Sal Gabrini: Just The Way You Are

by Mallory Monroe

  As soon as he entered her, he groaned. Never had a woman who made him feel the way Gemma made him feel. And he stood there and fucked her. His arms held onto her hips. His eyes stared into her eyes. And he fucked her. He pushed into her deeper and deeper, and fucked her with a rhythm he mastered.

  Gemma felt the fullness as he continued to expand inside of her. It felt as if he was stretching her with every stroke he made. It felt as if he was so thick and so big that she wasn’t going to be able to contain him.

  She couldn’t contain herself. As he pushed in deeper and deeper, as his rhythm took on more and more urgency, she began to have rolling orgasms. Sal felt her pulsations, he felt her fighting to bear the intensity, but instead of letting up, he fucked her harder.

  “Sal, no!” Gemma cried, as he slammed against her. “I can’t take it!”

  “Yes, you can,” Sal responded in a raspy voice, as his ass pushed back and forward in a faster and faster rhythm. “I know my baby can!”

  And she took it. Gladly. She would have died if he would have let up. And when he began to ejaculate, when he began to shoot his load, the heat that overtook her took her over even further. And her last orgasm was her strongest. She clamped around Sal’s penis and they came together. Sal leaned his body against her with a forceful lean, as he emptied out.

  When there was nothing left, he lifted Gemma, turned back the coverings, and got in bed with her still wrapped tightly in his arms.

  The next morning, as Big Joe stood waiting beside Gemma’s Aston-Martin, Sal and Gemma walked out dressed and ready to head out to their respective jobs. Sal was heading to his office, and Gemma had to be in court.

  “Court?” Sal asked as he walked her to her car. It was a lively morning, as their yardmen, their security personnel, and Big Joe himself were all within earshot of the couple. “I thought you said the verdict came in your embezzlement case, and your dope case was being delayed for a few weeks?”

  “All that’s true. But I’ve got another case, Sal. I have more than two cases.”

  “But another case already? Why isn’t your partner sharing the load, Gemma?”

  “He is sharing it. My firm is in demand now. He has a load himself.”

  “So what’s the case?” Sal asked as he opened her back car door. She was dressed in a gorgeous form-fitting, up-collar light-green dress that highlighted her smooth, dark skin and long, slender body. He was proud of the kind of successful lawyer she’d become. He was also so sexually attracted to her that he could hardly contain his lust sometimes. His penis began throbbing just being beside her. He couldn’t wait until they went at it again tonight.

  Gemma, too, could tell Sal was lusting after her again. She could always tell by that sparkle in his big blue eyes every time he looked at her body. But despite how impressed he was with her physicality, Gemma knew he wasn’t going to like this new case of hers at all. But that wasn’t his call. “This kid I once defended is in trouble again.”

  “What kind of trouble?”

  Gemma got into her car and sat down. “He says he’s innocent, and I believe him.”

  “What kind of trouble, Gemma? Don’t play cute with me.”

  Gemma was offended because she didn’t play cute, and Sal knew it. “I wasn’t playing cute,” she said firmly.

  “What kind of trouble?” he asked her again.

  She knew she had to tell him. She closed her car door, to keep distance between them, and rolled down her window. “It’s a murder case, Sal.”

  And true to form, Sal wasn’t having it. “No, hell no!” he said, as he slung back open her car door. “A murder case, Gem? Didn’t I tell you no murder cases during your pregnancy? Didn’t I tell you that?”

  His voice was carrying, and the workers around them were all ears.

  “I know what you told me,” Gemma said. “But I can’t turn my back on an innocent kid. I just can’t do it!”

  “But those cases always do a number on you and you know it! They turn you into a basket case when they don’t go the way you want, and especially when you think the client is innocent. No, Gemma. Get rid of it and get rid of it today.”

  Gemma pushed him out of her way to close her car door. “I’ve got to go,” she said.

  “Did you hear me?” Sal asked. “Drop that case.”

  “I heard you, Sal.”

  “And?”

  Gemma looked him dead in the eyes. “And I don’t tell you how to run your business,” she said. “You aren’t going to tell me how to run mine.”

