Reno and Trina: In the Shadows of Love, Book 12

by Mallory Monroe

  But when he tried to ease up, she wasn’t having it. “Go hard then,” she said to him, enjoying every second of his mouth.

  And then Reno, without unbuttoning or unzipping her pants, pulled them down, along with her panties, until they were off of her body. He continued to suck her breasts hard, as he opened her legs. He placed his digits into her pussy and started massaging her as he sucked her. She could feel his erection against her stomach get harder and harder as he massaged her, and as he felt her wetness cover his fingers.

  Then he moved her onto her back, got down between her legs, and his tongue did the rest. She sighed in joy as his tongue licked her as if he was licking something beyond special. It was all a slow, long lick that felt like a sweet, hot burn. Reno was scorching her with every lick. She opened her legs wider, lifted her body even closer to his mouth, and ran her fingers through his wet hair. She was loving her some Reno. She was loving the masterful way he did her. Until he did her too well. Until he mastered her too much. And she came. Right in his mouth. Her body started wiggling and her vagina started having spasms, as she lifted up and down and moved around to handle the feelings. And Reno’s tongue kept flicking her clit.

  But in the middle of her cum, Reno got on his knees, pulled her body closer to him, and shoved his dick inside of her with a push that nearly took her breath away. And a cum she didn’t think could be any more intense, became even more heightened that it had her trying to get away from him. It was too intense. But Reno was fucking her full-force now, and kept pulling her back in.

  Trina’s cum continued to apex as Reno fucked her. He watched her with such love and affection that he thought he was going to cry himself. He loved being inside of her. He loved feeling the familiar tightness of her vagina and the way she hugged his penis with every spasm her body produced. And she was still cumming. He was making it his promise to make her continue to cum until he caught up with her. He knew how to hang. His hang time was great. But all he wanted right now was to fill her up. He wanted to pour into her until he was pouring out of her.

  And he did. He released a torrential flood into her pussy that caught even him by surprise. He had to lean down and grab her, as the sensations overwhelmed him, and he continued to pound into her. “Tree,” was all he could say as he pumped and poured and fucked her hard. “Tree!”

  It took several more minutes, and a lot more pounding, before they finally felt the last of their cum. Reno laid on top of her as heavy as dead weight, but Trina didn’t mind. He wasn’t heavy to her at all. He was her man. A man with more problems than a Trigonometry book. But even with all of his issues, and his history, being his wife, his one and his only, still made her feel as if she was the most fortunate woman in the world. There were ladies out there who would give their right arm to be Reno’s woman. She knew it when she was a waitress trying to make it and he chose her above all others, and she still knew it now. She wrapped him into her arms, and held on too.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Hey, Ma.” Jimmy and Val were seated at the kitchen table, with Dommi and Sophia beside them. They were all eating dinner when Trina, in a bathrobe, walked in.

  “What are you guys eating?” She looked over Jimmy’s shoulder.

  “Omelet, what else?” Jimmy responded.

  Val looked at him. “What do you mean what else? I cook many different dishes all the time.”

  “You cook lots of food,” Dommi said.

  “Tell him, baby,” Val said to Dommi. “I cook lots of food.”

  Jimmy looked at Trina and shook his head. “Don’t believe it, Ma. Eggs are her specialty.” Jimmy lifted his fork filled with yolk. “Messy, runny eggs.”

  Trina smiled. Although Jimmy was her stepson, the fact that he was biracial just like Dommi and Sophia made most people assume she was his biological mother. She never disputed it. “Thanks for feeding my children, Val,” she said, as she headed for the refrigerator. “You’re a good girl.”

  “Thanks, Ma. I’m glad somebody appreciates me.” She gave her husband a playful jab. “Oh, and I made two extra omelets for you and Mr. Gabrini,” Val added. “They’re in the microwave.”

  “Thanks, baby,” Trina said. She was hungry. She made a beeline for the microwave.

  “Where were you all this time?” Jimmy asked Trina.

  “With your father,” Trina said as she opened the microwave door, and pulled out one of the two plates.

