Reno [Wolfe Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (2 page)

“Well, that part was!” Xavier chuckled as the blonde performed wildly on her way out. “Do you know who the little one was?”

“Yeah, her sister.” Reno stood, still slightly bent over, but he was able to move now.

“Dude, her name is…?”

“Cangelosi, I think.”

“Someone named their daughter Cangelosi?”

“Her last name is Cangelosi, dumbass. There can’t be that many of them in Kansas City, right?”

Reno was ready to bang his head against his computer. He’d never known there were that many Cangelosi families in the greater Kansas City area. He’d narrowed his search down, but had to stop when the captain called him and Xavier into his office.

“Boys.” Reno’s black eyes glared at his boss. He was no more a boy than the over-sixty captain was. “Burglary has asked for our help.” Captain Travis leaned back in his chair, hands tucked over his stomach, as he watched his best detectives. “They have a man, Satino Cangelosi, under suspicion of theft and, possibly, planning a murder for hire.”

Instantly, their interest was pricked. Xavier spoke first. “What do they want us to do?”

“We need to infiltrate the family, see if we can find out what his two daughters know. One is a model, and the other is a librarian or something.”

“I’ll take the model,” Xavier was quick to suggest, leaving Reno with the boring task of dealing with the librarian.

“Sure. Not a problem.” Reno stood as the captain handed them the information sheets that had been gathered for their individuals. Reno’s smile kicked up a notch as he read over the information. It seemed like he’d been looking too hard after all—from the picture and description he’d been given, he had found his torturer.

“Son of a fucking bitch!” Xavier cursed as he glared at the sheet he held. “I want the other sister.” He glared down at the beautiful picture of Arianna.

“Too bad, sucker, too bad!” Reno had a new hop in his step as he left the office, gathered his stuff, and went to find his little problem. Had she been able to see his smile, he thought, she’d be leaving town.

* * * *

It was seven before Trista was finally able to leave the library. One issue after another had popped up. She still couldn’t believe that she’d been the one elected to ask the pervert to quit watching porn. It might not have been such a problem if there hadn’t been kids running laps around him so they could watch, too.

As she pulled up to her white house with its stacked-stone porch, she breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t wait to go inside her little hideaway from the world. She’d bought the place, in a historic district of Kansas City, at a steal and then spent double the money fixing it up the way she wanted. The basement was her favorite! Not only did it have a room lined and packed with bookshelves, but it also had a pool table and access out into the backyard.

Upon closing the front door behind her, she began shedding her work clothes. Lord, she hated being dressed up in these business suits that the latest head librarian insisted that they all wear. He might realize how ridiculous it was if
he
had to work with the customers like they did.

Dressed in an oversized Chiefs shirt that she’d bought at a yard sale and a thong, she went into the kitchen. First, she needed a drink, and then she’d worry about dinner. After uncorking her favorite chardonnay and pouring herself a big glass, she sipped it as she looked through the fridge to find something to eat.

She finally settled on a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich. Nothing is too good for me, she thought with a sigh. Snuggling down into the sofa with her laptop, she flicked the television on for noise, not really caring what was on as she surfed the Internet.

After what happened at the club last night, she was pretty sure that she would
never
be going to back to Hell’s Place. She was very interested in what was going on in the dungeon. A lot of her books were erotic BDSM romance stories, and they turned her on more than any of the others she read. There was something about a man who would take control of not only the situation, but of her pleasure, that turned her on. Unfortunately, most of the men she’d found had been looking for a woman who would do that for them, but the idea of spanking a man just didn’t turn her on.

She’d just found a place called the Sub Club when she heard someone pounding on her front door. Dammit, she didn’t even have a robe to throw on. Honestly, no one ever came to her house unless it was election time and someone wanted to beg for votes.

“Hold on!” She raced to her room and grabbed the first pair of pants she could find. As she tugged the shorts up, she realized she might have been showing less in just her thong. Damn, these were short shorts. Too late now, she thought as she tried to look out the peephole. “Who is it?”

“Kansas City Police, ma’am.” Reno hid in the shadows of the porch as he waited for her to open the door. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” He heard swearing as locks were thrown and the door opened up to reveal the sexual nymph of his dreams.

“Oh shit,” she gasped as she tried to close the door, “it’s you!”

Reno was glad he’d worn his boots as she almost slammed the door on his foot. He managed to get inside the door and shut it before she alerted the whole damned street of her problem. And yes, he planned to be a big problem—for her.

“Ms. Cangelosi, I need to speak with you about your father.” He turned on his digital note taker and held the stylus ready to write. Business would come before pleasure.

“My father?” She walked over and sat down on her sofa. “To be honest with you, officer, I haven’t spoken to my father since my high school graduation.”

“Excuse me?”

“I haven’t spoken with either of my parents since my graduation. Well, they didn’t actually come to my graduation. I guess it was early the morning of the graduation when they told me to pack my shit and get out of their house.” She took another sip of wine.

“Does your father do business with Mr. Simone?”

“Which one?” Her eyes watched him warily. “My mother has several brothers. Her father is still alive as well.”

“What?” Now he was confused. What did the other people have to do with anything?

“My mom’s maiden name was Simone. My father married her because he wanted to be a wise guy and thought that would help with his image. Nonno Simone still doesn’t like him.”

“Which of the Simones are you related to?” Reno sat down next to her, and as he did, he saw what she had on her laptop. The Sub Club? Oh, hell no! That place made the dungeon at Hell’s Place look regal.

