TOMMY GABRINI 4
DAPPER TOM BEGIN AGAIN
(The Gabrini Men series)
By
MALLORY MONROE
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THE SINATRAS OF JERICHO COUNTY
SERIES IN ORDER:
BIG DADDY SINATRA
THERE WAS A RUTHLESS MAN
BOOK ONE
BIG DADDY SINATRA 2
IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU
BOOK TWO
THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND
SERIES IN ORDER:
THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND
THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND 2:
HIS WOMEN AND HIS WIFE
DUTCH AND GINA:
A SCANDAL IS BORN
DUTCH AND GINA:
AFTER THE FALL
DUTCH AND GINA:
THE POWER OF LOVE
DUTCH AND GINA:
THE SINS OF THE FATHERS
DUTCH AND GINA:
WHAT HE DID FOR LOVE
FOR THE LOVE OF GINA
BOOK EIGHT
THE MOB BOSS SERIES
IN ORDER:
ROMANCING THE MOB BOSS
MOB BOSS 2:
THE HEART OF THE MATTER
MOB BOSS 3:
LOVE AND RETRIBUTION
MOB BOSS 4:
ROMANCING TRINA GABRINI
A MOB BOSS CHRISTMAS:
THE PREGNANCY
(Mob Boss 5)
MOB BOSS 6:
THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI
RENO’S GIFT
BOOK 7
RENO GABRINI:
A MAN IN FULL
BOOK 8
RENO AND TRINA:
GETTING BACK TO LOVE
BOOK 9
RENO AND SON:
DON’T MESS WITH JIM
BOOK 10
MOB BOSS ELEVEN
THE WRONG ONE
BOOK 11
THE GABRINI MEN SERIES
IN ORDER:
ROMANCING TOMMY GABRINI
ROMANCING SAL GABRINI
TOMMY GABRINI 2:
A PLACE IN HIS HEART
SAL GABRINI 2:
A WOMAN’S TOUCH
TOMMY GABRINI 3:
GRACE UNDER FIRE
SAL GABRINI 3:
HARD LOVE
SAL GABRINI 4:
I’LL TAKE YOU THERE
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
“There he goes,” Joey said. “Didn’t I tell you he would do her? Sleep my ass!”
“He’s taking it out now,” Sonny said. “Look, guys, he’s taking it out. Damn! You see that, Luke? You see that?”
“What are you asking if I see it for?” Luke hated stupidity. “You know I see it! I’m looking right at it, same as you.” But then he shook his head. “That’s gonna hurt.”
“And they call him Mister Smooth,” Joey said. “Mister Smooth my ass. That ain’t smooth. Not that thang. That’s gangster!”
They laughed. All three of them. Two in the front seat, one in the middle of the backseat. All three were watching their car’s video monitor of Tommy Gabrini making love to his woman.
She was naked and on top of him, in the middle of her king-sized bed, with her flat, smooth stomach pressed against his rock hard, ribbed stomach. She sat up straight when he took it out, her slender black body a portrait of beauty, and her ass leaned up as he eased it deep inside of her.
“Damn!” Joey said again, when she took it in full. And then she began to ride it.
They watched her ass begin to shake and her big breasts bounce as she rode him. Tommy’s big dick slid in and almost out of her in repeated thrusts that had all three of them leaking and throbbing. Every one of them wished, if only for that moment in time, that they were Tommy Gabrini and a woman like that was riding them.
And she could ride. She rode like the wind. Her short hair was glistening. Her black skin looked velvety as she rode it high. For minutes on end she rode and she rode. He rubbed her back, and her neck, and her hair, as she rode him. And then he laid her back down on his chest, and did the riding for her.
He began squeezing her ass and thrusting his hips with every push-in. All three men were impressed with how long she was able to take that man’s pounding. Because she took it as if it was her pleasure to endure what they just knew had to be painful. He was so big. How could it be pleasurable for her? It was fucking ecstasy for him, they knew that. But for her?
But if she wasn’t enjoying it, she was fooling them Academy Award style. Because she was all into it too. Her hands were rubbing his thick hair, her breasts were dangling all in his face, and her as
s was tightening every time he plunged into her. And she wasn’t all sweet and quiet either. She wasn’t just lying there taking his big ass cock like a champ. She was moaning and grunting too. She was squeezing and pumping too.
