Reno and Son: Don't Mess with Jim (The Mob Boss Series) (10 page)

 
And
he had it.
 
He licked her with those
long, slow licks he’d long since mastered.
 
He kissed her and sucked her.
 
He
tongued her clit and then slipped that same tongue between her folds, slicing
inside of her.
 
He made her nearly cum
with every lick.
 
He made her feel as if
her pussy was the last haven on earth, and he was desperate for shelter,
whenever he sucked her.
 
He licked and
sucked and ate until she was so swollen with his love that she came.
 
Right then and there.
 
She arched her back and pushed her pussy so
far up in his face that he bit her and took her completely over.
 

But that still wasn’t enough for Reno.
 
He pulled open her folds as wide as possible,
to get the full angle, as he continued to do her.
 
She was having spasms now, as he did her, and
he refused to relent.
 
He was madly in
love with Katrina Gabrini, and it was the kind of love that didn’t make him
want to prove any points to her.
 
It made
him want to love her with more care, with more passion, with more love than
ever before.
 
And that was why, every
time he so much as thought about her pussy, he wanted to set it on fire with
his branding, and his love.

Trina was already on fire by the time he
finally moved his body up and placed her feet on his thighs.
 
She was so red, and so swollen, and so wet
between the legs that by the time he guided his penis to her point of entry and
shoved it inside of her, she felt an even greater pleasure.
 
He entered her in the midst of her cum and it
took her to another world.
 
She started
squeezing his shoulders, his back, his hair, with her nails scratching him all
over, as the feelings kept intensifying.
 
She knew it was crazy, but Reno seemed to grow bigger every time he
fucked her.
  
And she didn’t mean in a
negligible way either.
 
“You feel
bigger,” she found herself saying in a breathless, lustful voice, as he fucked
her.

But Reno saw it a different way.
 
“You feel smaller,” he said, just as
breathlessly, as he drove further and further inside of her.
 
Her tightness had him feeling so squeezed
that he actually thought he was going to have a premature ejaculation,
something he’d never had with Trina.
 
But
as soon as he began stroking fiercer, and the sensations caused her to clasp
her vaginal muscles even tighter around his fully expanded rod, his body
betrayed him.
 
He thought about how much
he loved her, and loved the feel of her, and loved her fragrance and her
gorgeous face and her beautiful eyes and everything about her, and he couldn’t
help himself.
 
He came.
 
He poured into her as if he was water in a
spring.
 
He couldn’t stop pouring.
 
Reno Gabrini, the man who had legendary
stamina, just like that, for this one moment, became a two-minute man.

He pulled her in his arms and held her, as
he poured into her.
 
For a man like Reno,
who wasn’t accustomed to this, it bothered him.
 
The first mistake he made was to go so far with his oral that it forced
her to cum at that point, rather than at the point of his entry.
 
She was so engrossed in her cum that by the
time he entered her, she had no choice but to tighten around him.
 
He lost total control at that point.
 
Now he was holding her, as his dick continued
to throb and pour.
 

He felt a little embarrassed, he’d admit
it, but when he looked into Trina’s eyes, and saw nothing but satisfaction, and
love, and her own brand of sensuality, his embarrassment completely
disappeared.

She placed her hands on the side of his
handsome face.
 
“That’s what you get,”
she said, “when you try to do your wife on two hours sleep.”

He smiled too.
 
She wasn’t lying.
 
The drain, both physical and emotional, was
beginning to take its toll.
 

“You just got home,” she continued.
 
“And you could barely sleep even after you
got in bed.
 
You handled your business,
you looked out for your son, now you have got to look out for yourself.
 
You had no business getting up this soon,
taking a shower, and fucking anybody, especially a queen like me, as tired as
you have got to be.”

Reno smiled.
 
He loved how Trina could joke and be serious
all at the same time.

“I want you to clean yourself off, get back
in this bed, and sleep the day away, Reno.
 
I’ll stay around the PaLargio today.
 
Anything comes up, I’ll handle it.
 
But only if you promise me you’ll stay in bed and rest.
 
Deal?”

Reno stared at her.
 
No way was he going to stay in bed all day
long, but he could at least try for half a day.
 
“Deal,” he said to his wife, so very pleased to have her as his wife,
and then he gave her another kiss.
 

Val stopped her BMW in front of her
father’s storefront building.
 
Wellstone Realty
was written in bold,
semicircle letterings across the plate-glass window.
 
She grabbed her briefcase from off of the
passenger seat, got out, and entered the one-story building.
 

“Well hello there,” the receptionist said
as soon as she entered.

“Hey.
 
Any messages for me?”

“Several.
 
I put them on your desk.
 
And a
couple of clients came by the office.
 
They left messages as well.”

“Those are on my desk too?”

“They are.”

“Good enough,” Val said and walked out of
the tiny waiting room and through a door that led to the two offices: hers and
her father’s.
 

Since her father’s office was at the end of
the hall, she decided to go to her own office first, pour herself a cup of
coffee, sit down, and pull up her computer screen.
 
But within seconds of her perusing any new listings,
her father walked in and slapped a newspaper on her desk.