  “What were you doing with my father?” Jimmy asked mischievously. Val elbowed him.

  “They were doing what they always do,” Dommi said, to the shock of everybody except Sophia. Sophie was too busy enjoying her meal.

  “And what do they always do, little man?” Jimmy asked him.

  “What they always do together,” Dommi said. “They make noises.”

  Jimmy started laughing so hard he had to bend over.

  Trina looked at Dommi. “You talk too much, little boy,” Trina said to him. “What do you know about it?” It was no laughing matter to her.

  “I know you and Daddy make a lot of noises.”

  “What kind of noises?” Jimmy asked him.

  “Never mind that,” Trina said.

  “Loud noises,” Dommi responded to Jimmy. “They play a lot together. Like when I’m with my friends at school. Loud noises like that.”

  “Oh,” Trina said, feeling better that she wasn’t turning her little boy into some pervert. “Right. Play noises.” She made a mental note to remind Reno about creating a way to close off the entire wing whenever they were “playing together.”

  Just as she stood at the center island and began eating one of the two omelets, Reno came into the kitchen. Unlike Trina, he was dressed. Only he wore a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt. But as soon as he entered, Dommi, and then Sophie, ran to him. They hadn’t seen their father all day.

  “Daddy!” Dommi said, and Reno lifted him into his arms.

  “There’s my son!” he said.

  “Daddy!” Sophia said, following Dommi. Reno lifted her into his arms as well.

  “There’s my baby!” he said.

  “This my daddy,” Dommi said, as if to remind Sophia that he was the true special one.

  “This my daddy,” Sophia said, copying Dommi.

  “He was my daddy first,” Dommi responded.

  “He was my daddy first,” Sophia copied.

  “No, he wasn’t,” Dommi said. “Jimmy said you was still in Mommy’s oven when I was already cooked and seasoned with salt and pepper!”

  “Lord,” Trina said, shaking her head. Jimmy and Val laughed.

  Reno, carrying both of them back to the island, shook his head too. “Leave it to Beaver,” he said of his little boy.

  “They don’t cook a boy,” Sophia said. “Do they, Daddy?”

  “Not usually,” Reno responded. “But when it comes to my boy---”

  “Reno!” Trina warned.

  Reno smiled. “No, baby, they don’t cook little boys,” he said. “Not even mine.”

  He sat them both back down at the table. Only he sat them in the wrong seats. Dommi handled that. He took his plate from in front of his baby sister and placed it back in front of him. But he shoved her plate out of his way entirely. Sophia began to cry.

  “Don’t cry, Lexie,” Reno said, kissing her on her forehead. Lexie was his nickname for her. He pushed her plate in front of her and then he looked at Dommi. “Keep on,” he warned him.

  Dommi, afraid, immediately tried to help feed his sister.

  “Hey, Dad,” Jimmy said. Then he smiled and looked at Dommi. “That’s my daddy,” he said.

  “Don’t get him started again,” Trina said, and Jimmy laughed.

  Reno stood behind Trina, resting his hands on her waist, and looked at the omelet she was eating. “Eggs?” He frowned. “Who in the hell cooked eggs for dinner?”

  Val blushed to the roots of her hair. Jimmy saw it and looked at his father. “My wife cooked eggs for dinner,” he said. “You’ve got a problem wit
h that?”

  Reno glanced at Val. He knew how terrified she still was of him. “I don’t have a problem,” he said.

  Jimmy continued. “She was just trying to feed your children while you were off, quote-unqote, ‘playing’ with Mom.”

  Reno frowned. “What are you talking? I don’t play with my wife.”

  But Trina looked at him and shook her head. “I’ll explain later,” she said. Then she lifted her fork to his mouth. He ate a heaping helping of the omelet. But when he ate it and didn’t comment, she ribbed him.

  “Oh, it’s good, Val,” he quickly said. “The best pile of shit, I mean eggs, I’ve ever eaten.”

  Jimmy couldn’t believe him. He looked at his father.

  “I mean eggs,” Reno said. “I meant eggs!”

