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

by Monroe, Mallory

  Trina was astounded. “But why would you go through with it?”

  “Why do you think? And don’t look at me like that! I told you I’m not playing with these fuckers anymore. They want to fuck with me then I’m fucking them back! I’m tired of this shit, Tree. I’m tired of playing these games with these people. I could have lost you behind her bullshit!”

  Trina rubbed his arm. She fully understood his anger. It had angered her, too. She dropped her objections.

  On his cell phone, Reno told the cops to wait two hours and then raid Cheri’s house. He told them where to look when they raided it. And then he killed the call.

  Trina was staring at him the entire time. After he tossed his cell phone onto his desk, she smiled. “So,” she said, nodding her head, “does this mean Reno’s back?”

  Reno smiled, too. “Like a motherfucker,” he said, and then took her by the hand. “Now come on.” He began escorting her out of his office.

  “Where are we going?”

  “All of this sex talk has made me awfully horny.”

  “Reno, when are you not horny?”

  “Whenever I’m not with you. Which, fortunately for us, this isn’t one of those times. Come on.”

  And he all but ran her upstairs with him.

  As soon as the door of the penthouse closed, he leaned her against it and began kissing her passionately. Her back was to the door as all of his hunger for her came pouring out. His mouth couldn’t get enough of her mouth and then his mouth slipped down her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her breasts.

  And he had himself another feast, sucking on them and kissing them and taking his hand and caressing them. He looked Trina in her eyes.

  “I love you so much,” he said, as he fondled her. “There’s no other woman I could ever want more than I want you.”

  Trina smiled. “I know,” she said, and kissed him.

  Soon, he was kissing her again. And his passion was hot and heavy again.

  In the kitchen inside the penthouse, Jimmy Mack was putting the mayo back into the Frig. He had come over, on his lunch break, to check on his parents. But neither one of them had been at home. So he went into the kitchen and prepared himself a sandwich. He had no idea that Reno and Trina had returned until he took a big bite of his sandwich and headed out of the kitchen. He rounded the corridor, walked through the dining room, and entered the living area.

  He stopped in his tracks when he saw his father, with Trina against the door, fucking the shit out of her. Her legs were being held up by Reno, Reno’s pants and briefs were down to his ankles, and he was pumping Trina so hard that his ass was shaking.

  Jimmy Mack immediately turned back around, and hurried back into the kitchen.

  He leaned against the kitchen door stunned by what he’d just witnessed. But then he smiled. He had thought his parents might be on their way to divorce court after their big fight last night. Now it was looking more like paradise again. Which pleased him. It pleased him mightily.

  He looked up, and then he pointed up. “Thanks,” he said, relieved, and found his way out of the penthouse’s back side exit.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Christmas morning turned out to be a warm December day and Jimmy Mack couldn’t believe Reno and Tree wouldn’t get on up. He had their gift waiting for them, and he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. But they wouldn’t get up. He went to their bedroom door again, peeped in, but they were still asleep. Jimmy had wanted to wake them up himself, but he wasn’t that bold. Besides, his father worked so many hours that he perhaps hadn’t gone to bed all that long ago and needed his rest. So he closed the door, went back into the living room, and waited.

  Not long after, however, Reno did stir awake. He turned over, saw Trina sleeping beside him, and smiled. Remarkably, his smile seemed to awaken her.

  “Good morning,” he said when her stirring stopped and her big hazel eyes finally opened.

  She smiled too. “Good morning.”

  “Merry Christmas, darling.”

  “Merry Christmas?” Trina asked. “But where’s my diamonds and furs and cars?”

  Reno laughed. “Now, Tree, you know that is not the meaning of Christmas.”

  “I know. I know Jesus is the reason for the season.”

  “There ya’ go,” Reno said. “But if you want any of those things then, hey, we can talk.”

  “Talk?” Trina asked, playing with him. “Why we gotta talk? Why can’t you just go and get every gift I named and hand them to me?”

  “Because I know you’re playing, that’s why,” Reno said, pulling her into his arms. Then he looked sidelong at her. “You are playing, right?”

  Trina grinned and pushed him playfully. “Of course I’m playing, boy! I have everything I need.”