She looked at the headline:
James Gabrini, son of casino owner Reno
Gabrini, arrested last night
.
 
She
looked at her father.
 
“Good morning,”
she said.

Buddy Wellstone, a tall black man with an
attractive face, wasn’t in the mood for any small talk.
 
“Good afternoon,” he said.
 
“It’s after one p.m. and you just decide to
come to work?”
 
He pointed to the
newspaper.
 
“He was arrested, Val.
 
Jimmy was arrested last night.”

“I know.”

“What was that about?”

“A guy at a bar slapped me, and Jimmy
defended me.”

“I understand that.
 
That’s mentioned here too.
 
But they said Jimmy beat that man nearly to
death.”

“Did you read the entire article?”

“Yes, I read it in its entirety.
 
I read it.”

“Then I’m sure you saw where no charges
were filed against him, and that they had a lack of evidence.”

“Or his father had some strong-arm
tactics,” Buddy said, “as this article also suggests.
 
I mean, what kind of people are these,
Val?”
 

Buddy put on his glasses and picked the
newspaper back up, to quote a section of the story.
 
“It says here,” he said, “that, and I quote,
‘James Gabrini is the eldest son of casino owner and reputed mob boss Dominic
“Reno” Gabrini.’”
 
He removed his glasses
and looked at his daughter.
 
“A mob
boss?
 
You’re dating the son of a
gangster?”

“You knew going in the reputation Mr.
Gabrini had, Daddy.”

“I knew going in that he owned a casino and
people like that can be a little shady.
 
But I never took him to be an out-and-out criminal!”

“He’s not a criminal.”

“How do you know?
 
Because Jimmy told you?”

“Because he’s not!
 
Nobody had to tell me.”

“Then why would they call him a reputed
mobster if he has no such ties, Val?
 
Tell me that!”

Val didn’t say anything.

But her father had plenty to say.
 
“When I first met Jimmy, I admit I was
pleased with your choice.
 
He was a
smart, attractive young man seemingly with a good head on his shoulders.
 
When you told me he was half-Italian, I could
live with that too.
 
Even when you told
me his father owned the PaLargio, I didn’t question it or disqualify him, even
though I had some concerns.
 
But this
right here, all of this talk of the Mafia and kingpins?”
 
He shook his head.
 
“No, Val.
 
This is scary.”

“Mr. Gabrini isn’t in the mob, Dad,” Val
tried to impress it upon her father.

“But how do you know that?
 
Why would they say he’s alleged to be a
mobster if he’s not in the mob?”

“Mr. Gabrini’s father was involved in some
activity like that years ago, before he died.
 
But Mr. Gabrini wasn’t involved in that at all.”

“Oh, come now, child.
 
You don’t believe that.”

“I do believe it,” Val said firmly.
 
Then she added, with pain in her eyes:
 
“I have to.”

Buddy’s heart dropped when he saw those
tears.
 
Because he was no fool.
 
He knew her relationship with Jimmy was
getting serious.
 
He knew that she loved
Jimmy and was probably already at the point of no return.
 
But he also knew he had to be sure before he
could ever give his blessings to this.

He prided himself in staying out of his
daughter’s business.
 
She was a smart,
level-headed girl and he treated her that way.
 
He never asked to meet his parents, because he didn’t want to meet
them.
 
Not until he put a ring on her
finger.
 
But this was different.
 
Mob connections? Mafia ties?
 
His deceased father was once a mob boss
too?
 
This was different.

“Invite them to our church,” Buddy ordered
his daughter.
 
“And not just Jimmy.
 
Invite his parents too.”

But Val didn’t understand.
 
“To church?
 
But we’re Pentecostals!
 
I think
they’re Catholics, Dad.”

“I don’t care what they are.
 
Invite them to our church this coming
Sunday.”

Val didn’t like the idea one bit.
 
“But if you want to meet his parents, why
don’t I set up a dinner date?”

“No,” Buddy said.
 
“You can’t learn anything about a person by
eating dinner with them, especially if that person is some slickster who knows
how to con his way through a set up like that.
 
I want to meet him on my turf, with our pastor by my side.
 
Because my pastor knows what to look
for.
 
He’ll be able to take the full
measure of this man Gabrini and tell me if we should embrace him the way you
think we should, or if we should get as far away from him and his boy as our
feet can carry us.
 
You set it up,” he
ordered his daughter.

But Val knew Reno wouldn’t like it.
 
This would be going too far.
 
Yet a part of her agreed with her
father.
 
She trusted his judgment above
any human being alive.
 
She wanted him to
take the measure of Reno Gabrini.
 
After
last night and Reno’s harshness toward her, she wanted it almost as badly as
her father did.
 
But she didn’t want a
middle man involved.
 
No pastor, just her
father.

“Go to his turf,” she suggested, even
though she knew that wouldn’t be exactly ideal either.
 
“Go unannounced to the PaLargio.
 
He won’t have time to, as you put it,
con
his way through.”

Buddy stared at his daughter.
 
That could work too, he thought.
 
“Okay,” he said.
 
“Let’s go then.”

Val stared at him.
 
“Let’s go?
 
You mean now?”