He tried to calm back down. “You’re a smart, gorgeous, independent woman who speaks her mind freely. And I love that about you. But you don’t run this. You have got to understand that. You’re my best advisor. You’re the one I trust most to give it to me straight. But I have to make the final decision when that decision is about protecting you and Jimmy and Dominic. That call is mine to make, not the other fucking way around! You can’t tell me shit when it comes to doing what I have to do to protect this family because you can’t go there! When a fucker has to be killed, who’s gonna make that call? You? Well, would you?” Reno shook her as he asked her. “You’ve got plenty of answers tonight, so answer that!”
But Trina couldn’t. Because she fully understood what Reno meant. She was his partner, but eventually somebody had to make the call. What he did tonight with Ashley and Cooper was his call to make. Tears began to appear in her eyes.
“Oh, Tree,” Reno said, pulling her into his arms, her butt still in flames from his beating, but her heart understanding fully what he meant. Reno would sacrifice Ashley and Cooper and ten more like them to protect his family. And she had to understand that.
“I don’t ever want it to be up to you,” he said as he held her. “You don’t have that killer instinct, and I don’t want you to ever need to have it. You get it, don’t you, Tree?”
Trina nodded her head. She looked at him. “Yes,” she said. But the sadness in her eyes broke Reno’s heart.
“You didn’t marry a meek and mild school teacher, babe,” he said. “I wish you would have, but you didn’t. You married me. And when it comes to protecting me and mine, not a more ruthless sonafabitch has ever been born.”
Trina studied him. She always knew of Reno’s ruthlessness on a metaphysical level, but hearing Reno say it caused her to shiver. And it caused Reno to pull her into his arms again. Reno lifted her up to sit her back on his lap, but when he inadvertently touched her red hot bottom, she winced. And was reminded that even when it came to her, there was such a thing as pushing Reno too far.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Early that next morning, Trina woke up alone in bed. At first she was about to turn over and get more sleep. It wasn’t as if she was unaccustomed to Reno working so late that he sometimes didn’t come home at all. She was, in fact, too accustomed to that. But then she remembered what had happened last night and she quickly looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was now three a.m. When she last saw Reno he had received a phone call and had to leave. He ordered her and Jimmy to remain in the penthouse until he returned.
She hadn’t heard from him since.
She got out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe. Her butt from his spanking was still a little sore, but just the reminder of it kept her sober. Reno had said a mouthful last night. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw him that angry. If she wasn’t willing to get down and dirty with the bad boys, he all but said, then she’d better not pretend to be down like that. Going easy on people who were out to destroy you was a fool’s game, and he had to be in charge because he knew how to play that game. Trina knew how to play it too, but not for keeps the way it sometimes had to be played. But that, in Reno’s mind, meant you had no business playing at all.
She placed the robe on her naked body and began heading for the front of the house. She never used to sleep in the nude before she married Reno, but now she rarely slept in clothes. It was mainly because she found it more comfortable to sleep in the buff, but also because most morning when she woke up, Reno would manage to have her gown up to her neck, or her pajama pants down to her ankle, and with a certain member of his person resting deep inside of her. Since she ended up pretty well nude anyway, she began to stop bothering dressing only to be undressed.
She made her way to the Nursery first. Jimmy was fast asleep in the bed with his baby brother in his arms. Trina leaned against the doorjamb and watched Reno’s two sons. The one she birthed and Jimmy Mack, birthed by a woman from Reno’s past. And she loved them both as if they both were her own. Especially Jimmy, who she felt was going to need that love the most. Because he was so much like Reno! But where Reno learned how to handle his ruthlessness, she was worried sick that Jimmy didn’t have that nuance in his personality. He would just be ruthless.
She said a prayer for Jimmy and Dominic as she stood in the doorway. “Lord, keep a hedge of protection around them,” she prayed.
And then she went searching for her man.
But he wasn’t there. Which meant, at three a.m., he was still out and about who knows where. She walked around their penthouse apartment remembering when they first got married and how much she hated this part of their life. Reno was a workaholic and would stay out all night many nights. She used to go out searching for him, determined not to be any man’s fool, but would always find him in one lounge or another inside the PaLargio, or in his own office, hard at work. Over time she stopped even bothering hunting him down. She grew to trust him. So far, he proved that her trust was not misplaced.
So she decided to trust that he knew what he was doing tonight, and headed back to bed. But just as she entered the bedroom, she saw something different in her periphery. The French doors in the bedroom that led to the balcony were slightly opened, which she knew, when she first went to bed, wasn’t the case. She therefore walked over to the doors and looked out. Reno, to her great relief, was seated on the lounger, still dressed in the same clothes, staring out at the early morning Vegas skyline.
She pulled her robe tighter and walked over to the rail. It was summertime in Vegas but the night breeze gave off a night chill. She glanced back at Reno. He was still staring straight ahead.
“Been out here long?”
“Not long, no.”
“Been home long?”
“No.”
“Where were you?”
There was no response. As Trina expected.
She turned to face him. “Why don’t you come to bed?” she asked.
