Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) (4 page)

CHAPTER TWO

They
were naked in bed.
 
Trina was on top of Reno
and his dick was already inside of her.
 
But it wasn’t moving.
 
It was
sitting there, as if it was cuddled in a blanket.
 
Reno was holding
 
her, and her head was on his chest, and they
both were attempting to finally come down from the hectic heights of the
day.
 

He
began to rub her ass.

“Dommi
and Lexi asleep?” he asked her.

“Lexi’s
asleep.
 
Dominic is nowhere near it.”

Reno
smiled.
 
“That’s my boy.”

Then
more silence.
 
More coming down.

Trina
looked up at him.
 
She took her fingers
and smoothed his hair out of his face.
 
“There are so many women out there who need serious help, Reno,” she
said.

“I
understand that.”

“You
see them up and down the Strip.
 
They
need help.”

“Then
write a check and help.
 
That’s
fine.
 
Whatever you want to give, you
take our checkbook and give it to them.
 
But you aren’t putting your name on any new business venture.”

“But
they need a partner.
 
I can’t just throw
your hard-earned money at people.
 
Money
changes folks in very negative, nasty ways, and I’m not giving them that kind
of incentive.
 
If I’m giving big bucks,
I’ll have to oversee those bucks.
 
Down
to the last dime.”

Reno
smiled and squeezed one of her butt cheeks.
 
“That’s my girl,” he said.

“But
it’s not just the money they need,” Trina continued.
 
“They need an advocate too.
 
They need somebody with connections to keep
the donations coming, because that initial investment will eventually dry
up.
 
They need---”

“They
need somebody to run the business end of their business enterprise,” Reno
said.
 
“And I’m sure they do.
 
But that somebody will not be you.”

“But
Reno---”

“Don’t
but, Reno
me.
 
The answer is no.
 
No more ventures.
 
You’ve got too much going on now.
 
Way too much.
 
It’s my job to look out for you, Tree, and that’s what I’m going to do
whether you agree with my decisions or not.
 
You are stretched too thin.”

Trina
knew he spoke the truth, and she knew he was only looking out for her best
interests just as he said, but she still felt strongly about that shelter.
 
But she also knew that Rome wasn’t built in a
day, and it would take time to convince Reno.
 
Champagne’s took a lot of convincing too, but he ultimately came
around.
 
She was banking on him coming
around on this goal of hers too.

She
therefore laid her head back down on his chest, and left it alone.
 
For now.

And
the quietness, the coming down from their hectic day, returned.

“You’re
heavy,” Reno eventually said, breaking the silence.

Trina,
surprised by his comment, lifted her head and looked at him.
 
“I am not,” she declared.

He
smiled; pushed his dick further inside of her.
 
She gave him a playful slap on the side of his need-of-a-shave face, and
laid back down.
 
“Very funny,” she said.

“Wanted
to make sure you were still awake.”

“Still
awake?
 
Are you kidding?
 
Armondo is rammed up inside of me.
 
How can I sleep?”

Reno
frowned and glanced down at her.
 
“Who
the fuck is Armondo?” he asked.

“It’s
one of my nicknames for it.
 
It’s a name
I’ve always liked.”

“Armondo?
 
Get the fuck out of here!
 
Get another nickname.”

Trina
had a great idea what kind of name he would like.
 
“Yeah?
 
Like what?”

“I
don’t know.
 
Like Moby Dick.
 
Or Escalade dammit.
 
Or Humungous.
 
How should I know?”

Trina
laughed.
 
“Or, Pee Wee, how about that?”

Reno
pulled out, rolled her off of him to where she was now on her back and he was
now on top of her.
 
She was still
laughing, and he was smiling too.
 
But
when he looked down and saw her lying there, and those feelings of love welled
up inside of him, all playfulness was gone.
 
He no longer saw his wife.
 
He saw
his lover.
 
He saw her gorgeous hazel
eyes.
 
And her flawless black skin.
 
And the dark around her nipples.
 
And the smooth, juicy texture of her
mounds.
 
He saw her stomach, that used to
be iron flat but now held a small potbelly that surfaced after Sophia’s
birth.
 
She rid herself of every
pound.
 
But that little potbelly wouldn’t
cooperate.
 
Reno called it his belly; a
reminder of the precious cargo she once carried for him, and he felt emotional
every time he saw it.
 

But
his eyes moved down further, and he saw the lips of her vagina, and her lean,
trim thighs.
 
His dick throbbed at just
the thought of what sweetness was between those thighs, as his eyes became
enamored with the view.