  Reno touched her naked and ever-expanding belly. “You know I do, Tree. You know I do.”

  And then he leaned over and kissed her. It was a peck, but then another one followed. And then another one. And then Trina shook her head. Why did he have to do a thing like that, she thought amusingly, as she was certain what was coming next.

  And sure enough, Reno’s kisses to her mouth moved lower, to her breasts. And then slowly but surely he grabbed hold of his dick and began to guide it toward her entryway. He rubbed her outer folds and strummed on her clit. He did this repeatedly as he sucked her breasts. Trina relaxed to his treatment and wrapped her arms around him. This was what she called an excellent wake up call.

  And then he plunged in.

  “Ah,” he said when he made the plunge. The feel of friction whenever he first entered Tree always made him moan. Trina felt his expansion and moaned too. And soon they found their rhythm.

  Another hour and they were showered, dressed, and entering the living area.

  “It’s about damn time!” Jimmy said, grinning as he said it. When they saw Tommy Gabrini, Reno’s first cousin and best friend, standing by the fireplace, they both couldn’t believe it.

  “Tommy!” Trina said, hurrying to him.

  “Merry Christmas!” Jimmy said, proud of himself. “You had no clue, did you, Pop?”

  “No clue?” Reno asked as he, too, hurried to welcome Tommy. He was just standing at the fireplace grinning, looking so debonair in his yellow cardigan that even Trina, who had Reno, was impressed.

  “Hey, babe,” Tommy said, hugging her. “How’s my favorite girl?”

  Trina knew better than that. But she smiled just the same.

  Reno shook Tommy’s hand, and then hugged him, too. “What in the world brings you to Vegas?” he asked his cousin. Then he turned to his son. “Why didn’t you tell us Uncle Tommy was here?”

  “It would have spoiled the surprise,” Jimmy said.

  “What surprise?” Reno asked.

  “It appears that the surprise,” Tommy said with a smile, “is yours truly. I’m your Christmas gift, Reno.”

  Reno wanted to laugh. “My gift?” he asked.

  “From your son to you and Tree, yes,” Tommy responded.

  Reno looked at Jimmy. Jimmy was so proud and full of himself, Reno couldn’t help himself. “You cheapskate!” he said.

  “Cheapskate?” Jimmy asked. “What do you mean?”

  “Just what I said. You’re cheap. Did you pay for Tommy to come here?”

  “Pay for him to come?”

  “Yes, Jimmy Mack! Well, did you?”

  “Why, no,” Jimmy said, confused. “Uncle Tommy has his own plane.”

  “Exactly,” Reno said, enjoying this. “Did you pay for the fuel for that plane?”

  “Well, no, sir, but I--”

  “What about the pilot?”

  Again it was a no. “No,” Jimmy said.

  “What about Uncle Tommy’s valuable time? He has a lot of business interests around this country. He’s losing a lot of time and money coming here. Did you agree to compensate him for his time and revenue lost?”

  Jimmy was flustered. “No,” he said, disheartened.

>   “So this grand Christmas gift you got for me and Tree didn’t cost you a dime?”

  Jimmy was floored. He had never even thought of it that way.

  Tommy and Trina, however, knew Reno well. They were trying hard to suppress their smiles.

  “I didn’t think about it,” Jimmy said. “I just thought it would be neat to have Uncle Tommy---”

  “Neat?” Reno asked, suppressing his own smile. “You thought it would be neat? This so-called gift is going to cost Tommy thousands upon thousands of dollars and you thought it would be neat to call him up and tell him to come on down. At his own expense, of course. And you thought that would be a swell idea?”

  Jimmy was defeated. He looked downright distressed. “Yes, sir,” he said. “I didn’t even consider the cost. I didn’t even think about any of those things. But I should have. All of the money involved! I really should have thought about that. What kind of gift is this? I’m costing Uncle Tommy so much money! What kind of gift is that?”

  Reno couldn’t take it anymore. He laughed. “Come here, you,” he said as he pulled his distressed son into a big bear hug. Trina and Tommy laughed too. “It’s a great gift, Jimmy. And heartfelt. Thank-you, son. Thank-you.”