  Sal’s temper flared. He knew his groundskeepers and other workers were within earshot, so he grabbed her by the hand, flung her out of her car, and hurried her back up the steps and into their front door.

  As soon as he closed the door, he placed her back against it. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to,” he said with clenched white teeth, “but you’re talking to me. I told you what was going to happen and you agreed to it. No murder cases led your list, just like no out-of-town trips were at the top of mine. I’m holding up my end of the bargain, I haven’t been out of town in weeks, and your ass is going to hold up your end. I’m not going to let you stress yourself out over another fucking killer case. I’ll be damn if I let that happen, Gemma. You either give that case to your law partner to handle, or you hand it over to somebody else. But you aren’t handling it!”

  This was the part of marriage she hated. When she had to answer to somebody else. When she couldn’t do whatever she thought was best and to hell with it. And with Sal, it was even worse. It felt like answering to an authority higher than herself. She didn’t like it. But she knew he was only thinking about her and the baby. She knew he was only putting his foot down because he knew she wouldn’t.

  It was a tough pill to swallow, but she knew she had to swallow it anyway. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll consult on the case only. I’ll let Mark handle it.”

  Sal nodded. He was satisfied. “Okay, good,” he said.

  But his look lingered. He knew this was hard for her. “Look, Gem,” he said, “I’m not trying to boss you around or anything like that. I got enough fuckers working for me, enough to fill a stadium, to boss around. But we’re in this thing together. I’ve got to look out for your best interest. And your best interest is not you giving your all to some joker who might or might not be guilty of murder. It’s about keeping the stress down.” He moved closer to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I only want the best for you, babe. You know that.”

  Gemma knew it. And she managed to wrap her arms around Sal’s waist. “I know,” she said. “And you’re right. You stopped running out of town every week. You’re home on time every night. You even cook me dinner sometimes.” They both smiled. “I’ll hold up my end of the bargain, Sal. I promise.”

  “That’s my baby,” Sal said, and kissed her. But when he kissed her, something changed, and he kissed her harder. She returned his affection as her arms moved from around his waist, to around his neck. They kissed long and hard. And then he began lifting her skirt.

  He pulled down her panties below her knees, just enough for him to unzip and pull out his already enlarged penis. And as he suspected, when he entered her, she was wet and ready for him too.

  And he fucked her. Right there in their foyer. He stroked her and gyrated her and fucked her hard.

  She was breathing heavily, and so was he, and they looked into each other’s eyes as they fucked. And when he kissed her, it seared her with as much force as his dick had impaled her. This was that hard, irascible man she loved. He knew how to love her. He knew how to protect her. He knew how to calm and to anger her. And he knew how to fuck her. Nobody else could ever come close. And his know-how was on full display that morning.

  And when he ejaculated into her, shooting a wad so full it caused her to tremble, she came too. They were moving in rhythm, and moving faster and faster. Her orgasm was as fiery as his cum shot. They both felt the passion, and the heat, and the fire, as they came. />
  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Afterwards, when they walked out of their house again, all of their workers, from the yardmen to Big Joe to house security, were taking peeps at them. They could feel their staring eyes. And each of them had the same question: did he beat her ass, or fuck it? They knew Sal Gabrini did one or the other. But when Sal walked Gemma to her car and kissed her goodbye so tenderly, the workers looked at each other with a smile and a nod. Fucked it, was their collective conclusion. And they were happy. If all was right with Sal and Gemma, all would remain right with their paychecks.

  Gemma got into the backseat of her car, and Big Joe drove her away. Sal went back into the house to grab his briefcase. And the workers, satisfied, gladly went back to work.

  Once inside, Sal went into the powder room to pee, and then washed up and headed for his briefcase. But before he could reach for it, the intercom buzzed. He pressed the button quickly. “Yeah, Jay?”

  “A young lady wishes to see you, sir.”

  “A young lady? Who?”

  “Frieda.”

  “Not Freida, you jerk!” a woman could be heard saying. “Rita. It’s Rita Jaleppi, Sal.”

