A MOB BOSS CHRISTMAS: THE PREGNANCY (MOB BOSS SERIES)

by Monroe, Mallory

  Trina began to feel hot. And nauseous. “I forget to turn it back on. It preserves the battery so I’ll turn it off at night, and then I’ll forget to turn it back on. It’s a bad habit. The battery lasts longer when you keep the phone turned off. And I forget to turn it back on. I don’t even think about it. I’m no big time cell phone user anyway, you know that.”

  “Yeah, but when I call for you I have to be able to reach you. You know how I am. You’re free to come and go as you please and I know you like to do your own thing. But, Tree, we can’t pretend that I don’t have enemies, because I do. I’m not into any mob, I’m no gotdamn mob boss, but good luck trying to tell that to my enemies. I need to know where you are at all times, Tree. Especially after that craziness in Georgia.”

  Trina nodded her head, took another tiny bite of food, but that one bite did it. She heaved as if she was about to regurgitate everything she’d just eaten, and jumped from the table.

  “Tree?” Reno said with panic in his voice. He tossed his napkin on the table and ran behind her.

  “Tree, what’s wrong?” he was asking as he followed her into the bathroom where she lifted the commode top and began to throw up inside of it.

  As she moved to sit on the marbled floor beside the commode, Reno sat down on the floor himself and lifted her body onto his lap. Trina began violent regurgitations.

  “Oh, Lord, it’s the food,” Reno said as she continued to heave it all up. “My cooking is killing her. Don’t let her die. Oh, Lord, please don’t let her die!”

  “Reno!” Trina yelled between throw-ups. She was already miserable enough.

  Reno looked at her. “Yes, babe?”

  “Knock it off!” she said, and then the violent heaving began again.

  Reno held her, and allowed her to do her thing, until her body had no more to regurgitate. She then exhaled. And leaned against Reno. She was so glad to have him with her.

  And Reno just held her. Until she began to stir.

  “I need to freshen up,” she said. “And then I think I’ll take a long bath.”

  Reno helped her up. And while she brushed and gargled, he drew her a bath in their Jacuzzi tub. Then she undressed and Reno helped her naked body into the tub. Reno’s plan had been to sit her in and give her some privacy. But seeing her gorgeous brown body with all those wonderful curves made him rethink that strategy. And then he undressed himself and got in the tub with her.

  To Trina’s gratitude, since she really didn’t want to be alone, he sat behind her. She leaned back against his muscular chest. Reno rubbed her soft black hair and helped to relax her.

  After a moment of quietness, he looked down at her. “Feel better?” he asked her.

  “Much,” she said. “In fact all.”

  Reno was relieved. The thought of losing her terrified him. And that was how it felt during the most violent of her retching. It felt as if he was losing her. And then the stress of seeing her in the mall with that Bob character was just too much for him. But he remained silent. She said she wasn’t having an affair with Bob, and that he was just a friend. She was a little too friendly with that particular friend in his view, but he accepted what she said. At least for now.

  But any more Bob sightings or Bob mentions and he and this Bob would be having a come to Jesus meeting, whether Trina liked it or not.

  He placed his arm around her flat stomach, as if he was somehow staking his claim. His hope was that there would be no necessities for any meetings with Bob or any other man who would deign to be a part of his wife’s life. He’d already been through that kind of insanity in Georgia. He didn’t want to have to go there with Bob.

  But as Trina began to move around in the tub, he forgot all about Bob and concentrated on his wife. “What was that about, babe?” he asked her.

  “I just got nauseous. Probably because I didn’t eat much today.”

  Reno looked at her. “Why didn’t you eat much? What had you so busy today that you couldn’t eat much?”

  “I just didn’t think about it, Reno. It’s no big deal.”

  “It is a big deal. Seeing you throwing up like that scared me half to death. It is a big deal.”

  “Okay, it’s a big deal. I’m sorry, I just. It just . . . Oh, Reno, I feel better. Let’s just leave it at that.”

  She leaned against him, seeking his comfort, and he gladly gave it to her. He wrapped both arms around her.