  Jimmy smiled with great relief, especially when he realized they were all needling him. “I knew how much you and Trina loved Uncle Tommy so I thought it would do you both some good to see him again.”

  “It did us all the good in the world, Jimmy,” Trina said, hugging Jimmy too. “You’re a really good boy. Your mother raised you right.”

  Jimmy beamed. This was his first Christmas without his mother alive and by his side and it was difficult. But it warmed his heart whenever anyone, especially Reno and Tree, said good things about her.

  And then they gathered around the tree, said a prayer of thanks, and then opened the more traditional gifts. Although Reno bought Trina a Cartier watch, and Trina bought Reno a gold necklace, most of the remaining gifts belonged to Jimmy.

  Jimmy was literally a young man in a shoe factory as he opened up every Jordan he could imagine wanting, and jewelry and clothes and cologne and Beats headphones. Jimmy had never had this many gifts before in his entire life.

  Even Tommy was impressed. He looked at Reno and Tree. Reno was leaned back on the sofa, watching his son with such love and pride, and Trina was seated on Reno’s lap, leaned back against Reno’s chest, beaming with love too. This was what Tommy wanted. This kind of warmth and tenderness and love. But then he smiled.

  “That’s it?” he asked as Jimmy opened his last gift.

  “Yeah, why?” Reno asked.

  “What do you mean why?” Tommy asked. “Where’s my gift? I bring you me, and you give me nothing in return?”

  Reno laughed. “Man, get the fuck out of here!” he said with a smile. Trina was laughing too.

  “I’m serious,” Tommy said. “I flew all the way here, gift-wrapped myself and everything, and you don’t give me anything at all? After I flew all this way gift-wrapped?”

  “And you can fly your gift-wrapped ass right back, too,” Reno joked.

  Jimmy, however, realized his blunder. He had completely forgotten about a gift for Tommy. He had to think fast. And then he smiled.

  “Stop worrying, Uncle Tommy,” Jimmy finally said after thinking about it. “Your gifts are right there.”

  Tommy looked where Jimmy was pointing. Jimmy was pointing at Reno and Tree.

  “Oh, hell nall!” Tommy said, and Reno and Trina fell out laughing.

  Then Trina realized her bladder was too weak to handle this much fun. She hurried to the bathroom.

  “You act as if we aren’t worthy gifts,” Reno, still laughing, said to his cousin.

  “You aren’t!” Tommy shot back. “I want some Air Jordans, too! And jewelry and clothes. But I get you and Tree? This is some bullshit here!”

  Reno couldn’t stop laughing. This had to be the best Christmas he’d ever had.

  Until he heard that blood-curling scream.

  It was Trina.

  In the bathroom.

  Reno knocked the box of Jordans out of Jimmy’s hand, as he ran to see about his wife.

  He wasn’t great but at least she wasn’t alone. That was the conclusion Jazz had made when she invited Nathan over to her fancy hotel room, a room Trina was sponsoring. Her ex-boyfriend Nathan had an old lady now, but all Jazz had to do was give him a phone call, promise him some ass, and he came running like a lap dog. Nobody did him like she did him, and she knew it. Although she was never all that crazy about his swag.

  He was sweaty and on top of her, still pumping on her, but it was going nowhere with her. She liked the idea of having sex with Nathan than the actual act. It had always been that way. And today was no exception. Especially since she had Reno on her mind.

  “Nate,” she said as he pumped on her.

  “What?”

  “If there’s somebody you wanna get rid of, how much will it cost?”

  Nathan smiled. Looked at her. “You’re crazy, girl. Why you always talking that crazy shit?”

  “I’m just asking. You know all kinds of shady characters. How much would one of them charge?”

  “To ice somebody?”

  “Yeah.”

  Nathan knew she was kidding, but he played along. Anything to keep this good feeling going. “Depends on who it is,” he said.

  “Reno Gabrini,” Jazz said without stuttering.

  Nathan laughed. “What? You’re out of your fucking mind! Reno Gabrini? Girl, you shouldn’t even play like that! Reno Gabrini? Seriously? You’re kidding.” Then, when Jazz didn’t immediately disavow it, he looked serious. “You are kidding. Right?”