He
parted her, with her thighs easily opening, and allowed his dick to guide
itself back inside of her.
 
And as soon
as he made contact again, it was no longer funny to Trina either.
 
Because he entered, not with a whimper, but a
bang.
 
Not with a glide, but a jarring
shove.
 
It was such a sudden and
surprisingly forceful shove, her entire upper body lifted up.
 
“Reno!” she screamed.

“Does
that feel peewee to you?” he asked her as he shoved it further in, and with
even greater force.

“No,”
she admitted, shaking her head.
 
“Nothing
peewee about it.
 
Not at all.”

“Not
at all?”
 
Another shove.

Another
upper body lift up.
 
“Not at all!”

And
then, when he was safely settled into her deepest pocket, and the tightness of
her vaginal muscles settled around his rock hard shaft, he began to move.

Her
arms drop freely to her sides, and she closed her eyes as her small body rocked
with his moves.
 
His dick felt so alive,
like a rich thickness inside of her that kept poking her and prodding her until
every hot spot was inflamed.
 

He
stared at her as his movements fell into a groove.
 
Katrina Gabrini, his wife.
 
The love of his life.
 
He never dreamed a man like him would find a
woman like her.
 
Even when he first met
her at that strip joint, and he fought for her honor, he was doing it for her
ass.
 
He wanted her sexually.
 

But it
was so different now.
 
Sex didn’t make
their love work now, but love made their sex work.
 
And as he put his hips into it, as he felt
that tightness that was her trademark, it was the love that overwhelmed
him.
 
It was his love for her that
heightened every sensual feeling he felt for her.
 
For them, it was all about their love.

And
as he laid on top of her, and pulled her into his arms, and continued to fuck
her with that passionate skill that was Reno’s trademark, she began to
weep.
 

It
was all in that loving feeling for her too.
 
Something about the way Reno made love to her that made her so
emotional!
 
Every inch of her vagina felt
his power.
 
Every inch of her vaginal
walls felt entrapped by his power.
 
Every
inch of the deepest pocket of her pussy felt as if Reno’s dick was massaging it
so sensually that it made her feel so loved, and so cherished, that it made her
want to cum.
 
It was too soon, and she
didn’t want to cum this soon, but she couldn’t help it.
 
He was loving her too hard.
 
The emotions of the way he did her were too
overwhelming.
 
The way he stroked her,
the way he pushed into her, was too much to bear.
 

She
came.
 
She came with a burst of sensual
awareness so heightened that she felt her vagina throbbing to the roots of her
hair.
 
It was total.
 
She couldn’t stop cumming.

Reno
began to grunt from the tightening of her vaginal walls around his shaft that
her cum created.
 
He could barely move
through the tightness.
 
And it squeezed
the sex out of him.
 
His dickhead began
to leak out with a small release, and then a trickle, and then, when her
muscles collapsed around his rod so tightly it took his breath away, he poured
into her with a downpour of white hot gold.
 

“Tree!”
was all he could say as he flowed.
 
“Tree! Tree!
 
Tree
!”

And
when he overflowed her, and the wetness became messy, he continued to push into
her with mighty shoves.
 
Their cum
together, the sloshing sounds of satisfaction, filled the silence within their
massive room.
 
Until even Reno, who could
hang longer than any man Trina had ever known, could hang no longer.
 
His still-strong dick finally eased up.
 
And began its slow, prodding, reluctant
retreat.

CHAPTER THREE

Reno
sat at the breakfast table in his bathrobe, with his legs crossed.
 
He sipped more coffee as he looked at Trina
help feed their baby, and his son feed himself.
 
It was the morning after.
 
Reno
slept like a king after that fantastic round with Trina, but that kind of
activity didn’t come without a price.
 
He
woke up as if he’d been poured out.

His
baby girl, whom he
over
-named Sophia
Alexandria Victoria Gabrini, was known to him simply as
Lexie
, and to everybody else simply as
Sophie
.
 
She was to his
right, eating her food and watching big brother Dominic.
 
She was a deep-brown-skinned baby with big,
beautiful eyes and remarkable great looks like Reno’s cousin Tommy, and wavy
dark hair and a button nose like her mother.
 
She was going to be a handful.
 
He
knew it already.
 
He would have to keep
her under his thumb and those men of prey far, far away.
 
His only wish was that she turned out to be a
good person like her mother; that she turned out to be a person able to handle
that bright spotlight that was surely going to be a part of her existence
someday.
 

And
Dommi, he thought, as he looked over at his rambunctious son.
 
Dominic Gabrini, Junior.
 
Already a handful even as he spilled yet more
cereal onto the tabletop.
 