  “You’re a pain in the ass,” he said, kissing her hair, “but I love you.”

  Trina smiled. “I love you, too.”

  Then he thought about Bob again. And his brows knitted. “You’ll never do that to me, Tree, would you?”

  Trina paused. “Never do what, Reno?”

  “Break my heart. You’ll never do that to me.”

  Trina’s own heart plunged. What she’d allowed to happen might be a heart break to Reno. But she had to answer him. He’d go ballistic if she didn’t answer him. “I’ll never intentionally hurt you, Ree, you know that.”

  Reno nodded. “Yeah,” he said, kissing her again, refusing to even think about Bob. “I know that.”

  Trina was relieved. She didn’t feel like going into it right now. Although she knew she had to.

  She snuggled even closer against him, causing his dick to press into her butt crack, and Reno knew it was over. And Trina knew it too. Because she knew Reno. And no way were they getting out of this tub without him making it his business to get some.

  He reached over and pressed the bath oil release lever. When the sweet oil drained down onto his hand, he began to lather his wife in its sweet scent. Trina moaned in relaxation as Reno bathe her. He rubbed her neck and arms. When he got to her sizeable breasts, he began to massage them with oil, smoothing his hand over her mounds first and then circling his thumbs across her nipples. Trina closed her eyes to the pleasurable feelings his massage created. Then he moved down to her belly.

  Trina could feel his dick began to jostle against her as he rubbed across her belly and belly button. That jostling feeling was usually the first sign that Reno’s appetite was growing. She relaxed to the feel of Reno against her. And when he reached his hand down, and began to massage her clit, she groaned. And when Reno then put his cock between her legs and began to rub it against her clit, she knew as bad as she had felt before her upchuck, he was about to make her feel just that good.

  She moaned and opened her legs wider as his dick rubbed her. She loved the way it stiffened as his arousal increased. Soon his fingers were down there, massaging her with bath oil, and then the bath became beside the point as he slid his slippery fingers in and out of her.

  “Oh, Tree,” he groaned into her hair, “you’ll never know how much I long to feel you. Oh, Tree,” he added again as he leaned his head back and continued to finger-fuck her.

  Then he asked her if she was sure she felt better.

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly. She knew where this was headed.

  “You’re able to take me then?”

  Trina smiled. Reno had a way of making her forget all her problems. “Yes, baby, I’m able to take you.”

  And then he took her. He slid his fully aroused dick inside of her vagina, causing her to shout Oh! as soon as she felt it, and then he began to gyrate her.

  Trina could feel every vein, every ridge, every muscle of Reno’s dick as it slowly moved in and captured her. And he took it slow and gentle. Moving in, moving out, and then moving in deeper and almost out. Until he was moving with just the right stroke. Until he found his rhythm. And then he moaned, too.

  Reno closed his eyes as he hit that spot that he was looking for. Trina always responded when he hit that particular sweet spot inside of her. Her muscles clenched around his cock and he responded too, going down deeper inside of her so that she could feel his fullness. He wasn’t some limp-dick Willie, and he wanted her to remember that. In truth, he wanted to mark her. He wanted to fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t even think about straying away from him. He wanted to
pound her ass into submission for what he saw her do at the mall. But he couldn’t do that to Tree.

  He, instead, just made sweet love to her. He lifted her by the thighs and watched as he moved her pliable body up and down on his long, thick, fully extended penis. She was saturating him now, and he could see the sparkle of wetness as he moved her up and down on his rod. And it felt so good to Reno. Nobody did him better, and he’d had more than his share of women to know what he was talking about. This woman here, this brown bombshell here, was head and shoulders above every woman from his past. Because this was Trina. This was the woman, above all other women, that he loved with all of his heart.