  Jazz realized she had let her bitterness show a little too much, especially to a man like Nathan who was too small and narrow minded to even consider going after big fish. “His wife is my best friend,” she said. “What do you think?”

  Then she smiled. “I knew it would get a rise out of you. In more ways than one.”

  Nathan laughed, especially as his dick began to expand again.

  “Now cut the conversation and put it on me like I’ve never had it on me before!”

  “Well, all right,” Nathan said greedily and Jazz held on as he pounded her harder.

  But Reno was on her mind. She could have been at the PaLargio, living it up, if it wasn’t for him. She could have eased her way back as Trina’s best friend if it wasn’t for him. She was beginning to believe that the day Trina met Reno was the day the good life ended for Jazz. It was irrational, and on some level she knew that it was. But she couldn’t help how she felt.

  And right now, as Nathan gave her nothing more than a warm, naked body to hold onto, she felt like fucking Reno up. That was how she truly felt. More and more each day.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  The doors to the hospital slid open and the gurney carrying Trina was hoisted in by the paramedics. Dr. Paxon, who had been notified, met them at the entrance. With a team of medical professionals at his side, he took over the gurney and rushed Trina to a back room. She was the wife of the owner of the PaLargio, which put her on the A-list. Which meant that the chief of obstetrics was also waiting for her.

  Reno, Tommy and Jimmy Mack entered just behind them, and were immediately stopped by the nursing staff and told that they would have to go to the waiting area.

  Reno kept looking past the nurses and kept his eyes on the gurney that carried his wife. He kept looking as the doctors threw the covers off of her and exposed her baby bump. He kept looking as the gurney turned a corner, and then disappeared. Tommy and Jimmy were worried. They knew nothing about pregnancies, and Reno knew next to nothing, but they knew enough to know that a pregnant lady wasn’t supposed to bleed. They were very worried. Reno’s big blue eyes, however, were terrified.

  They waited in the waiting room for nearly two hours. It was a wonder Reno didn’t pace a hole into the floor. Tommy sat quietly, with his legs crossed, his face, his hair, his general
demeanor unruffled. Jimmy, too, was holding up well, although he was constantly looking at his father and wondering if he was going to be all right. Mainly because Reno didn’t look as if he was. He was a nervous wreck and wasn’t trying to pretend to be anything else. When he saw that blood, and that look of horror on Trina’s face, he nearly buckled.

  But he didn’t. He yelled for Jimmy to call 911 and for Tommy to help him get Trina to the floor. And he held her there. She was crying and terrified, too, but he held her and didn’t stop telling her that everything was going to be all right. Now he was praying that he was telling her the truth.

  “Mr. Gabrini,” a familiar voice said and Reno and everybody else turned to the sound. It was Bob Paxon. Reno hurried to him.

  “How is she?” Reno asked. “Is she going to be okay?”

  “The baby is going to be just fine. There was some bleeding, yes, but there was no spontaneous termination.”

  “Trina,” Reno said. “I’m talking about my wife. How is Trina?”

  “Oh,” Bob said. “Yes, of course. She’s fine, too,” he said as if it went without saying, and Reno finally exhaled. Tommy and Jimmy did too.

  “Can I see her, Doc?” Reno asked.

  The doctor said that he could.

  Fran parked her BMW in the no-parking zone at the hospital’s entrance, tidied her makeup in the car’s rearview mirror, and then stepped out and slowly walked through the entrance doors. She wore leper print pants that made her look fat as hell, Dirty thought, but he didn’t follow her to criticize her. He and his posse had been trolling around Vegas in a beat up Ford, keeping a low profile in case Reno still had his dogs out even on Christmas day, when he saw his wife’s BMW blow through a red light. Since no security appeared to be on her tail, he and his friends followed her. And they ended up here, at the hospital.

  A million thoughts ran through Dirty’s head. She was visiting a friend. That could be it. But Fran was never that kind of friend. It had to be family to get her to go inside a hospital, or some sickness that had her in pain. Since she looked fine to Dirty, even after the beating he had put on her, he assumed it was family. Meaning Reno. Which pleased Dirty no end. Had some bastard finally put Reno in the ground, he wondered. Had some wise guy finally got the job done? Was his days of running now over?