For nearly forty minutes they were at it. Until her small body clenched into what appeared to be a spasm, and then Tommy thrust into her so deep his balls slapped against her. And then he was thrashing her again, but slower now, and deeper now, as his back arched, and he was cumming too.
All three men leaned back, after realizing they were leaned as close to that video monitor as they could possibly lean. Their members were swollen. They needed relief, all three of them needed it badly, but they knew they had a job to do.
It would be another half hour before Tommy got out of bed, took his clothes, and headed into the bathroom. The woman had fallen asleep and was sleeping so peacefully that she was snoring.
Joey couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “Look at her,” he said, staring at her sleeping form. “Just beautiful. That’s what I call beautiful.”
“If you like that sort of thing,” Luke said. “Then she’s alright.”
“Alright?” Sonny asked. “Get out of here! Your hateful ass just don’t want to admit it. There’s not a straight guy alive that wouldn’t want to be next to her. Tommy Gabrini is an asshole with a capital A, but the man’s got taste. You’ve got to give him that.”
“I don’t have to give him shit,” Luke said, as he continued to watch the monitor, as he continued to inwardly salivate at the sleeping black beauty on the screen.
Several minutes later, Tommy reappeared in the frame. He was fully dressed now.
“Versace,” Joey said.
“Nope,” Sonny said.
“What do you mean nope?”
“That’s not Versace. That’s Armani.”
“It’s not!”
“That’s Armani over there.”
“Get out of here!” Joey was irritated now. “That’s Versace. Tommy Gabrini wears Versace, he ain’t no Armani guy. Is he, Luke?” Joey leaned his head toward Luke.
“Get the fuck out of my face!” Luke said, pushing Joey’s face away from his. Joey and Sonny laughed. “What the fuck I care what he’s wearing?”
On the monitor, Tommy held a man’s dress shirt in one hand, and a cloth in another hand. He sat on the side of the bed, opened the woman’s legs, and began wiping her clean.
“Whoa,” Joey said. “You see that?”
“Nice!” Sonny said. “I’d love a taste of that!”
They could see the woman smile and almost awaken as Tommy lifted her, and put the shirt on her naked body. Then he laid her back down. She turned over, smiling, and then she was back asleep.
Tommy stood inside the bedroom and stared at the gorgeous girl as he pulled his shirt sleeves past his suit sleeve. Whatever designer he wore, Joey and Sonny thought, he wore it well. Dapper indeed, both men agreed. But when Tommy kissed his sleeping lady on her forehead, pulled the bedding further up around her, and then began to leave, they got busy. Turned off the video, positioned their vehicle just outside the long driveway, and pulled out their weapons.
And waited.
They didn’t have to wait long. Tommy Gabrini came out of his lady’s house within seconds of leaving her bedroom. He bounced down her outside steps with pep in his walk, as if he was a man who couldn’t believe his good luck. His dick was still red, and still feeling the effects of what he put on her. But even as the cool night air whipped against his face, he could have gone another round. If he didn’t have a plane to catch, he would have.
But he had a plane to catch. He got into his dark green Maserati that sat at the foot of the fancy, brick steps, and then he took off. He drove around the circle and then down her long, winding driveway that led to the quiet street. He had fucked her twice tonight, when he didn’t intend to do her at all, and that second round of lovemaking had rendered him late. Now he was in a hurry.
As soon as Joey, Luke, and Sonny heard the roar of that powerful Maserati engine make its’ way toward the street, they were already strategically parked and ready. And as soon as they saw that Maserati drive out of the driveway, they started firing.
And Tommy didn’t hesitate. At the first sound of gunfire, he floored it. He sped and fled in a dead run. But the hail of bullets rained down on him like a hailstorm of firepower, as the bullets banged against the metal of the car with penetrating force, and the car began swerving too uncontrollably for him to do anything but duck, dodge and steer.
But he maintained control. Any other man would have crashed immediately, but Tommy kept control. But there were too many bullets from too many weapons. And the Maserati that had only just began to reach peak speed, slowed as if it had run out of gas. Tommy’s head lurched forward and fell against the steering wheel, and his car drove aimlessly along the street, still moving straight at first, and then moving sideways. It came to a stop only when it drove off of the road, and into the stop sign.