“Nonno is Antonio, and then my uncles are Antonio Jr., Marco, Dante, and Enzo. Of course, they all have kids, but most had girls.” She shrugged as she tried to lower her laptop screen just a little without him noticing it.

“Are you related to Rocco or Vito?”

She made a face as she tried to think of all the Simone relatives that she had. Neither name rang any bells though. “I don’t think so. Nonno said that they were some other Simones in town, but we would do well to stay away from them.”

“Any reason why?”

“Um, I think it’s because they were running drugs and into prostitution. Nonno didn’t want me around them.”

“Just you?”

“He and Nonna raised me until I was ten. My father demanded that they give him me or a large sum of money that my grandparents didn’t have. I was forced to go to my parents’ house until graduation, at which time I was promptly kicked out.” She smiled. “That was the best damned day of my life.”

Reno put his data keeper back into his blazer pocket then took the blazer off. Business was over—it was time to reflect on what had happened the night before.

“Are you and your sister close?” he asked as he folded one leg across the other.

She took a big swig of wine. Holy hell, how was she honestly supposed to answer a question like that? “We’re only close when she needs something.” Her eyes darted to him before falling back to look at the wall across from them. “Last night, she needed someone sober to drive her home.” She tried to use her body to block the screen. “Did she succeed with her plan last night?”

“I don’t know. What was her plan?”

“She has been trying to get her boss’s attention.” She took the last drink then stood up to get another glass. “Want one?”

“No thanks.” He waited until she was back next to him before he asked, “Why does she want his attention?”

“Oh, she says that he has a big cock, and she wants to fuck him.” The wine is getting me a little tipsy, she thought, but didn’t stop. “She says that he’ll buy her stuff, and she won’t have to work. You know, that kind of stuff.” She smiled up at him. “Oh, and that she’d lead him around like a little puppy in about seven days.”

He chuckled and asked, “What did your sister say about me?”

“That you’re a sadistic bastard who gets his pleasures by tormenting women until they were broken and bloody.” She wasn’t smiling then. “Oh, and she thought that you might have performance issues, so you always had to have a third.” Whatever the hell that means, she thought as she saw a change in the big man in front of her. His muscles seemed to tighten visibly in front of her. She watched as red spots colored his cheek bones. Who would have thought that the big man would blush? She thought he’d have been too jaded for that.

“She said what?” His voice was as tight as his body at that moment. He looked like would have gladly killed her sister if he could find her.

“I didn’t say that I believed her garbage! Well, some of it I guess. I’ve seen you with the whip, but I didn’t see any blood on your, uh, sub. Tormenting her is supposed to feel good, right?” Her big violet eyes were caught and held by his black ones. Her breathing was getting rough. She wondered how it would feel to be with him as he toyed with and pleasured her body like those alpha men did in her books. How would his whip feel when it brushed her flesh? She shivered at the mental image.

“Damned good, sugar.” He eased closer to her. “Why were you looking at the Sub Club?” While he wasn’t touching her, she could feel his breath against her flesh, feel the heat from his body close to her, and feel her pussy getting wet.

“I didn’t tell you?” she asked him sweetly.

“No,” he replied.

“Then you must not need to know.” Giggling, she pushed against him. Damn, he was back to looking pissed, which made her laugh even more.

He rolled his eyes. She was loopy as hell. “Where did you hear that one?”

“Nonno used it all the time.” She caught her breath as she got herself under control. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Why were you looking at the Sub Club?” His voice was sterner this time, and he watched as her nipples hardened. Whether she planned on admitting it or not, she had some submissive tendencies.

“Well, after my sister got kicked out of the dungeon at Hell’s Place, I figured I wouldn’t be allowed back any time soon.”

“We wouldn’t have an issue with
you
coming back, just Arianna.” He traced a long finger down the side of her face. “Do you have a master you would prefer to work with or a Dom of your own that you will bring with you?”

“No, I don’t have anyone,” she mumbled as she tried not to lean into his touch. Lord, he smelled so good beside her. She wondered if he would taste as good as he smelled.

“Do you want a Dom?”

“You’ll help me find one?”

“I can be your Dom, or at least train you until you find one that you want. Do you like that idea?”

“Yes.” Her answer was all but inaudible, but she made sure that he heard enough to get the answer she wanted him to hear. She decided to take the chance, to see if the pleasure and pain were as good as she read about or even better than she fantasized.

“Good. Stand up.” She followed his directions, and within seconds, found her shorts pooling around her ankles with her panties, and her body draped over his lap. “Do you know why you are getting this punishment?”

“Probably.” Well, damn, most likely she shouldn’t have said that. As his hand landed on her ass with a loud pop, she whimpered. “When I escaped yesterday?”

“Think again, honey.” More smacks landed on her reddening butt as he worked the exterior of the delectable region.

“Um, when I fondled your testicles?” Damn, the next one hurt more than the others. She guessed “fondled” wasn’t the way he would have put it.

“Fondled?” His breathing increased. “Fondled? I still was talking funny this morning from where you tried to crush my nuts!” He swung down again. By this time, he was making her ass turn bright red. It looked so sexy with his handprints emblazoned across her ass.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered to him.

He could feel her tears. He had to show there that all spankings weren’t about play and fun. He smiled as he thought that it wasn’t nearly as much fun as she had envisioned.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Abruptly, the spanking stopped. His long, thick fingers were brushing against her ass, stroking her gently as she tried to dry up her tears.

“You accepted your punishment well, pet.”

She was beginning to feel more than a little self-conscious as she was spread across his lap, almost naked with him touching her. “Great, can I get up now?”