Sal Gabrini 4: I'll Take You There (The Gabrini Men Series Book 7) (5 page)

“What
was I supposed to do, Sal? He said he had my kid!”

“Why the
fuck didn’t you tell me it was him, Ang?
 
Why the fuck didn’t you tell me!”

The
cabdriver looked at Sal through his rearview, but Sal didn’t give a shit.
  
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“He
told me not to tell you,” Angela fired back.
 
“I couldn’t say a word or he was going to hurt my child!
 
So excuse me for looking out for my kid!
 
I didn’t know if he had my house bugged, or
my phone, or whatever!
 
So I did like he
told me to do for the sake of my child.
 
And now he’s back home.
 
That’s
what should matter.
 
What’s the big damn
deal?”

Sal
looked at his phone as if he was looking at her.
 
And then he clicked it off.
 
He wanted to throw it across the cab and
shatter it into pieces.
 
But he contained
his fury.
 
He couldn’t believe it.
 
He couldn’t believe he could be played so
easily like that.
 
That crazy-ass Johnny
Ripperton had played him and his boys like
got
damn
instruments! Like a
got
damn string
quartet!
 

He
exhaled, tried with all he had not to think about what they did to Phil
Meretti, and why the Rip was even bothering.
 
And then he called Tommy.

“You
work too hard,” Sal said to his big brother when Tommy finally answered the
phone.

“That’s
certainly not your flaw,” Tommy replied.
 
“At least not when it comes to Gabrini, Incorporated.
 
Where are you?”

“In
the backseat of a smelly-ass cab.
 
In
Vegas.”

“Vegas?
 
I thought you were going to check on the home
front first.
 
You do have a company to
run, you know.”

“You’re
one to talk.
 
Your ass is in Lisbon.”

“My
ass
was
in Lisbon.
 
I’m on a plane heading home now.
 
So what’s up?
 
Why Vegas instead of Seattle which, I thought, was the plan?”

“I
wanted to check on Gem,” Sal said.

“Check
on her?
 
Why?”

“One
of my ex’s decided to pay her a visit today.”

“One
of your ex’s?
 
That doesn’t sound like the
kind of woman you’d date.”

“You’ve
got that right.
 
They didn’t give a damn
about me, and I didn’t give a damn about them.
 
But I need to check it out.
 
She
was paid to go to Gem’s office and warn her.”

“Paid?”
Tommy asked.
 
“Who paid her?
 
And to warn Gem about what?”

“She
was paid on the blind and she wanted to warn Gem to stay away from me.”

Tommy
sighed.
 
“My beloved brother.
 
You and your connections.”

“I
need you to do me a favor,” Sal said.
 
“I
need you to check around.
 
See if there’s
any chatter out there.”

“About
Gemma?”

“About
anything.”

“You
know I will,” Tommy responded.
 
“But you
don’t think Gemma’s in any danger, do you?”

“Danger?
 
No.
 
Somebody’s trying to get my attention, all right, but I don’t think it’s
about harming her.”

“Then
what do you think it’s about?”

“Scaring
the shit out of me,” Sal said.
 
“I think
somebody’s toying with me.”

“And
you think this because some female showed up at Gemma’s job?”
 

“Remember
I told you about Angela and her boy?”

“They
snatched him, yeah.
 
And you went to
Baltimore to look into it.
 
At least
that’s where I thought you were all week.”

“That’s
where I was.
 
But it never happened.”

“What
does that mean?
 
The kid was never
taken?”

“Affirmative.
 
And you know the reason why his mother, why
Angela called me to begin with?”

“She
knew her old man got iced while he was on your payroll.
 
She figured you owed her.”

“And
she figured right,” Sal agreed.
 
“I do
owe her.
 
But that wasn’t the
reason.
 
She called me because Rip told
her to.”

This
surprised Tommy.
 
“Rip?
 
Johnny Ripperton?
 
Are you serious?
 
Rip’s back?”

“If
his ass ever went anywhere, yes.
 
Apparently.
 
I haven’t been able
to find out shit about him.
 
Neeco
tracked them down, and was able to snatch Phil Meretti.”

“Old
Philly?”

“Yeah.
 
But Rip and his crew got away.”

“But
who is that asshole to be toying with you?
 
Trying to get a name for himself?”

