Romancing Tommy Gabrini (32 page)

“Do
my clothes, my style, bother you?”

Tommy
didn’t immediately answer.
 
Because the
question was unexpected.
 
But then he
raised his eyebrows as if it wasn’t a question to dismiss as nonsense,
either.
 
“Your clothes and style doesn’t
bother me, no,” he said.

“But
what I mean is, are my clothes, for instance, up to your standards?”

Tommy
didn’t hesitate. “No,” he said.

Grace
could feel her embarrassment rise.
 
“They
aren’t attractive enough?” she asked.

“They’re
attractive.
 
You always dress
attractively.”
 
Then he looked her dead
in the eye.
 
“And inexpensively,” he
added.

Grace
smiled.
 
“I wear what I can afford, and
inexpensive is what I can afford.”

“I
fully understand that.
 
But you also need
to understand that money’s not an issue anymore.”

Grace
smiled.
 
“Since money’s no object, why
haven’t you lavished me with any gifts yet?”

Tommy
stared at her.
 
Every woman he’d ever
dated wanted gifts from him.
 
But he
didn’t want Grace to be like them.
 
“Is
that what you want?” he asked her.

“Hell
no,” she said and he laughed.
 
“I’ll feel
like you’re trying to buy my affection.
 
But since you haven’t given me anything at all, I figure you’ll actually
work to earn my affection, which, to me, is far better.”

Tommy
wanted to kiss her.
 
“Me too,” he
said.
 

“So,”
Grace said, sipping the last of her coffee, “tell me about this cousin of
yours.
 
What’s his name?”

“Dominic
Gabrini.”

“Same
last name?”

“My
father and his father were brothers, yes.”

“Were?”

“His
father died.”
 
Then Tommy hesitated, a
concerned look crossing his handsome face.

“What
is it, Tommy?” Grace asked him.

He
looked at her.
  
“We call him Reno.”

“Dominic’s
father?”

“No,
Dominic,” Tommy said.
 
“We call him
Reno.”

“And
his wife is Trina?”

“Katrina,
right.
 
We call her Trina or Tree.”

“Do
they have any children?”

“They
have a son together, the little bugger whose birthday we’ll be celebrating.
 
And Reno has a nineteen year old son from a
different relationship.”

“Oh,
okay.
 
So he has two sons?”

“Right.”

Then
Tommy, again, seemed concerned.

“Tommy,
what is it?” Grace asked him.
 
“What are
you not telling me?”

“Nothing
major, but the thing is, before Reno’s father died, I should tell you that he
was involved in certain activities.”

Grace
was confused.
 
“What kind of activities?”

“There’s
no cute way to put this.”

“To
put what?”

“Before
he died, Reno’s father, Paulo Gabrini, was a mob boss, Grace.
 
He was a member of the mob.”

Grace
could hardly believe it.
 
“Mafia?
 
He, your uncle, was in the mafia?”

Tommy
nodded.
 
“Yes.”

Grace’s
heart began to pound.
 
“Are you trying to
tell me that you’re in the mafia, too, Tommy?
 
Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

“No,”
Tommy said quickly.
 
“I used to be a cop,
a police captain, remember?
 
Of course
I’m not mafia.”

“But?”

Tommy
paused.
 
Then exhaled.
 
“But Reno, how do I say it?”

“He’s
in the mafia?” Grace volunteered.
 
“Reno’s a mob boss like his father was?”

“It’s
more complicated than that.”

Grace
just stared at him.
 
What was he talking
about?
 
Was this Reno a mob boss?
 
Were they about to spend the week with a
member of the mafia?

Tommy
could see the distress all over her face.
 
He patted the seat beside him.
 
“Come here,” he said to her.

Grace
unbuckled and went to him. She sat beside him.
 
He held her hand.

“Reno
is not a mob boss per se, okay?”

“Per
se?” Grace asked.
 
“What do you mean per se?
 
He either is or he isn’t.”

“When
his father died, he had a lot of enemies, Grace.
 
And those enemies weren’t going to just
forget what Uncle Paulo did to them.
 
They wanted their revenge.
 
And
Reno had to step up and do what he had to do.”

Grace
looked at Tommy.
 
“You’re saying you
supported his actions?”

“Yes.
 
Absolutely.
 
Although Reno has done some hellish things in his life, very hellish
things, I have never met a man with more integrity and loyalty and love in my
entire life.
 
He’s never started any
fight with anyone.
 
He’s not that kind of
man.
 
But if they start barking at him or
his family, he will bite.
 
Make no
mistake about that.
 
But other than
that,” Tommy said with a smile, “Reno’s a sweetheart.”

Grace
smiled, too, but she couldn’t help but worry.
 
She leaned against Tommy and he wrapped his arm around her.
 
The only reason she didn’t demand that the
plane turn around now and take her back to Seattle was because of Tommy.
 
She trusted Tommy.
 
And if Tommy said that this Reno wasn’t some
monster mobster, then she believed him.
 

But
that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to keep her own eyes open, and her own
antennas tuned to everybody in Las Vegas, but especially this Reno.

The
limo arrived in front of the PaLargio and as soon as Tommy and Grace stepped
into the crowded lobby of the majestic hotel and casino, Grace smiled.

“This
is gorgeous,” she said, her arm locked in Tommy’s arm as they made their way to
the elevators.
 
