Sal Gabrini: Just The Way You Are

by Mallory Monroe

  “Where is Sal’s son, Joey?” Mick demanded with a booming voice. “Don’t fuck with me or I’ll kill your motherfucking ass! You tell me where!”

  Even Sal knew Mick meant every word. Joey had to know. And he did. He was so terrified he was trembling. “Nobody was supposed to find out,” Joey said.

  Mick slammed him against the wall. “Where is the boy?” he yelled.

  Joey began to cry. “I was going to put him on the black market, that’s all. So I could get some big money and get out of the game. The cops are breathing down my neck and I knew I had to get out. You won’t help me. You just want to put me back in some mailroom barely making enough money to pay my rent.”

  Sal was jumping out of his skin. “Where’s my son?” he asked angrily. “Who the fuck cares about your problems? Where’s my son?”

  “I was going to get all kinds of offers,” Joey said to his father, ignoring Sal. “Millions of dollars. Taking a kid like that, with enemies like Sal’s, was going to make me rich. It was the only way I knew how to get some fast cash and get out,” Joey said. “You wouldn’t help me.”

  Mick slammed him again. “Where is the boy?” he said.

  “Upstairs!” Joey finally said, but before he could get the word out completely, Sal and Tommy were already running up those stairs. Reno remained downstairs, just in case.

  Upstairs, Sal and Tommy ran from room to room. They were on the opposite side of the house, going in and out of rooms, when they heard what they knew was a faint, very faint cry. A baby’s cry.

  They turned, realized where the sound was coming from, and ran across the landing to what appeared to be a closet. Tommy pulled out his gun, as Sal swung open the door. When he saw a small baby boy, a biracial baby boy that immediately reminded Sal of Tommy when Tommy was a little boy, he fell to his knees. He was laying eyes on his son for the very first time. His heart was pounding out of his chest. He didn’t think he would make it. “Pick him up, Tommy,” he said to his big brother. “I’m too excited. I’m too nervous. I don’t want to hurt him.”

  Tommy quickly put his gun away, and reached for the little boy. When he picked him up and put him in his arms, the child stared at Tommy as if he was staring at somebody familiar.

  Sal didn’t hesitate. Still on his knees, still too excited to breathe right, he pulled out his cellphone and called Gemma.

  “Are you okay?” were the first words out of Gemma’s mouth when she answered the phone.

  “I’m fine. Our baby’s fine too, Gem.”

  “What?” Gemma asked excitedly. Sal could imagine the look on her beautiful face.

  “We found him, Gem. We have him right here!”

  “Oh, Sal!” Gemma cried, and then she screamed for Trina. “Tree! Tree! They found him! Sal found him!”

  “I’ll call you back with the details,” Sal said to her.

  “But you’re alright?” Gemma asked. “You and the baby are both alright?”

  “We’re alright. Everything’s fine. I’ll call you.”

  And when he ended the call, he stood up. He was still nervous. He was still excited. But he knew he had to do it. He had to feel his son, brought forth out of the wound of the woman he loved, in his arms. He retrieved the baby from Tommy, and held Salvatore Luciano Gabrini, Jr., for the very first time.

  What Sal loved most about that moment was when the baby looked at him with big, expectant eyes. The baby not only stared at Sal as if he was familiar too, but he smiled and touched Sal’s face. Sal smiled too, and cried. He bounced the baby and let his tears flow. It was the greatest feeling he could have ever felt.

  And even as they made their way back downstairs, and Reno ran to see the child in Sal’s arms, Sal knew there was unfinished business. He handed the baby to Tommy, and made his way over to that bastard Joey. He wanted to kill that motherfucker.

  But Mick moved in front of his son. It was a moment of reckoning. Mick killed Sal’s son. Mick killed Rudy. But they both knew he had no choice. Sal, they both knew, did.

  “Take your son and leave,” Mick said. “This is my responsibility. I’ll handle him.”

  Sal stared at Mick. Any other man who would have kidnapped his son would be dead. No questions asked. Dead. But Mick let him handle Rudy the time Rudy set them up and tried to kill Mick. Sal knew he had to return the favor. It was painful. He wanted to hurt Joey something fierce. But he respected Mick. He knew Mick would handle it.

  Sal nodded, took possession of his son again, and the Gabrinis left the Sinatras alone.

  But as they walked out of the home, they heard the beating that would not relent. And then they heard, to their own satisfaction, Joey Sinatra screaming the most tortuous of screams.

  EPILOGUE

  Gemma woke up to the wonderful feeling of Sal sucking her breasts. She opened her legs and stretched her naked body as he laid on top of her, between those legs, and sucked her long and hard. It was early morning, both of them had to be to work that day, but Sal was already giving them a treat. He was sucking her until her nipples were so erect that they were as hard as a rock, and as sensual as clay.

  And when his mouth moved down her body, and ended up between her legs, her eyes immediately became hooded. She held onto his head as he licked and sucked and mouth-fucked her. When he went down even harder, and began eating her outright, she was completely turned up. She began moving his head herself, in sex simulation, as he licked her with his long, sensual licks and ate her with his penetrating tongue.

  But the half had not yet been told. Because that wasn’t the full story. The full story was when Sal moved back up along her sleek black body, and entered her.

  “Now you’re talking,” she said softly as he began to move inside of her. When he laid on top of her, and wrapped her in his arms, and began fucking her with that big dick that overwhelmed her pussy, she knew this was as good as she wanted it to get. It had been a long few months. They had been through so much. But now it felt like liberation. Now it felt as if they could enjoy each other in the comfort of their beautiful home and the world and all its problems be damned.

  Until they heard the baby monitor. Until their baby boy began to cry a very faint, barely noticeable cry. Sal was still pumping and Gemma was still enjoying it as their brains couldn’t quite compute what their ears were hearing. They were so far gone into the land of sensual overload that they didn’t, at first, realize what was happening. And they continued to fuck.

  Until they heard it again. Their baby’s faint cry. And they suddenly, at the exact same time, came to their senses.

  Gemma pushed Sal off of her, his cock flying out with some pre-cum flying too, and she ran to the nursery. But Sal was running too. He overtook Gemma as they made their way to their child. They wanted to make sure he was okay. After the way he entered this world, with a snatch that reverberated still, they didn’t take anything for granted. And even their lovemaking wasn’t going to make them start.

  By the time they made it into the nursery, their child was, once again, fast asleep. No alarm. Nothing to see there.

  They stood there for several moments, admiring their beautiful creation, and then they walked back out and closed the door. Gemma leaned against the door in the hall, her ear to the door, and listened for any new sounds. Sal stood behind her, leaning against her naked body, and listened too. Being brand new parents were as exhausting as it was exhilarating for them.

  But Sal was a realist. He also knew they had to get it in whenever they could. And as they leaned against the door, with Sal behind Gemma, he put his still extended cock inside of her again, and continued where they had left off.

  He fucked her from behind. He fucked her in that hallway long and hard. He squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck and went down on her until she climaxed. Until the feeling was so overwhelming that she bent over and came. He came too, when her pulsating vagina tightened around his rod and jarred him. He let it all out. He held her hips and poured into Gemma. She was everything he wanted in a woman.
Everything he wanted in the mother of his child. And his release, and continued strokes even as they both could hardly bear the intensity, and her muted cries of joy, showed his love for her in undeniable, unrelenting action.

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