“That’s
where it’s headed,” Sal agreed.
 
“That’s
why I need you to check around.
 
And I
need you to have your boys sweep my penthouse.
 
I think there might be a bug there.”

“A
bug?”

“Of
the listening variety, yes.”

“You
think somebody bugged your place?”

“I
think so.
 
That female knew too
much.
 
But I don’t want any of my boys
involved yet.”

“Not
even Neeco?”

“Not
even Neek.
 
Not yet.
 
Not until I’m satisfied this shit is about
me, and not Gemma.
 
Because if it’s about
Gemma, we’ve got a problem.”

Tommy
sighed.
 
They were such selfish men to
pull such wonderful ladies into their crazy-ass world, he thought.
 
But he didn’t share his thoughts with Sal.
 
Because Sal, by taking it slow with Gemma,
was the least selfish of them all.
 
Tommy
admired him for that.

“You
just stay safe,” Tommy said to his younger brother.
 
I’ll let you know what I find out.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Gemma’s
beautiful home was pitch-black as Sal stepped out of the cab.
 
He didn’t like it.
 
He had told her countless times to take care
of it.
 
Keep the porch light on at least,
he had told her.
 
Or the living room
light.
 
When you go to bed keep something
on!
 
But not Gemma.
 
She didn’t see the point.
 
If somebody wanted to break in, she told him
repeatedly, a burning light was not going to stop them.
 
Sal knew it too, but he just didn’t like her
in the dark like this.

He
paid the cab driver and then made his way across the lawn to the front
porch.
 
He could have phoned Reno to have
a car meet him at the airstrip.
 
He knew
that.
 
But he didn’t want all of the
fuss, and any of the questions.
 
He just
wanted to handle business, see Gemma, and then, on what might become the most
important mission of his life, go and see her parents.
 

After
ringing the bell again, he saw the upstairs light come on.
 
Then, shortly thereafter, the downstairs
light.
 
Within seconds the front door
opened and Gemma, thrilled, swung open the screened door and ran into Sal’s
arms.

“Oh,
Sal!” she yelled as he lifted her up. “I thought you said you’d be here
tomorrow afternoon!”

“I
thought it would take that long,” he said, carrying her into the house.
 
“But it didn’t.”

When
he closed the door and locked it, he placed his hands on the side of her
gorgeous black face and looked at her.
 
From her dark lips to her sultry brown eyes, and then back down to those
lips again, he loved this woman.
 
He
wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on those luscious lips.

As
they kissed their sighs could be heard as if it were background music
throughout the silence of the home.
 
But
it was in the forefront now.
 
Because
their sighs became passionate groans when Sal moved his hand beneath her robe,
and began massaging her bare ass.
 

When
they stopped kissing, he looked at her as if he was studying her every
feature.
 
Her short, black, natural
hair.
 
Her fresh, perfumed scent.
 
Her sincere, intelligent look.
 
Her sleek, slender body.
 
Everything about her was a turn-on for
him.
 
Including her eyes.
 
Those smoky, chocolaty-brown eyes.
 
“I miss you,” he said.

Gemma
felt overcome with emotion, and it felt awkward for her.
 
“Me too,” she said.

But
Sal, knowing her awkwardness concerning all things emotional, took her response
as a way to needle her.
 
“Me too?” he
asked.
 
“What the hell is that supposed
to mean?
 
I say I miss you and you say me
too.
 
What does that mean?
 
You miss you too?”

She
smiled.
 
“No silly,” she said. Then she
turned serious, as she stared into his blazing blue eyes.
 
“I miss you,” she said heartfelt.

Sal
could feel her heart.
 
Almost as starkly
as he could feel her ass.
 
And her ass
was feeling awfully good.
 

He
began kissing her again, passionately, and he began carrying her upstairs.
 
His fingers moved down, from her ass to her
pussy, and was massaging her as he carried her.
  
And the thought of her loveliness became too
great.
 
His penis was throbbing with too
much desire.
 
And he had to have her with
a desperate need.
 
By the time he made it
to the top stair, he laid her down, opened her legs, and couldn’t wait.
 
He ate her.
 

His
tongue licked her clitoris, and then his mouth opened her folds wider and
enjoyed the rest of her.
 