  Sal’s forehead lifted directly proportionate to his anger rising. What the fuck?

  “Should I let her through, boss?” Jay asked.

  Hell no, Sal was about to say. “I’m coming out,” he said instead, and hurried out of his big, beautiful home.

  But Sal was not in a beautiful mood, and his men at the gate saw it immediately.

  “He’s coming now,” the youngest of the guards said to Jay, his boss. And Jay, who was standing at the guard booth beside their visitor, looked too. Sal was walking fast, and his face had that hard edge they knew so well. Whatever this Rita Jaleppi was to him, she had apparently touched a raw nerve with their boss.

  “Is he coming?” Rita asked as she rubbed down the back of her short, blonde wig.

  “He’s on his way,” Jay said. “But brace yourself.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “What I said. Brace yourself.”

  “Me and Sal go way back,” Rita said. “I don’t have to brace myself for shit. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  “Warn me about what?” Rita asked frowningly, but then the tall electronic gate opened and Sal was upon them.

  “Sal!” Rita said, hurrying to him.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Sal asked angrily as he walked out of his gate, his hands palm up and spread out.

  “I’m in trouble, Sal.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what you’re in! You don’t come to my house. Not ever! Now get the fuck back in your car and get the fuck away from here!” All Sal could think about was Gemma coming back home and finding this fool at their entrance gate.

  But Rita didn’t know Gemma, and didn’t care if she was making trouble for Sal. All she cared about was the trouble she had made for herself. “You’ve got to help me, Sal, you’ve got to! There’s nobody else. They’re trying to kill me, Sal!”

  “Didn’t I tell you to get lost?” Sal asked angrily as he grabbed her beneath her upper arm and all but dragged her back to her car. “You don’t come to my home! You know that, Rita!”

  “But if you tell them to leave me alone, they’ll do it. You promised Frankie you’d look out for me, Sal!”

  “When you get the fuck away from my home you can call me,” Sal said as he slung her against her car door. “Then we’ll talk and I’ll see what I can do. But you never bring your ass around my house again! I don’t do that shit here!”

  “But I may be dead before I can call you, Sal,” Rita deplored. “Don’t you understand that? You know how Nicky is!”

  Sal stared at her. “Nicky? What Nicky?”

  “Your Nicky! Nicky Cass. Nicky Castellano’s got a contract out on me!” Rita was surprised by Sal’s obvious ignorance. “He’s your underboss. Didn’t he tell you?”

  Nicky hadn’t told Sal shit. “What did you do?” Sal asked. “And don’t you bullshit me!”

  “I messed up a little, I ain’t gonna lie. But Nicky wrong for putting me in jeopardy like this. He knows I’m under your protection. He knew it when Frankie went to prison. He’s wrong for putting out the contract.”

  Sal wasn’t trying to hear her excuses. “What did you do, Rita?” he asked her again.

  Rita exhaled. “I put away a few dollars. Just for me and my kids, Sal. Just for a rainy day.”

  “How much?” Sal asked.

  “What does he expect? I’m around all that money. It’s coming in by the boatload. And Nicky Cass, he don’t pay us right. You tell him to skim us ten percent off the top, but he don’t do that, Sal. We move his merchandise faithfully. But he don’t treat us right.”

  “How much did you steal?” Sal asked her again, his patience thin.

  Rita was out of excuses. “A hundred,” she said.

  Sal frowned. “A hundred thousand dollars? Are you out of your fucking mind!”

  “I was gonna give most of it back, honest I was. But Nicky, he’s crazy, Sal. He wants all of it or none of it, when he knows I already spent a big chunk. Now he wants to kill me and leave my children motherless. And they’re your children too, Sal, because you promised Frankie.”

  Sal knew a contract on her ass was the least they should be doing to her. But nobody issued death orders but Sal, and Nicky Cass knew it. “Get out of Vegas. Go to the safe house on Ford Street.”

  “In Spring Valley?”

  “Go there. It’s manned, so you’ll have protection. Wait there until you hear from me.”