  Jimmy shook his head. “You are terrible at going along to get along, you know that?”

  The intercom sounded.

  “What are you talking?” Reno asked. “I gave her a compliment.”

  “Backhanded if ever there was one,” Jimmy responded.

  “It’s okay, Jimmy,” Val said.

  “No, it’s not okay. He called your wonderful meal a pile of shit.”

  “He didn’t mean that, and you know it,” Trina said.

  “No, now, Mom. You can’t let him get away with that.”

  “I’m not letting him get away with anything. You weren’t bragging about those eggs either, until Reno showed up.”

  “That is so true,” Val said with a laugh as the intercom sounded again. “So don’t even try it, Jimmy.”

  “What did I do?” Jimmy asked.

  Reno walked over to the intercom on the kitchen wall and pressed the button. “Yeah?” Reno said into the speaker.

  “Your guests have arrived, sir.”

  Trina looked at Reno. He closed his eyes and exhaled. “I’ll be there,” he said into the intercom, and then released the button.

  “What guests?” Trina asked him.

  Reno didn’t even want to discuss it. “Guests,” he said, and began heading out of the kitchen.

  “Aren’t you going to eat something first?”

  “No,” he responded, and left.

  “Can I go with Daddy?” Dommi asked Trina.

  Since Trina was reasonably certain Reno wouldn’t let her go with him at this point, she shook her head. “Maybe next time, baby,” she said to her son. And then she looked after her husband. Her only prayer was that, whoever wanted a favor from him, and she was certain, given his mood, that it was those kind of guests, he told them no.

  In the beginning he wasn’t going to tell them anything, he decided, as he entered his suite of offices. His staff was enormous, and every one were busy, except for the three men who sat like soldiers against the wall. Palameri, Parks, and Balentino. Three men he knew for years. They stood to their feet when he entered the suite.

  “Hey, Reno, how you doing?” Balentino had a grand smile on his face, as did the other two. But they weren’t friends and Reno knew it. They were mere acquaintances who desperately needed his help, or they wouldn’t be there. And he was not the kind of man to play those kind of games.

  “Hold my calls, Peg,” he said to his secretary as he walked pass the men and headed for his office.

  The three men looked at each other, with that I told you he was an asshole look on their fat, white faces. But they didn’t hesitate. They followed him into his opulent office.

  He wore jeans, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes, which annoyed them even more. He was treating them as if they were a nuisance and not worth treating as fellow businessmen. As if they were interrupting his life when their very lives were hanging in the balance. But he was all they had. They continued to smile and were going to continue to play the game. They needed him.

  But Reno let them do the talking. He needed more information first. He had a gut feeling about it, and he took under advisement what Sinatra said about Provensano, but he needed to hear what they had to say. And they talked their hearts out.

  They sat in front of his massive desk with solemn looks on their faces. They told of all the territory they had already lost. They told of all the revenue that had been snatched from their coffers. They were headed for financial ruin, they told Reno. They needed him.

  “To do what?” he finally asked them.

  They looked at each other. They’d already told him what. They’d told him what a hundred different ways. But they knew he was that kind of asshole. He would help, but not before he made you beg. “We need you to stop Provensano,” Palameri said. “He’s going to ruin us if he keeps taking our territory. We’ll have nothing left!”

  Reno stared at Palameri. He was the ring leader. He was the one driving this train. “Why is he taking it?” he asked him. “From what I’ve heard, taking territory isn’t Provensano’s style.”

  “People change, Reno. It’s desperate times out here. People are taking what they need.”

  “Why is he bothering you guys? No offense, but why would he box down like this?”

  “Because he’s a fucking lunatic!” Parks said. “Why are you asking us all of these questions?”

  Parks’ comment offended Reno greatly. “You come to me for help, to put my reputation on the line to help you guys, and you don’t expect me to want answers first?”

  “Answers, answers,” Palameri said. “What’s to know? There’s nothing to know. Provensano is trying to muscle us out of our areas and we need a heavy weight to muscle him back. We need your muscle, Reno. We wouldn’t be here if there was another way.”