Her robe was
completely untied now, and her bare black body was exposed, as his thick, white
hands squeezed the color out of her breasts, and his mouth ate the life out of
her pussy.

She
moaned and moved around with restless deliciousness as he ate her, and as every
fiber in her being felt the sensation of his prowess.

“This
is the best,” Sal was saying, as he lifted her higher and wrapped her legs
around his neck.
 
He had full access now,
and was taking full advantage of it.
  
“You’re the best.”
 

Her
vagina was wet with saturation, and was fire red with desire.
 
He was going down on her so hard that she
could feel the texture of his tongue against the ridges of her vaginal
walls.
 
And that feeling heightened her
desire, and lifted her body higher, and made him want her even more.
 

And
he had her.
 
He ate her until she was in
tears from the intensity.
 
He ate her
until she had arched and moved and squirmed so far away that they were now
across the landing, against the wall.
 
And he was still eating the shit out of her.

His
dick was so hard that it felt like steel between his legs.
 
And he wanted her in full.
 
He found the strength to lift her, and carry
her to the bedroom, where he sat her on the edge of the bed and quickly began to
undress.

She
rubbed his penis as it was still zipped-up inside his pants.
 
But it was so long, and so thick, and so hard
that it had a definition all its own.
 
A
rod, a pipe, a joystick so big she could hardly wait to feel it inside of
her.
 
This was the stuff of her
dreams.
 
His dick was like dope to her
now.
 
She had to have it in the worse
way.

Sal
wanted her in an even worse way.
 
He
craved her pussy.
 
Many nights, when he
was on the road and unable to be with her, he would cum at just the thought of
how it felt to be inside of her.
 
And
now, as he pulled down his pants and that thick rod of a penis revealed itself,
neither one of them had to dream any longer.
 
The dream was here.
 
And when he
moved up to her, and placed that dream in her mouth, daring her to suck the
shit out of it, she succumbed.
 
She
licked him and sucked him and bit his most sensitive ridge.
 
She sucked him so hard that he began to
hyperventilate.
 
His pre-cum flowed.
 
And he couldn’t bare it any longer.

He
pulled out of her mouth, moved her up on the bed, and pushed his dick into her
pussy with one hard drive.
 

“
Sal
,” she said in a voice no louder than
a whisper, but it nearly broke his eardrums with its passion.
 
She was holding onto the bedding, fighting
the feeling that was consuming her, as he began to fuck her with the kind of
thrusts that had no rhythm.
 
He went
hard, he went easy.
 
He went fast, he
went faster, and then slow.
 
He went in
and stayed.
 
He pulled out, and quickly
went in again.
 
And every time he was
hitting her right where she needed it most.
 
He was on target the entire time.
 

But that
was just the warmup.
 
That was just the
opening act.
 
Because eventually, when
the target was too much, he found a rhythm.
 
He moved onto his back, laid her naked body on top of his, and began
hugging her and fucking her as if his dick was an instrument specifically
designed for her pleasure.
 
He rubbed her
back, and massaged her ass, and fucked her so long, and so hard that she was
cumming in waves.
 
A small one.
 
A big one.
 
And a bigger one still.
 
She was
trying to pull away from him, to ease the intensity, but he held her tighter
and fucked her harder and made her scream with the joy of what it meant to have
sex with the one you loved.
 
And she
loved Sal Gabrini.
 
She loved every
loving inch of him.

He
gave her every inch too.
 
He was so deep
inside of her that he wondered if he was hurting her.
 
But by the way she was responding, and the
way she took his face in her hands and started kissing him, he knew he was
doing her just right.
 
He was giving her
the best he had, and she was enjoying it.

When he
came, and when she came after his heat shot inside of her and shot her off
again, they both let out a loud exhale as the feelings began to roll over into
even stronger feelings.
 
They couldn’t
stop cumming.
 
They couldn’t ease the
sensations.
 
Sal’s dick kept stroking her
and she kept responding to his every stroke.
 
Until finally, after minute upon minute of cum, they finally lost all
energy.
 

Sal
first, and then Gemma collapsed.
 
It felt
like more than just a homecoming.
 
It
felt like more than just a coupling.
 
It
felt like life to them.
 
Like happiness.
Like finally finding gold in a mountain of rocks, and knowing exactly how
valuable it was.