Reno shook his
head.
 
“It’s not that difficult,
Dominic,” he said.

“It
keeps spilling,” Dommi said.

“It won’t
spill if you stop eating so fast,” Reno responded.

“I
hope he doesn’t eat that way in school,” Trina said.
 
“Those teachers probably think we’re starving
him to death, and have given him no home training.”

But
Francine Gabrini, who was also at the breakfast table, disagreed.
 
Reno was her big brother and benefactor.
 
She lived in a room in his hotel. He paid all
of her bills.
 
He gave her an
allowance.
 
But that didn’t mean she was
meek and mild and prone to mind her own business.
 
She was Fran.
 
She didn’t know what minding her own business meant.
 
“If you ask me,” she said, “I think he’s just
fine.
 
I think he’s a wonderful little
boy making innocent, little boy mistakes.
 
He’s absolutely perfect.”
 
Then
she smiled and looked at Dommi.
 
“Aren’t
you, sweetheart?”

Dommi
gladly nodded his agreement.
 
“Yes,
ma’am,” he said.

“Yes
ma’am my ass,” Trina said.
 
“Go get a
cloth and clean up that mess!”

“But
I’m not finished yet,” Dommi said.

Reno
looked at him, astounded that he would give his mother any backtalk.
 
“Now!” he ordered.

Dommi
quickly moved to his father’s stern voice.
 
Then Reno looked at Fran.
 
“Don’t
you ever reward his bad behavior.
 
You
hear me?
 
My son will not go through this
life spoiled and lazy.
 
If he’s wrong,
he’s wrong, and don’t you dare try to sugarcoat his mistakes.
 
Understand me?”

Fran
frowned.
 
“Why are you jumping down my
throat?” she asked.
 
“What did I do to
you?
 
I was just stating a fact.
 
Dommi’s a good kid.
 
He’s smart, he’s talented, he’s a dream
child.
 
You should be grateful I have
your son’s back.
 
Because I do.
 
Just like I have your back, Reno.
 
So don’t get on my case like I’m the enemy.
 
I’m not the one who goes behind your
back.
 
I’m not the problem here.”

Trina
and Reno both looked at Fran.
 
Trina knew
those little sly words of hers weren’t sly at all.
 
She was dishing the dirt.
 
Trina didn’t know what it was about this
time, but she knew it was going to be dirty.

Dommi
returned to the table with a dishcloth just as Reno was responding to Fran’s
comment.
 
“And what is that supposed to
mean?” he asked his sister.

But
Trina wasn’t about to let her discuss anything negative in front of her
children.
 
She motioned toward the end of
the table, where the older Miss Tucker and the younger Wilma, the nannies, were
having breakfast.
 
Both women immediately
rose.

“Dommi,
go with Miss Tucker,” Trina said.

“But
I’m not quite finished,” Dommi responded.

Reno
gave him another harsh look.

Dommi
was disappointed, but he complied.
 
“Yes,
ma’am,” he said.

Wilma
took Sophia out of Trina’s hand, while Miss Tucker took Dominic by the hand,
and they ushered the children out of the kitchen.

When
they were gone, Reno looked at Fran.
 
“Tell it to me straight, Fran,” he said. “What the hell are you talking
about?
 
Who’s going behind my back?”

Fran
didn’t respond.
 
She looked at Trina
instead.
 
Reno then looked at Trina.
 
“What is she talking about?”

“What
are you talking about, Fran?” Trina asked her sister-in-law.
 
“Because I sure as hell don’t know.”

“You
know,” Fran responded.

Trina
was offended.
 
“If I knew I would say so,
Fran.
 
So spit it out.”

“I
don’t feel it’s my place to tell your business.”

Trina
shook her head.
 
“You are so full of it
that it’s not even funny.
 
I declare if
you weren’t family, I would have kicked you to the curb long ago.”

“You
would have tried,” Fran shot back.

“Just
tell me what you mean, Fran,” Reno said angrily.
 
“Who’s going behind my back?
 
What the fuck are you talking about?”

Fran
exhaled.
 
Contrary to her stated
positions, she loved to tell the news and Trina and Reno both knew it.
 
“Your wife is going behind your back,” she
said to her brother.
 
“Okay?
 
Satisfied?
 
But be it far from me to gossip about a man and his wife.”

Reno
stared at his sister.
 
“What are you
talking about?”

“I’m talking
about your beloved Trina, that’s who.
 
You think you know her so well.
 
You think she’s such an angel.
 
But you don’t know a damn thing, Reno.
 
I could tell you such things!”