“Where’s Jimmy?” he asked her.
“He wanted to go to his apartment since you were taking so long to get back, but I told him you said to wait here so he’d better wait here. He’s asleep in the Nursery with Dominic.”
Reno nodded. “Good. We keep him under our thumb for now.”
Trina looked at her husband with a worrying glare. “Why?” she asked him. “What’s happening?”
It was only then did Trina realize Reno was smoking. He doused the ash into a tray on the side table. He only smoked, she knew, when he was royally stressed. “What is it, Reno?” she asked again.
“Tony Tufarna is back on the scene.”
Trina frowned. “Who’s Tony Tufarna?”
Reno looked at Trina. He suddenly realized that she had no idea about that part of his past. But she needed to know, especially if the intel is right. He therefore reached out his hand to her. She went to him and sat on the lounger, partially on his lap. They were both in the lounge position. He placed his hand around her waist and intertwined his white fingers with her black ones.
“Tony’s mother used to own this place,” he said. “Tony ran it, but his mother owned it. Her name was Miss E. Elena. She was a good woman with a big heart. I was still a kid when she hired me as her general manager.”
“She hired you?”
“Right.”
“Although you said Tony was running the place.”
“Right.”
“Why would she hire you, especially if you were just a kid?”
“I was a cocky kid, and she liked that.” Reno also remembered how he turned down her request to be her bed partner, and she liked that too. But he wasn’t going to defame her character by mentioning it.
“I take it Tony didn’t like the fact that his mother went over his head.”
“He didn’t like that particular executive decision on his mother’s part at all. He also didn’t like the fact that his mother and I eventually became something more than friends.”
Trina hesitated. Her
fingers gripped his tighter. “You mean you and she were lovers?”
Reno looked at her. From the side he could see the texture of her smooth brown skin. He kissed it. “Yes,” he said.
“So this Tony was much younger than you, or---?”
“No. He was older.”
“So what are you saying? You were like her boy toy?”
“You know better than that.”
“But you did end up with the place, now come on, Reno. I’m not that far off base.”
“You’re way off base if you think I would have prostituted myself to get this place. It would have been cursed if I would have gotten it that way.”
Trina’s heart warmed again. That was what she loved most about Reno. His sense of rightness. He had to do some crazy-ass shit in this life, and Trina was well aware of that, but he never started the craziness. He had to finish it too many times. But he never started it.
“What happened to Miss E?” Trina asked.
“She died in a car accident and Tony fired me the day he told me the news.”
“He fired you? Why? Because she had hired you?”
“Because I kicked his ass. Here he was telling me that Elena was dead, and all he could think to do was gloat that I failed in my attempt to marry her and win control of the PaLargio. He was really a sick bastard.”
Reno hesitated, thinking about that awful time. “But a fool and his hotel doesn’t stay together long, and he eventually lost it all. As I had suspected he would. I had friends in high places who backed my bid for ownership, and I purchased the PaLargio when it went into receivership. Eventually I paid back all of my sugar daddies.” Reno and Trina smiled at that reference. “And the rest, as they say, is history.”
Reno smiled weakly at the reference and pressed the side button on the side table. Metal shutters that enclosed the balcony began to rise. Trina remembered how Reno used to jokingly refer to those shutters as fuck shades. Which meant, Trina knew, that that was exactly what they were about to do. Her vagina began to tingle.
“So what happened to this Tony person?” she asked him after the shutters fully enclosed them.
Reno untied his robe and opened it, revealing a gorgeously sculptured body and a gorgeously thick dick. “He went broke, of course, and from what I’ve heard he ended up in Kentucky of all places, but I really didn’t keep up. That was over a decade ago.”
Trina reached down and began to massage Reno’s penis. Reno leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
“But he’s back?” Trina asked.
“He’s back,” Reno said.
Trina’s heart began to tighten. “What does he want?”
Reno untied her robe and opened it. “What he lost I imagine,” he said as he began to massage her breasts.
“Does he also want the person, in his mind, who caused him to lose it?”
Reno groaned at her wonderful massage. He was always impressed with her quickness. “Right,” he said and doused his ash in the tray.
Trina looked at him as she rubbed on him. “What are we gonna do?”
“We aren’t going to do anything. You’re going to raise our children and help run the PaLargio and do your boutique business thing with Gemma. I’m going to catch that motherfucker and pin his balls up to the entrance of this place if he thinks he can fuck with me. I’m not worried about him.”
“But?”
Reno paused, causing Trina to pause too. “But I am worried about his methods,” he admitted.
“You mean the fact that he’s not coming directly at you, but tried to set up your son?”
“Right. He’s underhanded with this shit, which means it’s no spur of the moment, fly by night situation. Which complicates the situation. Nothing I can’t handle, but it complicates it.”
Then Reno opened Trina’s legs and began rubbing her folds. And as soon as he went there, she and he both knew time for talk was over.