Although an eerie silence permeated the inside of Tommy’s car, the inside of the shooters’ car was pure joy.
“We got him!” Joey was screaming and pumping his fist into the air. “We got that motherfucker!”
“We got Tommy Gabrini!” Sonny joined in. “We got Tommy Gabrini!”
“Now that’s getting somebody,” Joey agreed. “You hear me? That’s getting somebody!”
But Luke, the driver, wasn’t going to celebrate too soon. That fucker Gabrini had more lives than a cat, and he wanted to make sure they snuffed out every one.
He drove closer to the stopped car and ordered his men to knock it off. They had a job to do and it wasn’t complete until there was absolute confirmation. What was there to celebrate?
The celebrating ceased, their weapons were reengaged, and they got out of the car.
Then slowly, methodically, and with their weapons drawn, they approached the lifeless body of Tommy Gabrini.
CHAPTER ONE
March 24, 2013
Sunday
Eighteen months before that fateful night
Grace Gabrini entered her quiet home after another late night at work. She could already see on her smartphone monitor that the baby was asleep in the Nursery and her two nannies (her soon-to-be-ex-husband hired two), were with her. But what she didn’t expect to see were suitcases in the foyer. Suitcases she knew belonged to Tommy. To her own surprise, her heart leaped with joy.
“He’s back,” she said. “He’s back home!”
She raced up the stairs as quickly as her feet could carry her, ran along the corridor of the second floor landing, and hurried toward the double doors of their master bedroom. She flung open the doors, her smile as grand as the Grand Canyon.
But that was when she heard the moans and grunts. That was when she looked across that massive room and saw her husband, naked on their bed, fucking another woman so hard the woman was baying. The woman was on her back in the middle of their bed. Tommy was on top of her, pushing deeper and deeper inside her. He didn’t care that anybody could have walked in on them. He didn’t care that their one year old daughter was right downstairs and just might hear that woman howl!
The woman most certainly didn’t care. Because she saw Grace. Tommy’s back was to the entrance as he pumped and pumped, but the woman was looking her round, flat face right at Grace. And she smiled.
“Yeah, fool,” she said, “you dropped him, and I picked him up. You, the fool, dropped this gorgeous hunk of creature, and I picked him up. Now he’s mine. Mine. All mine!”
But Grace was shaking her head. It was a mistake. She didn’t want another woman touching Tommy. She didn’t want this!
Then she saw herself on the street that fateful night, in front of their house, firing those shots into that woman’s car. Firing and firing round after round for the love of Tommy.
Then she was back in their home, in the bedroom, watching Tommy make love to somebody else. And it was all murky now. And scary. And she kep
t backing up, and firing shots into that car, and watching her husband make love to another woman, and she was firing more shots into that car. She kept backing up. She backed up until she had backed into the stair rail. She had gone as far as she could go.
And then she toppled over.
Like a woman drowning and coming up for air, she lifted her body up from her pillow with a sudden lift, and a sudden exhale that shook her to her core. She was breathing so fast she was hyperventilating. She still didn’t realize it was a dream until she felt the beads of sweat on her forehead, and heard the pounding of her heart. She wasn’t watching any sex scene. She wasn’t spraying bullets into any car. She was lying in her bed, in the home she once shared with her husband. And she was completely alone in that dark, quiet room.
Relief washed over her, and then she laid back down. She was accustomed to nightmares, although none previously had involved Tommy with some other woman, and she knew she would eventually drift off to sleep. Ed was out of town at a medical convention, and she desperately wanted to call him, but she knew she couldn’t. Because this wasn’t about him. This was about Tommy. Why was she dreaming about him all of a sudden? She used to dream about him all the time, early in their separation, but it had been over a year. Why would she even think of it now?
But she kept hearing that woman’s voice. Calling her a fool. It was a dream. It didn’t matter. Why was she even thinking about it?
But she thought about it. It was still early. It was only nine pm. The only reason she was in bed at all was because she had been so tired lately. Tommy had come by earlier, to drop Destiny off. She asked if he wanted to have dinner with them for Desi’s sake, but he declined. He had a date tonight, he had said so casually. A date tonight, he’d said. And it did something to Grace. She became lethargic. Even more drained than she usually was. Exhausted even. She went to bed early, to rest.
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