Reno
dismissed her.
 
“You’re full of shit,
Fran.”

“Thank-you!”
Trina heartily agreed.
 
She was pleased
that Reno didn’t fall for Fran’s bull.

But
Reno’s dismissive tone only angered Fran more.
 
And now she wasn’t pretending to be demure.
 
“I’m full of shit?” she asked.
 
“So I guess Trina didn’t have this secret
meeting with the people who used to run Halperin House.
 
I guess she doesn’t want to go behind your
back and open a battered women’s shelter.
 
I overheard them talking at Champagne’s.
 
I overheard the whole conversation.
 
Trina had to tell me what it was about because she know I heard it.”

Reno
smiled and shook his head.

“As
usual,” Trina said, “she got it wrong again.
 
I told her not to tell you anything about it because I was going to talk
to you first.
 
And I have.”

“You
talked to me about it?” Reno asked.
 
“Is
that what you called that?
 
I called it
dragging me out to some abandoned building to tell me what you were planning to
do.”

“It’s
something I want to do,” Trina said.
 
“You’re right about that.
 
And I
was talking to you about it, but you shut it down.”

“Damn
right I shut it down!” Reno fired back.
 
“You can’t be involved with anything else.
 
You’ve got too much going on as it is.
 
I’m too busy, you’re too busy.
 
Who’s going to raise our kids?
 
Some nannies?
 
Fran?”

Fran
grinned.
 

“I’m
raising our kids just fine,” Trina shot back.
 
“You speak for yourself.
 
And
Fran?
 
Leave.”

 
Fran’s smile left.
 
“Why should I have to leave?”

“Because
I said so.
 
Get out of my house, and get
out now.”

Fran
looked at her brother, certain he wouldn’t stand for that.

But
he stood for it.
 
“You heard her,” he
said.
 
“You don’t disrespect my wife at
her own breakfast table.
 
Leave.”

Fran
stared at her brother, and then she left angrily.
 
But Trina didn’t care.
 
She brought it on herself.
 
As soon as Fran slammed the door behind
herself, Trina made it clear.
 
“I’m
getting tired of her bullshit, Reno,” she said.
 
“I can’t fart without her running to you to tell the news.”

“Then
maybe you should stop giving her news to run and tell,” he responded.
 
“She wouldn’t know a damn thing if you didn’t
tell her damn near everything.”

Trina
knew he was right, so she didn’t argue with him.

But
the conversation wasn’t over with him.
 
He leaned back, his legs still crossed.
 
“You don’t get it, do you?” he asked her.

“Get
what?”

“The
issue isn’t Fran.
 
The issue is why do
you have this constant need to add to our burdens?”

“Burdens?”
Trina asked.
 
“Because I want to follow
my passion, that’s burdensome to you?”

“It’s
too much.”

“And
when you keep adding bars and nightclubs to your portfolio, is that too much?
 
What about your plans to open all of those
smaller PaLargio hotels in the south?
 
Are those passions of yours too much?
 
But because I have a clothing store, and want to invest in a battered
women’s shelter, I’m overdoing it.
 
I’m
burdening us down.
 
That’s so not fair,
Reno.
 
You get to make all your dreams
come true.
 
I have to pick and choose
mine!”

“You’re
my wife,
got
dammit!” Reno shot
back.
 
“No wife of mine is going to be so
overextended that she can’t be a mother to my children!”

“I am
a mother to your children,” Trina fired back, “don’t even try that, Reno!
 
I’m here more than you’ll ever be so don’t
even go there!”

Reno
exhaled.
 
He knew the limits he placed on
her wasn’t fair.
 
He knew everything she
was saying was true.
 
But she was his
wife.
 
There were risks involved with
being his wife.
 
He couldn’t give her the
kind of total freedom she wanted no matter how badly she wanted it.
 
“You aren’t getting involved in anything
else,” he said.
 
“Do I make myself
clear?
 
You will not be opening any
shelter for battered women, children, or pets.
 
Do you understand me?”

“I
hear you,” Trina said.
 
Then she
smiled.
 
“But I’ll never understand you.”

Reno
lifted the side of his mouth and gave a smile too.
 
He couldn’t be upset with this woman for long
to save his life.
 
“You don’t have to
understand me.
 
But you have to do as I
say.”

His
tone offended Trina.
 
“You don’t tell me
what I have to do,” she said.
 
“Come on
now.
 
You don’t run me.”

But
Reno didn’t back down.
 
“I run this
household and your ass is a part of this household.
 
You don’t have to understand me, but I wear
the pants around here and you need to understand that.”