  Tears began to appear in his eyes as he moved her back down on his lap and wrapped her body in his arms. He continued to fuck her. But he leaned her back and caressed her too. He rubbed his lips along the side of her face and drank up her smooth chocolate skin. He nearly had a stroke himself when he saw her at the mall hugging her “friend.” And when they drove away before he could reach her side, he thought he was a goner for sure. The idea of another man taking his wife away from him was something Reno never even considered. Trina wasn’t that kind of girl and that was all he needed to know about that. But how could he be so certain in this day and age when all kinds of shit happened and people were always talking how they never saw it coming?

  But Reno still could never believe that Tree would hurt him. And he was convinced that she’d tell him the real deal in time. It wasn’t sex. Nobody was going to tell him that his wife was out somewhere sexing another man. No. He and Tree had too much going on for him to believe that. Especially now, he thought, as his dick began to pulsate and her vagina muscles began to clench and his engorgement filled up and then spilled out into her.

  “Tree!” he screamed as he came.

  And that was all he needed to say because she came, too. Right along with him. And even despite her fears, and despite his worries, this cum was, at the last one always was, the best cum they’d ever had. It was so powerful, and so loving, that it poured out and then down Trina’s thighs and emptied into the tub. And Reno kept thrashing her until his final push, the one that was always his hardest, and that almost took his breath away. Then he leaned the side of his face against her back and tried to regulate his now satisfied, but highly irregular breathing.

  Later, Trina lay in bed watching Reno sleep. She kept fumbling with his thick brown hair, moving it out of his gorgeously tanned face and then back down onto his forehead. What a lovely man, she thought. In every way he was so special. And she frowned. Because she was still pregnant, even after today. They were still going to have a baby Reno had told her countless times throughout their marriage that he wasn’t ready to have. And she was terrified to tell him. He said no the last time she asked him. He said not now even when times were going good for them. But she was pregnant anyway.

  Trina exhaled and continued to stare at Reno. He was a hard man sometimes who made it clear from day one that he ran their household and he wore the pants and he didn’t want her to ever go behind his back about anything. If they had problems, they discussed those problems. And they would work them out. But if a decision had to be made, and they were at loggerhead, he was going to be the one to make it. Reno was like that. She knew what she was getting when she agreed to marry Reno. Now she had gone behind his back. She had made a mistake that she feared could not only cost her her marriage, but Reno’s respect.

  Would he think she betrayed him? Would he accept this pregnancy? She saw what happened to him whenever his children were threatened. He had two children in his lifetime that they knew of. A ten year old son he didn’t know he had, and then he lost, and recently a now eighteen year old son that he nearly lost. Reno always became a changed man whenever his family was threatened. And his mob ties always created problems of their own. That was why he didn’t want to bring a child into his world. He wouldn’t be able to bear it if something were to happen to a child of hers, he once told her. So to now tell him that she was about to bring a child into this situation, after they just overcame that craziness in Georgia, might be too much for Reno.

  Tree sighed and played with his hair again. It was already too much for her.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Fran saw Trina in the private Gabrini booth inside the Brink, which was one of the PaLargio’s famed restaurants, and she hurried to the booth and sat across from her.

  “How did it go?” she asked Trina just as the waiter hurried over to take her order.

  “The usual, Mrs. Marcasi?” he asked Fran.

  “Yes, Albert, thank-you,” Fran said as the waiter helped her into her seat. When he left, she leaned toward Trina.

  “How did it go?” she asked her again.

  “It didn’t,” Trina replied, perusing her text messages. “I couldn’t go through with it.”

  “Oh, no, Trina,” Fran said. “Please don’t tell me that. Reno is gonna be so mad. You don’t know my brother.”

  Trina looked at Fran. Sometimes she amazed her. “I don’t know your brother? What in the world is that supposed to mean? I do know your brother.”

  “What I mean is I’ve known Reno since he was a little kid. And even my parents were afraid of him. He ran our household even then. He told our old man what to do.”

  “I doubt that seriously, Fran. I met your father before he died, remember? He didn’t strike me as the kind of man who allowed anybody to be running him. Especially some kid.”

  “But Reno wasn’t no ordinary kid, that’s what I’m telling you. Our old man didn’t make a move unless Reno said he should make that move. Reno ran our household.”

