
empty room.
 
All of Reno’s men had been
ordered to wait outside.
 
There was
nobody left but the three Gabrini men, and their target.
 

Reno
walked up to their target.

“We
aren’t fucking with you anymore,” he said.
 
“We were patient before, but you decided to make a run for it.
 
Our patience is therefore gone.
 
I’m going to ask you one time.
 
One time only.
 
If you don’t tell us the truth, one of us
will handle you.”

Joe
Nathan appeared calm, but
 
his chest
betrayed him.
 
He was almost
hyperventilating.
 
He was breathing as if
he was going to have a heart attack.
 
Reno knew he had him exactly where he wanted him: scared shitless.

“You
see that guy over there?
 
Well that’s
Tommy over there, Dapper Tom.
 
And he’s a
dog.
 
Oh yeah, he is.
 
Don’t let his good looks and cool manner fool
you.
 
He’s a show dog.
 
He won’t bark, he’s too pretty to bark, but
man will he bite.
 
Ouch.
 
It won’t be pretty.”

Joe
Nathan looked at Tommy.
 
Tommy smiled and
waved and shook his head, as if to say Reno was exaggerating.

“That
fellow over there,” Reno continued, motioning toward Sal.
 
“Now he’s a bulldog.
 
He will bark and bite.
 
You most definitely do not want to fuck with
him.”

Joe
looked at Sal.
 
Sal started growling.

“Now as
for me,” Reno kept going, “well I’m a dog too.
 
I’m whatta you might call the big dog.
 
You may as well fuck with the moon before you try to fuck with me.
 
You may as well fuck with yourself before you
fuck with me.
 
Because I bark and bite
and kick and gouge.
 
You don’t wannna
fuck with me.”

Joe
was staring at Reno.

“So
no matter where you look in this room, which is the same as looking at the end
of the world for you right now.
 
No
matter where you look, you’ve got to deal with an animal.
 
And because you had something to do with
harming our women, we are very wounded animals.
 
You don’t wanna fuck with any of us, Joe.
 
Not one of us.
 
Now, for the first, last, and only time,
where are the shooters?
 
Where are they?”

“The
shooters,” Joe asked, “or their boss?”

Tommy
and Sal looked at Reno. They didn’t expect that answer.

Reno
didn’t expect it either.
 
But Joe Nathan
would never know it.
 
“Let’s start with
the boss.
 
Who is he?
 
Where is he?”

“It’s
not a he,” Joe said.
 
“It’s a lady.”

Another
surprise.
 
Another blank stare by
Reno.
 
“Yeah?” he asked.
 
“Who is she?
 
Where is she?”

“Ask
her yourself.”

“Will
be happy to,” Reno said.
 
“So don’t get
smart with me.
 
Where is she?”

“I
would say she’s home.”

“No
shit, asshole?
 
Where is her home?”

Joe
Nathan actually smiled.
 
“Why your home,
Mr. Gabrini.
 
I do believe she’s staying,
at the moment, with you.”

Reno,
Sal, and Tommy all were puzzled.
 
“What
the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Reno asked.
 
“What are you talking about?”

“Grace,”
Joe Nathan said.
 
“I’m talking about
Grace Gabrini.”

Reno
and Sal looked at Tommy.
 
What the fuck?

Tommy,
staring at Joe Nathan, walked up to him.
 
“Grace Gabrini?” he asked him.

Joe
Nathan looked up at him.
 
“You don’t even
recognize me, do you pretty boy?
 
I was
right under your nose.
 
Working for your
wife, banging your wife, right under your nose.”

Reno
and Sal stared at Tommy.
 
They knew what
he was capable of.

But
Tommy maintained his cool for now.
 
His
big eyes didn’t blink.
 
“What does my
wife have to do with that shooting?”

“She
had nothing to do with it.
 
If planning
it, bankrolling it, hiring the participants is nothing, then she had nothing to
do with it.”

Suddenly
Tommy grabbed Joe Nathan, stood him up as if he was standing up a piece of
paper, and ran with him until he was slammed against the wall.
 
Joe screamed out with agonizing back
pain.
 
Reno and Sal followed, but allowed
Tommy to keep the lead.

“Now,
Mr. Joe Nathan,” Tommy said, attempting to regain his cool, “what did you say
about my wife?”

“I’m
telling you the truth, man!
 
She
masterminded the whole thing!”

Tommy
slammed him against the wall again.
 
He
screamed again.
 
“Lie on her one more
time and I will kill your ass.
 
I will
motherfucking kill your ass.”

Reno
and Sal moved closer.
 
Tommy always meant
what he said.
 
But they needed more info
from Joe Nathan first.

“I’m
not lying,” Joe said in a defeated voice, as if he, too, knew he was
doomed.
 
“I’m telling you the truth.
 
Why don’t you listen to me?”

“I’ll
listen,” Tommy yelled, “when you stop lying!”

“I’m
not lying!” Joe yelled back.
 
“She’s
crazy with jealousy, man!
 
She wanted it
bad!”

Reno
frowned.
 
“She wanted what bad?”

“To
take her out.”

“To
take who out?” Reno asked.

“Your
wife,” Joe said.
 
“Grace wanted to take
Katrina Gabrini out.”

Tommy
grabbed Joe Nathan by the catch of his collar and began beating the shit out of
him.
 

“Tommy
wait!” Reno was yelling.