She removed his robe and then completely removed her own. She moved on top of him and straddled him backwards. She leaned forward with her ass in his face. Then she began sucking his dick with that care and expertise Reno adored. Trina sucked, not as if she was sucking some lollipop, but as if she was sucking the juicy part of a fat steak, or a barbecue rib. She sucked as if she was sucking the main course of a gourmet dish, not the dessert.
He rubbed her still sore ass cheeks as she sucked, and he leaned his head back as her expert mouth forced him to not even attempt to pleasure her. Not yet. He first had to take this moment and relax to her touch. Trina was his stress reliever. She knew how to do him. And tonight, as his life began to feel as if it was tipping toward craziness, he needed somebody who knew what to do.
“Oh, Tree,” he said as her mouth continued to pacify his erection. He stretched out his legs as her tongue moved down and began to lick his balls. “Oh, baby!” It felt so good to him.
And then he looked at her ass pushed up and in his face. It was such a firm, round mound with that dark brown skin he loved to feel and admire. And he was feeling her up good. He was squeezing and rubbing and kissing her. He even took his tongue and licked between her cheeks. This was his baby, and he wanted every inch of her.
His hands pushed open her cheeks and he began licking her folds. She licked him and he licked her and both of them felt the sensations to their very core. Trina almost wanted to stop pleasuring him to take in the full pleasure he was giving her, but she had grown so accustomed to Reno’s taste that she was now beginning to crave it. She couldn’t stop licking him, and taking him in full, even if she wanted to.
Inside the penthouse, Jimmy was now awake and looking for his father. He had to know if Ashley was okay and what became of Coop. He tried to call them both, but their phones were turned off, and then he remembered that his father’s goons had undoubtedly taken their phones. The idea that his father would do something terrible to his friends angered more than scared him. They weren’t the kind of people Reno was making them out to be, and he had to make his father understand that.
He hurried for his parents’ bedroom. The bedroom door was opened and neither were in bed. But the door to the balcony was opened. He hurried for the French doors, hoping that they were out there talking and he could join in the conversation. But as soon as he looked out and saw them, he froze. His father was grabbing Trina and pulling her up from a crotched position, where her back was now against his chest. Her perfect black body was on his lap and her legs were gapped wide open. Reno took possession of his fully aroused, big-ass penis and rammed it inside of her vagina as if his dick was on fire and her cunt contained the water.
Jimmy knew he shouldn’t watch, but he couldn’t stop watching. He watched his father fuck Trina. He watched as Reno held her thighs up and continued to push deeper and deeper inside of her. Jimmy watched Trina’s fully aroused breasts bounce with every thrash of his father’s penis. Her hair was flapped around her beautiful face and Reno was going to town on her cunt. Reno was hitting it so hard that Jimmy could see his father’s ass push up from the lounger, over and over, as he thrashed Trina harder and harder. And Trina. She tilted her gorgeous head back and closed her eyes as if Reno was giving her the ride of her life. Jimmy used to have such a crush on her!
But he was thinking about Ashley as he looked at Trina. It was his big dick in her beautiful cunt. It was him and her.
And it was only then, when he realized how he would feel if somebody intruded on him and Ashley, that he backed off. It was only then, when he finally realized that he was intruding into a very private world that he did not belong in, did he force himself to turn his gaze.
His dick was hard as a rock as he left the balcony. He knew he had to hurry to the bathroom to relieve himself. He could still hear Trina groan and his father grunt out every push into her vagina, as he hurried away.
And even when he got in the bathroom, stood at the toilet and pulled out his johnny, all he could think about was Ashley. He jerked and he jerked as he thought about her wonderfully pli
able body. But he couldn’t stop thinking about everything else too. Was Ashley safe? Did his father hit her the way he hit him? He used to believe his father would never in a million years hurt an innocent person. He used to believe there was honor in his father’s thuggery. But he knew better now. He knew better when he saw what his father did to ShoShawna Shanks. Reno didn’t know he saw it, but he saw every second of that hellish scene. And it still haunted his dreams.
After several more jerks, he came. It gushed out right into the toilet. But it was just a hollow release. It was just an emptying out. Because the thought of his father and what he might have done to Ashley, and what he did to ShoShawna Shanks, completely killed the mood.
Reno dribbled the ball from mid-court and then launched it at the three-point line, hitting nothing but net. He grabbed the rebound and tried it again. And again. He was sweating like a big dog in his gym shorts and sweatshirt, and he was alone on the basketball court at his private gym inside the PaLargio.
Jimmy found him there after waking up late in Dommi’s room. He had fallen asleep again when it seemed as if Reno and Trina took forever on that balcony. And when he did wake up, both were gone and Dommi was with Trina. After searching all over the PaLargio, he finally found Reno. In his own little private gym. A gym only Trina and Jimmy had access to.
Jimmy, dressed in jeans and tennis shoes, walked onto the court. “We need to talk, Dad,” he said.
Reno looked at his son and tossed him the ball. “A game first,” he said.
But Jimmy was firm. “I don’t have time for a game,” he said, tossing the ball back.
Reno looked at his son with a chilling look, and then began shooting more hoops. Jimmy knew how stubborn his father could be so he took a seat on the side bench and watched the old man at work.
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