And he did. Trina was having a heavy orgasm within minutes of their coupling. So heavy that her legs became wobbly and she had to hold onto the bedpost as she came.
But Reno was still fucking hard. He wasn’t letting her off that easily. He was determined that she was going to cum again, with him, before he was through with her.
And he was right. Because as soon as Reno broke through and began pouring into her, Trina broke down again and came right along with him. She leaned further over, as he poured into her, but that only gave him more access and more heightened feelings, and he couldn’t stop stroking her. He was moaning and groaning and gyrating his hips like the pro he was. He put a hurting on her.
Their cum was long-lasting, and intense, but every good thing had to come to an end. Reno kept fucking her, but he was poured out. Trina was full. And that meeting, the other meeting, was still on their plate.
Afterwards, they showered together, but Trina, who had showered not half-an-hour earlier, showered quickly, just to rinse off. But Reno was in and out of the shower just as fast as she was.
“How much are they willing to invest?” Trina asked as they both dried off.
“They haven’t said yet.”
“Another PaLargio in Japan. That could be interesting. But it could stretch us thin too. Just make sure you run it by me before you sign on the dotted line.”
“Yes, mother,” Reno said, looking at her naked form, “but I’d rather run my dick along that dotted line between your ass cheeks again.” Then he reached over and squeezed her tight ass.
Trina smiled. Reno would fuck day and night if she allowed it. “Just get dressed,” she said as she began heading out of the bathroom. “You’ve been warned!”
He slapped her butt, hard, with his towel, as she walked away. “You’ve been warned!” he yelled.
But Trina, not to be outdone, turned around and slapped his naked butt hard with her towel too. He playfully charged at her. She screamed, because most times Reno followed through with his threats, even playful ones, and ran out of the room.
Reno laughed. “Your ass better run!” he yelled after her.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Uncle Sal!” Sophia ran to Sal Gabrini. Sophia was with her brothers and her mother as they walked out of the lobby of the PaLargio just as Sal was getting out of his Bugatti.
Sal happily lifted Sophia up into his big, muscle-tight arms. He loved Reno children’s as if they were his own. “Geez, girl, you’re heavy,” he said as he lifted her. “Either that or I’m getting too old!”
Sophia smiled. “You’re not old, Uncle Sal,” she said. “I’m big for my age.”
Actually, she was small for her age, but Sal wasn’t about to rain on her parade. But Dommi, on the other hand!
“Hey, mister man,” he said as he stood Sophie back on her own two feet. “What’s your problem?” Dommi usually ran and gave his uncle a hug, too. But not this time.
“That’s kid’s stuff,” Dommi said. “I’m a grown-ass man now.”
Trina slapped him upside his head. “Watch your mouth, boy,” she said.
Dommi, embarrassed, looked at the grinning valets that waited around the valet station. When they saw Dommi looking, however, they wiped those smiles off of their faces. Dommi was just a kid, but he could beat their asses and they knew it.
“Don’t mind him, Sal,” Trina said as she and Sal kissed on the lips. “He turned thirteen and think that means something now.”
“A fucking teenager,” Sal said with a grin. “It means you’re in the real shit world now. That’s all that means. Shit!”
Trina and Jimmy laughed. “Hey, Uncle Sal,” Jimmy said, and they half-hugged, half-shook hands. “How you doing?”
“I’m good, Jim. My brother tells me you’re taking the corporate world by storm. He says you’re working your ass off. Keep up the good work.”
“I will, thanks,” Jimmy said. Sal was the one who recommended Jimmy to Tommy Gabrini. Dapper Tom acted on that recommendation and took Jimmy under his corporate wings. Jimmy was excelling beyond any of their expectations.
“What the hell?” Trina asked.
Sal and Jimmy looked at her, and then looked where she was looking. And that was when they saw it. Five police cars, followed by three unmarked cars, made their way onto PaLargio property, under the portico just behind Sal’s Bugatti.