“Tommy
no!” Sal was yelling.

And
both men tried to pull Tommy off of Joe.
 
But they couldn’t pull him back.
 
Tommy had that otherworldly brute strength when he was angry enough, and
he was beyond angry.
 
He had Joe Nathan
down on the floor and was punching him senseless, with blood spewing with every
punch, until both men were finally able to pull Tommy away.

Then
Sal took over.
 
This was his brother’s
wife this fool was scandalizing.
 
He
grabbed a bloody Joe Nathan, lifted him, and Reno slid the chair over.
 
Sal plopped Joe down in the chair.
 
And then Sal got into Joe’s face.
 
“Tell us the absolute truth, motherfucker,”
Sal told him. “And if you lie, if we find out you so much as shaved an ounce
off of the truth, I swear I’ll pull out your tongue with my bare hands!
 
Now you tell us the truth asshole!
 
Who hired those shooters?”

But
Joe Nathan was crying and shaking his head.
 
“You don’t wanna hear the truth,” he said.

“Who
were the shooters?” Sal said again.
 
Every one of the Gabrini men were on pins and needles.
 
Especially Tommy.
 
Not because he believed that cocksucker, but
because he couldn’t understand why Joe Nathan would think he could tell that
kind of lie and get away with it.

“Grace
Gabrini hired them,” he said.

And
Tommy rushed him.
 
“You lying
motherfucker!” he yelled, but Reno held him back.

“Why
did Grace hire them?” Sal asked quickly, before Tommy broke loose.

“You
don’t want the truth.”

Sal
slapped Joe upside his head.
 
“Why did
she hire them?”

“She
hated Katrina Gabrini.
 
And she wanted to
take her out.”

“That’s
a gotdamn lie!” Tommy said angrily and broke free from Reno.
 
He pulled out his revolver, slung it into Joe
Nathan’s mouth, and then dared him to lie this time.
 

“I’ll
blow you away from this life,” he told their horrified prisoner.
 
“If you lie on my wife one more time you will
never again see the light of day.
 
Who
are the killers?”

Sal
was about to pull Tommy away from their only informant, but Reno stopped
him.
 
He was getting intel.
 
Valuable intel.
 
And Reno trusted Tommy.
 
He was never the kind of man who would do
something stupid.
 
Even if it involved
his own wife’s honor.

Joe
tried to answer his question, but the gun was in his mouth.
 
Tommy pulled it out.
 
“Mort Carson and Brendan Ashfordland.”

“Where
are they?”

“I
don’t know.”

“How
do you know their names?”

“Grace.”
 
He was so terrified, he was in tears.
 
“Grace told me and that’s the truth!
 
I’m sorry but that’s the truth!”

Tommy
dropped his gun to his side and looked at him.
 
He looked outdone to Reno.
 
But
they were this close.
 
They had to keep
going.

“Why
did Grace hate my wife?” Reno asked Joe Nathan.

Tommy
looked at Reno with shock in his eyes. “You’re falling for this bullshit?” he
asked him.

“Why
does she hate my wife?” Reno asked Joe Nathan again.

“Grace
said . . .” Joe looked over at Tommy.

“He’s
not going to hurt you,” Reno responded.
 
“Tell us what she said.”

“She
said she hated Katrina Gabrini because her husband cherishes her and protects
her.
 
She said Tommy never cherished her,
and he never protected her.”

Reno
and Sal looked at Tommy.
 
They knew how
Grace had to end up shooting one of Tommy’s ex-lovers.
 
They knew how devastated Tommy was about
that.
 
And they both said the same thing
at the time: Tommy dropped the ball.
 
Tommy should have protected Grace better.
 

But
Tommy stared at Joe Nathan.
 
It seemed so
easy to believe him.
 
It seemed so
true!
 
But Tommy knew Grace.
 
He knew the woman he fell in love with.
 
And Grace would never, not ever hate Trina,
and try to take her out.
  
They could try
to sale that snake oil all day long.
 
But
he wasn’t buying it.
 
“Where can we find
Carson and Ashfordland?” he asked Joe.

Joe
was shaking his head.
 
He was in agony.

“Where
can we find them?” Tommy asked him again.

“I
don’t know,” Joe said again.
 
“I told you
everything I know.
 
Grace wanted me to be
her point person.
 
I paid them off.
 
That’s all.
 
I had nothing to do with those killings.”

“Where
did you meet the shooters to pay them off?”

“At
my house.
 
They came to me.
 
And then they left.
 
And I never saw them again.” He looked at
Tommy, as the blood continued to pour.
 
“That’s all I know!” he yelled.

Tommy
pointed the gun at him.
 

“Tommy!”
Sal said.

“Take
it back,” Tommy ordered Joe Nathan.
 
“All
these lies you’re telling about my wife, take them back.”

But
Joe Nathan was crying.
 
He was shaking
his head.
 
“If I lie, and you find out
I’m lying, you’re gonna kill me anyway.
 
If I tell the truth, then I still stand a chance.
 
I’m telling you the truth, Mr. Gabrini.
 
I swear on my momma’s grave that Grace set
this whole thing up. She’s the one you need to be mad at.
 
She’s the one who came to me!
 
I was minding my own business.
 
I was running my rig and minding my own
business.
 
But she came on to me.
 
She’s a beautiful woman, what was I supposed
to do?”