  Relief washed over Rita. “Thanks, Sal. I knew I could count on you.”

  “You can’t count on shit!” Sal shot back. “You stole from my organization and your ass is going to pay for that.”

  Rita nodded her head. She knew Sal’s brand of punishment would be harsh, but it wouldn’t be unto death. “I understand. I know I gotta give account.”

  “You’ve got to give account for what you did.” Sal’s big blue eyes were sincere. “And if it wasn’t for my promise to Frankie, it wouldn’t even be a discussion. Your ass would already be dead!” Then he exhaled. “But Nicky’s got to give account first. He had no call putting out a death order without my permission. His ass gets on the grill first.”

  “I’m thankful to you, Sal. Because you’re a fair man. You’ve always been fair. But Nicky Cass, he don’t treat us right.”

  Sal didn’t want to hear her playing both ends bullshit. “Just get to Ford Street and wait for my call.”

  “I will, Sal. And thanks. I will.” Rita began hurrying into her car.

  Sal began heading back toward his gate entrance, with Jay waiting for further instruction. “Call Nicky Cass,” Sal said. “Tell him to get his ass to Vegas now.”

  “Will do, boss,” Jay said. “And what about the contract? Tell him to call it off?”

  Sal was about to say yes, but before the word could come out, an explosion ripped through the car that Rita was driving.

  The explosion was so massive that it rocked Sal and Jay against the gate. It was so loud that Sal’s security men from all corners of the estate immediately began running toward the scene. But when Sal stood erect, and saw the wreckage, he knew there was nothing left to see. A pipe bomb. Remote-control style. Which stunned Sal. Who the fuck, he thought, would kill somebody who came to him for protection? Who the fuck would press that button while that person was just outside his gate?

  Jay and Sal looked at each other. “What the fuck boss?” Jay asked.

  But Sal had no answers either.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Mark Price smiled when Gemma walked into his office at her law firm. “Hey, Gem, what’s up?”

  “I need a favor, Mark,” Gemma said as she stood in front of his desk.

  “Have a seat.”

  She sat down.

  “What’s the favor?” Mark asked.
r />   “I need you to handle the Shaun Merriment case.”

  “The kid accused of murder?”

  “That’s the one. They had his bail hearing this morning.”

  “Let me guess: no bail?”

  “No, they granted it. They know these are bullshit charges.”

  “For how much?”

  “A hundred thousand. He had to come up with ten.”

  “Did he?”

  “His mother is going to mortgage her house. So yeah, he’ll get out.”

  “That’s good work, Gemma. But you want me to take it over? A very winnable case apparently. Why? You just don’t want to deal with it?”

  “My husband doesn’t want me to deal with it. At least not until after the baby comes.”

  Mark nodded. “I can understand that. If you were my wife, I would feel the exact same way.”

  “Think you can add Shaun to your load?” Gemma asked. “I’ll take some of your non-murder cases.”

  “I can take him. But you don’t have to burden yourself with my easy ones. I can handle them too.”

  Gemma smiled and stood up. Her phone buzzed. “Thanks, Mark. I’ll go over to the jail later today and let Shaun know. I’ll notify the court as well.”

  Then Gemma pulled out her phone. She had a text. It was from Big Joe, who had driven her to work and was waiting outside to take her to the courthouse. “Boss wants you home,” was all it read.

  But before she could respond, or say her goodbyes to Mark, Big Joe appeared in the office and grabbed her by the hand. “Time to go,” he said and whisked her way.

  Mark stood up. Curtis came into his office too, looking back as Gemma and Big Joe hurried away. “What’s that about?” Curtis asked.

  Mark was floored too. “Hell if I know,” he said. But he would sure love to find out.

  As soon as the Aston-Martin turned the corner, Gemma could see the police tape cordoning off the area around her estate and the burned out car in front of her house. Neighbors were standing on the side of the road, wondering what in the world had happened, and one of the police officers guarding the cordoned area held up his hand and stopped her car at the tape. Big Joe had Gemma’s convertible top down, so the officer was able to talk with her immediately.