The sergeant got out of the passenger side of the first car, and his officers got out and hurried up behind him in a show of force that concerned even seasoned Sal. What the fuck was going on, he wondered.
Trina more than wondered about it. She moved up in front of Sal. “May I help you, officers?” she asked.
The sergeant knew every Gabrini by sight. “Mrs. Gabrini?” he asked.
“That’s right.”
“We have a warrant for an arrest, ma’am.”
“An arrest? For whom? A guest here at the PaLargio?”
“No ma’am,” said the sergeant. His officers knew he was inwardly gleeful, but he kept it professional to their faces. “We have an arrest warrant for Dominic Gabrini.”
“For Reno?” Sal asked, moving in front of Trina. “What the fuck you’re arresting Reno Gabrini for?”
“Junior,” the sergeant said. “We have a warrant for the arrest of Dominic Gabrini, Junior.”
It seemed as if their world lost meaning. Jimmy frowned. Sal frowned. Trina knew better than that! “Dommi? You have a warrant to arrest my son?”
Even Dommi was shocked. “Me? You’re here to arrest me?” Sal immediately moved in front of Dommi, and Jimmy grabbed Sophia’s hand.
But for Trina, there could only be one explanation. Dommi had had a fight at his new school. That had to be the reason! “But that officer said they weren’t going to press charges,” she said. “Dommi was defending his sister. They didn’t press charges!”
The sergeant knew what she was talking about, but he was shaking his head. “No, ma’am, it’s not about that.”
“Then what the fuck is it about?” she asked.
The other officers were surprised by her saltiness. But not the sergeant. He’d dealt with her before. “We have a warrant to arrest Dominic Gabrini, Junior, for the murder of Alfred “Pump” Futarda.”
Sal couldn’t believe it. “What? You’re arresting Dommi for the murder of Pump? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
But Trina was too stunned to speak. Even the valets, who wouldn’t put much past Dommi, never dreamed he’d go that low. They were stunned too. One of them, worried what might transpire, ran to get Security.
But the sergeant had a job to do, and he aimed to do it. He was glad that Reno Gabrini wasn’t out front, too, to put up resistance, but he knew it would only be a matter of time. They had to move quickly.
He gave the okay, and two of the officers hurried over to Dommi.
But Sal, who had moved in front of Dommi, wouldn’t let them near him. “Over my dead body,” he said angrily. “Motherfuckers! Over my dead body!”
“You’re going downtown, too, Mr. Gabrini,” the sergeant said before the situation got out of hand, “if you interfere with the performance of our duty.”
“Fuck your duty!” Sal yelled. “This is Reno Gabrini’s son. You aren’t arresting Reno Gabrini’s son, do you realize who that is? You aren’t arresting his son!”
“Watch us,” the sergeant said as two additional officers moved around Sal while the first two attempted to subdue him.
But then they had Trina to contend with. “Don’t you touch my child!” she yelled as she grabbed one of the officers too. It was quickly devolving into pandemonium.
Security ran out of the PaLargio in force, with Stef Siranno, the PaLargio’s senior security chief, leading the charge.
But by the time they ran out there, three officers had restrained Sal, while two more had restrained Trina, two were holding Jimmy back, and one was putting Dommi in handcuffs.
“You have the right to remain silent,” he said as he cuff
ed him.
Stef, who knew the cops very well, hurried to the sergeant as Trina and Sal fought to break free. “That’s Mrs. Reno Gabrini your men are handling,” he said anxiously to him. “That’s Reno Gabrini’s wife!”
“I know who she is. But she can’t interfere with the performance of our duty!”
“Let me see the warrant,” Stef said anxiously.
The sergeant, who knew the chief as well, showed him the warrant.
When Stef realized it was legitimate, he exhaled. “It’s legit,” he said to Sal and Trina. “They have a right to take him downtown.”
Sal broke away from his two captors and pulled Trina away from hers. And they both knew it was no use. Dommi was going down.
“Don’t say shit to them,” Trina yelled to her son.