  “What did he do to you?” Reno asked Palameri.

  “What are you talking about? This shit ain’t personal! It’s all of us involved in this.”

  Reno stared at Palameri. “What did he do to you?” he asked again.

  “He didn’t do anything to me! What’s with you? Why are you trying to make this out of what it’s not? We need your help. You can help us with the lift of a finger. Why are you acting like this?”

  It used to be automatic for Reno. He didn’t like bullies and if anybody bullied the little guys, they always ran to Reno Gabrini because they knew he would help them. He sat there and looked at those assholes treat him as if he was some punk for wanting simple answers, as if his help didn’t come at an enormous price to himself and his family, and he had a different feeling. Because Trina was on his mind. Because just before these losers came to see him, she was crying in his arms. His actions were taking an emotional toll on her now. It was getting to be too much.

  She understood how he lived his life, and there were going to be many times in the future when she wasn’t going to like the risks he took. She understood that. But she didn’t have to change. He did. And that was why, going forward, the men he helped were going to have to deserve his help. Being bullied wasn’t going to be enough.

  Reno stood up. “I can’t help you,” he said.

  The three men stood up too. “How can you turn us down?” Palameri was shocked. “We just tossed our very soul out to you, and you tossed it back? What are you afraid of?”

  Even the other two men looked at Palameri. Then they looked at Reno as Reno’s jaw tightened. But he wasn’t getting in any balls-squeezing contest with this prick. “Get out,” he said.

  Parks tried to pull Palameri along with them, but Palameri jerked away from him. “You used to be the shit, Reno,” he said. “Men used to fear you with a trembling fear. What happened to that man? Why is he running around like some hen?”

  Reno began walking from behind his desk.

  “Palmie, come on,” Parks said. He was terrified for his friend.

  But Palameri wasn’t thinking about anybody else. His eyes were on Reno. “I used to look up to you like that too. Reno looked out for the little guy. We could always count on Reno. Shit, he’s the most powerful man in Vegas, even that magazine said so. Why wouldn’t we look up to a man like that? Now look at you. Caught jungle fever and became a patsy.”

  Reno was i
n his face now, and Palameri stood his ground. The other two men quickly backed away. But Palameri needed Reno’s help far more than the other two men did. He was out the most by Provensano’s moves. He stood his ground. Reno had to respect a man who stood his ground.

  But instead of respecting the man who just called him a patsy, Reno took his hand, placed it on the back of the man’s neck, and then shoved his face down onto the desk so hard that it immediately gashed and drew blood. And Reno showed no mercy. He continued to pound Palameri’s face into the desk. “This patsy,” he said, “told you to get your ass out of his office. This patsy,” he continued to pound, “is not going to tell you again.” He lifted Palameri’s bloody head up once and for all. “Now get the fuck out of my life and stay the fuck out.” Reno tossed him toward his buddies. “Before I really kick your ass,” he added.

  The other two corralled Palameri as they hurried out of Reno’s office. Palameri looked back at him, with an eye already nearly swollen shut, but he quickly looked away. He had forgotten who he was talking to. He had forgotten who he was dealing with.

  And when the door closed shut, Reno ran his hands through his already messy hair and exhaled. This shit was taking a toll on him too.

  He went to his adjoining bathroom, grabbed a towel, and cleaned up the blood stains from his desk. Then he went back into the bathroom, tossed the towel in the waste basket, and washed his hands. Then he walked back behind his desk, and plopped down. He was too emotionally spent to work. He pressed his intercom button, and asked for Quinn to come in. She was in his office in seconds.

  “Yes, sir?” she asked, hurrying to his desk. She had seen the state of one of the men who had just left the office. She wanted to know what had happened too.

  But Reno wasn’t sharing his personal business with her. He wanted to know about the cops. “Are they still upstairs, or have they cleared out?” he asked.

  “They’re gone,” Quinn said. “Mr. Sinatra, of course, was moved to a different room while the police cordoned off that area.”

  “Any complaints from Sinatra?”

  “No, sir. None.”