Two bellhops were
following them with their luggage.
 
“Is
this where we’ll be staying?”

“Yes.”

“I
love it.”

“I
agree.
 
Reno’s done a fine job with the
place.”

“Reno?”

“Yes.
Oh, right, I forgot to tell you.
 
Reno
owns this.”

Grace
stopped walking and looked at him.
 
“Reno
owns what?”

“This.
 
Where we’ll be staying.
 
I forgot to tell you.”

Grace
stared at him.
 
“Reno
owns
the Pa-Lar-gi-o? You forgot to
mention that your cousin
owns
the
Pa-Lar-gi-o?”

Tommy
smiled.
 
“I forgot, I’m sorry.
 
He’s owned it so long I just never thought to
mention it.”

What kind of man is this Reno
, Grace wondered.
 
Was it mob money that got him the
PaLargio?
 
Was it mob money that sustains
it?
 
She and Tommy began walking again
and entered the elevator.
 
Only Grace
felt as if she wasn’t just entering an elevator, but maybe even an entirely different
world.

“I’ll
get it!” Jimmy Mack yelled when the doorbell rang.
 
He laid his baby brother back in his crib and
headed for his father’s front door inside the PaLargio’s penthouse.
 
When he opened the door, and saw that it was
Tommy, his heart soared.

“Uncle
Tommy!” he said with great relief and rushed into his arms.
 
Grace was reminded of how relieved she felt
whenever she would see Tommy.
 
She knew
how the young man felt.

Tommy
was so happy to see Reno’s son that he bear-hugged him.
 
“Great seeing you again, champ,” he
said.
 
“Been taking good care of
yourself?”

“Yes,
sir.”

“I
see you’ve been working out,” Tommy said as he squeezed the young man’s biceps.

“I’ve
got a long way to go to catch up to you and Dad.”

“Damn
straight,” Tommy said with a smile.

“Come
on in,” Jimmy Mack said as he glanced over at Grace.
 
He knew Uncle Tommy had good taste, but she
was lovely.

Tommy
placed his hand in the small of Grace’s back and escorted her in.
 
Jimmy Mack closed the door.

“I
want you to meet my lady, Grace McKinsey.
 
Grace, this is Reno’s oldest boy, Jimmy Mack.”

Jimmy
extended his hand.
 
“Hello, Miss
McKinsey,” he said as they shook.
 
“A
pleasure to meet you.”

“You,
too, Jimmy Mack.
 
And please call me
Grace.”

“I
will, thank-you.”

The
young man seemed really kind and polite, and Grace liked that.
 
What surprised her, however, was that this
young man, this son of Reno’s, looked interracial.

 
“So where’s everybody?
 
Where’s Baby Boy?”

“I
just put him back in his crib.
 
Dad and
Trina’s still in the back.
 
You guys make
yourselves at home and I’ll go get them.”

Jimmy
Mack headed toward the back while Tommy sat Grace down on the sofa and headed
for the bar.

“The
views here are spectacular, Tommy,” Grace said as she looked at the Vegas
skyline through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

“I
know,” Tommy said.
 
He stood behind the
bar, grabbed a Collins glass, and prepared to mix their drinks. “One thing you
will quickly learn about Reno.”

Grace
looked at him.
 
“What’s that?” she asked.

“The
man knows how to live.”

“So
it seems,” Grace said, looking once again out of the window and anxiously
awaiting Reno’s appearance.

Reno
was grunting incomprehensible words as he kept pounding his dick into Trina’s
pussy.
 
And it was rhythmic and
rough.
 
“Ugh!
 
Ugh!
 
Ooo!”
he kept grunting.

They
were in the shower, in their master bath, and Reno had Trina’s stomach pressed
against the shower tile as he fucked her from behind.
 
Her hands were splayed flat on the tile and
her wet, naked body was shaking and slamming hard with every pound.

And
Reno couldn’t stop grunting.
 
He thrashed
and he thrashed her.
 
They were in the
throes of their highest point of pleasure.
 
She felt his dick with that excitement that always made her moan with
joy.
 
He felt her cunt with that elation
that always made him grunt with sensual ecstasy.
 
And all that could be heard was the sound of
flesh slapping flesh, over and over, as the water poured over them and Trina’s
ass bounced like a wave in slow motion every time her husband gave it to her.

Knocks
were heard on the bathroom door just as he was giving it to her even
harder.
 
Reno stopped long enough to
respond, only because he assumed it to be his son.
 
“Yes?” he asked breathlessly.

“I
didn’t mean to butt in---”

“Then
butt out!” Reno ordered.

“Uncle
Tommy’s arrived!”
 
Jimmy Mack managed to
say.

Reno
nodded.
 
He expected as much.
 
“Okay,” he said.
 
“Entertain him, son.
 
I’ll be there.”

“Yes,
sir,” Jimmy Mack said and whether or not he was a good son and left, or hung
around to listen, wasn’t something Reno could deal with right now.
 
His manhood was near explosion inside of his
wife and all he could deal with was right in front of him.
 
He continued to fuck her hard.
 
He continued to thrash into her with such
slapping sounds that it made him want to holler. Since Jimmy might still be
outside the bathroom door, and since Tommy was now in the house, he controlled
himself.
 
But he didn’t stop.
 
He wasn’t about to stop, and Trina wasn’t
about to let him, until they both had had their cum.