“Yes, ma’am.” Dommi wasn’t showing his nervousness, but he was plenty nervous.
“Keep your trap shut,” Sal added. “Or I’ll shut that trap myself!”
“Yes, sir,” Dommi said.
“And hey!” Sal yelled to the officers placing Dommi in their patrol car. They looked at him. “No accidents. No bruises. No bumps. No excuses. He’d better come back to us the way he’s going with you.”
The officers looked at Sal Gabrini, who they all knew was major mob, and they looked at their sergeant. Maybe being a part of this bust wasn’t such a great idea after all! But the sergeant nodded for them to keep going, and they placed Dommi in the back of their car.
Trina’s Mercedes was already parked and waiting as she was expected to leave for her clothing store by eight, and she broke away from Sal.
“Where are you going?” he asked her.
“Call the lawyers,” Trina said. “Call Gemma too. I’m following their asses to the station!”
“I’ll tell Dad,” Jimmy yelled after her, as he held onto Sophia, but all Trina could think about was following that patrol car. She could not let Dommi out of her sight! And as soon as the patrol car pulled off, she was in her Mercedes and right behind it. She was keeping her eyes on her boy.
Jimmy was about to head back into the PaLargio, but Sal stopped him. “I’ll tell your father,” he said. “I need you to get to my house.”
Jimmy was confused. “To your house? At a time like this?”
“Go now. Take Sophie with you. Keep her away from this shit. You stay at my house with Lucky and Soph and tell my wife to get downtown. And call your father’s lawyers. Tell them to get down there too. I’ll get your father and we’ll head that way. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Yes, sir.”
Then Sal hurried into the lobby, and ran for the elevators.
But Sophie had already been exposed enough. She was already worried sick. “Is Dominic going to be alright?” she asked her big brother.
Jimmy tried to smile for her sake. “When is Dommi never alright? He’ll be fine!”
But as they headed for Jimmy’s car, and as he pulled out his phone to call his father’s attorneys, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. That those cops had something big, or they would not have pulled a stunt like this.
But worrying was not his job right now. Protecting his baby sister was. “He’ll be just fine,” he reassured Sophie. “Don’t you worry about Dommi. He’ll be fine. Mom and Dad and Uncle Sal will see to that. Right?”
Sophia still was distressed. Dommi gave her heartburn most days. But there was nobody closer to her on the face of this earth. He was her best friend. Her protector. The person she knew was going to have her back no matter what. But now the police had him. She couldn’t kid herself: she was frightened.
But to appease Jimmy, who worried even more than she did, she nodded. “Right,” she said, although her big hazel eyes, round with worry, said something entirely different.
CHAPTER SIX
Gemma opened her eyes. She thought she heard a noise. Was Sal back with Dom and Soph already? What time was it?
She reached over for her cellphone on her nightstand to see what time it was. But as she was reaching, she heard what sounded like the crash of a vase downstairs.
“Sal?”
When she didn’t get a response, she sat up in bed and quickly grabbed her cellphone. She checked the security monitors in and around their home. When she saw that every one of the monitors had gone to black screens, her heart dropped. Now she knew something was wrong!
Still in her pajamas, and with Lucky still asleep beside her, she threw the covers off of her and jumped out of bed. She ran to the bedroom door. As soon as she did, she could hear footsteps running across the landing toward that very door.
She quickly attempted to slam it shut, and to lock it, but just as the door was closing, a big shoe stepped into its path and blocked the closure.
But Gemma knew her child was in that room too. She continued to press against that door so hard that the shoe pulled out, and she slammed and locked the door.
It was a heavy, security door, but she knew it wasn’t going to hold for long.
She ran to her bed, placed her finger to the lockbox on the side of the nightstand for fingerprint verification, and the box sprang open. She grabbed the loaded gun inside, and then grabbed her sleeping baby. But, to her shock, whomever was on the other side of that door appeared to have what sounded like a battering ram, and they began ramming on that door.