  Trina knew she was exaggerating. But that was Fran. She put the drama in drama queen.

  “Anyway,” Trina said. “I didn’t go through with it.”

  “And that’s why I’m saying it’s a bad thing. Reno already told you he didn’t want no kids, but you went and got yourself pregnant anyway.”

  “Hold up, there, sister,” Trina said. “I wasn’t alone in the process, I assure you.”

  “Yeah, but you stopped taking the pill.”

  “Not on purpose, Fran. You talk as if I did it on purpose. We went through some serious stuff in Georgia. I was stressed out. I forgot all about those pills.”

  “And now you’re pregnant and afraid to tell your husband.”

  Trina sighed. “I’m not afraid. I just haven’t told him yet.”

  “But you have to tell him.”

  “I know that, Fran. Of course I have to tell him. I’m just . . I’m just praying for the right time.”

  Fran shook her head. “Reno is gonna be so upset,” she said. “He might kick your ass for real, Tree. He might beat you down.”

  Trina looked at Fran. What on earth was she talking about? Yeah, Reno was going to be upset. Hell, she knew he was going to be furious with her. But kick her ass and beat her down? Why would she even fix her mouth to say something like that? Reno had spanked that ass of Trina’s many times, but it was always during heavy sex, never during some heavy fight. And for Fran to even suggest such a thing said more about Fran, Trina decided, than it would ever say about her.

  “Trust me,” she said to her sister-in-law. “I’m not afraid of any beat down.”

  At least not in the physical sense, she thought to herself.

  Reno leaned back in the executive chair behind his desk and stared at Lee Jones. Lee was not only his chief operating officer, but he was his friend. That was why Reno stared at him. They had been working on the logistics for a weeklong stay by the heir to the British throne, and Reno wanted no hiccups. They reviewed every second of the itinerary with excruciating detail. All until Reno was satisfied that every contingency was in place and easily implemented. And then this.

  “Why would you ask me something like that?” he asked his right hand man.

  “There are rumors going around---”

  “Fuck rumors! You know I wouldn’t do that to you. Yes, I’m returning as CEO and Chai
rman of the board, but you’re now my chief operating officer, and you’ll remain in that position.”

  “So the day to day will remain with my office and not with Trina’s?”

  “With your office,” Reno made clear. “Trina has returned as president of PaLargio, Inc. and she’ll remain in that position. But I’m not giving her or anybody else your job. You just got it yourself.” Lee smiled. “And I for damn sure don’t want it. So worrying about some unfounded rumors is ridiculous, Lee. You know me better than that.”

  Lee sighed relief and stood to his feet, closing the Royal visit manifest he had just reviewed with Reno. “I just wanted to know where I stood, that’s all. I expected to be moved from CEO when you returned to Vegas, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted Trina installed as COO, too.”

  “I don’t. She’s got enough to do as president of this outfit. I don’t need her running the day to day operations too.”

  Then the intercom buzzed announcing that Reno’s son was there to see him.

  “Send him in,” Reno replied and then released the button. Then he looked at Lee, who was now standing in front of his desk. “How’s he working out?”

  “He’s smart, Reno. He picks up really quickly. And he seems to enjoy shadowing me.”

  “Good,” Reno said as the door opened and Jimmy Mack, with Dirty following, entered the spacious office. “That’s why I want him to continue to shadow you. You’re a nuts and bolts man. I want him to learn the inner workings of this place from the best. And you’re the best, Leonard.”

  Lee smiled at how Reno loved to jab him by mentioning his full first name. “Thanks, Dominic,” Lee replied, returning the favor.

  “Hi, Pop,” Jimmy Mack said, as he headed toward the desk. “Hey, Lee.”

  “That’s Mr. Jones to you,” Reno said.

  “But he told me to call him Lee.”

  “That’s Mr. Jones to you,” Reno said again and looked his steely blues eyes at his son.

  Jimmy swallowed hard. A part of him was still very terrified of Reno. “Hello, Mr. Jones,” he said to Lee.