Gemma laid their baby in a nook in the walk-in closet and locked the door as she closed it. But the bedroom door gave way and busted open just as Gemma had locked it from inside and closed it, and two men ran into the massive room.
But Gemma did not hesitate. It was kill or be killed time. She had a child, and Sal! She couldn’t be killed.
She fired shot after shot, a volley of shots, at each one of those men. She began walking toward them as she was shooting, to get a better shot.
But to her horror, her bullets were not penetrating. And she realized why. Both of those men were in bulletproof, armored suits that included headgear and face coverings. They were untouchable. Her bullets were not going to stop their surge: not one bit.
And once she realized it, those men began to advance on her.
But Gemma wasn’t about to go quietly. She ran to the nightstand, pulled it away from the wall, and shoved it at them, throwing items off of it as she did.
She grabbed the mattress on the bed, lifted it up, and threw it at them.
She ran across the box spring to the other side of the room and grabbed the second nightstand and shoved it at them. She threw items at them. Anything she could get her hands on!
She ran to the dresser and threw every item on its countertop at them. She was trying to get them out of the room. She was trying to get them as far away from her child as she could possibly get them.
But then her heart nearly stopped. Because one of the two men stopped playing games with her, as they appeared to view her resistance, and began heading toward the walk-in closet.
“Okay,” she cried, to stop his progression toward that room where she’d placed Lucky.
Both men looked at her.
“What do you want?” she asked. “Just tell me what you want and you’ll have it. I’m Sal Gabrini’s wife. He’ll give you anything you want!”
But the man heading toward the closet smiled and looked at his partner. “Black chick. Smart chick.” His heavy accent made his English barely understandable to Gemma. Then he looked at the closet again. “He’s in here,” he said as his helmet motioned toward the closet. “That’s why she’s willing now. Get the ram.”
“No!” Gemma cried and began to run toward the closet door. The second intruder grabbed the battering ram out of the hall where they had left it, and ran toward the closet door too.
He rammed on it as the second man held Gemma back, until the door gave way and busted open.
And now Lucky was crying and backing up as the second man went into that closet.
“No,” Gemma said. “Just take me. What are you going to do with a crying child?
Just take me! My husband will give his life for me. Take me!”
The first man looked at her. “Don’t worry, we plan to. You and the boy. We are taking both!”
But Gemma wasn’t thinking about her own safety. She couldn’t let them take Lucky! She snatched away from the first intruder and ran into that closet just as the second intruder was picking up Lucky.
She fought with all she had to wrestle her son away from him, but the first intruder grabbed her and slammed her body against the wall.
But Gemma kept fighting. She jumped onto the intruder’s back and punched the shit out his helmet. But he threw her off of him and then threw her out of the closet and onto the bedroom floor.
Gemma was in full hysterical panic mode now. And for the first time since the ordeal began, she had a brief moment to pressed Sal’s icon on her cellphone.
But as the phone rang, the man who had crying Lucky in his arms made his way out of the closet and began heading for the bedroom’s exit.
Gemma got up and was grabbing for her son. She was screaming from the top of her lungs for them to stop, and to take her only.
But that intruder wasn’t thinking about her pleas. He kept hurrying for the bedroom’s exit.
Gemma couldn’t get her teeth into either of them. She couldn’t shoot them. She couldn’t beat their asses. She’d never felt this helpless in her life!
She didn’t know if Sal even answered that phone. All she could do was scream for help. All she could do was scream as they took Lucky, and Gemma right along with him, out of their unprotected home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The double doors of the penthouse’s master suite opened, and Sal entered yelling. “Reno? Reno, where are you?”
“I know already!” Reno, in boxers and a t-shirt, was just getting off of his cell phone. “I told Tree I’ll be there. What’s wrong with her sending you up here like this? I’m coming!” He tossed the cell phone onto the bed and headed for the walk-in closet. “I had to handle an emergency in the presidential suite. That stupid rock star just busted out one of my windows.”
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