Reno Gabrini: For His Lover (The Mob Boss Series Book 14)

by Mallory Monroe

  Trina looked at him as if he was nuts. “Why am I worrying? No you didn’t ask me that!”

  Reno leaned back and crossed his legs. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it home last night, alright? I’m sorry it happened. But I’m getting tired of your bitching.”

  Trina couldn’t believe it. “My bitching?”

  “Yes, your bitching! My men work all night right alongside me, and their old ladies don’t give them fits the way you’re always giving me.”

  “Their wives can settle for less all they care to. But I’m not going to settle for less, not ever, and our children aren’t going to either. And your behavior isn’t going to make us settle.”

  “I don’t expect you to settle. But you come at me every fucking time I have to work all night. Lighten up some for crying out loud, Tree. You don’t let me get away with shit!”

  “You don’t let me get away with shit either! I work late, not all night, just later than normal, and you come running to my office to see what the problem is. And I call and tell you when I’m working late. It’s no surprise to you. But you have a fit about that anyway. But when you work late, I’m supposed to just accept it? You don’t call, you don’t come. You just do whatever the hell you want to do and expect me to go along with your nonsense. But you’ve got the wrong one, Reno, if you think I’m going along with your crap.”

  “Fuck it then!” Reno said angrily.

  “Then fuck it!” Trina returned the fire.

  Reno uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. He knew what this was about. It was Stephanie again, and the fact that he didn’t tell her anything about her. Until it was almost too late. “Okay, I was wrong,” he said. “I was wrong that I didn’t tell you about Steph, I was wrong for not calling last night, I was wrong. I’ve got to do better, Tree, and I will.”

  Trina didn’t want to let him off that easily. She looked at him. “Why didn’t you come home? What was so important that it took all night?”

  Reno leaned back and ran the back of his hand across his eyes. “Word came down that the Feds plan to pay the PaLargio a surprise visit this week.”

  Trina frowned. “But I thought we concluded that Kapper Cole or Stephanie Deevers or that Andre person contacted the Feds just like Kap Cole contacted the Abuse Registry. I thought we concluded that since their little scheme was out in the open, the Feds would see that tip for what it was worth and call off the raid.”

  “That’s what we thought. But we never had any solid proof for any of those conclusions.”

  “Your inside guy didn’t hear about any change in plans?”

  “Nothing,” Reno said. “And he wasn’t hearing any chatter about the raid still being on either. Then last night, he heard a lot of noise. The raid was not only still on, he told me, but it was going to happen this week. He couldn’t be more specific and give me a hard date, because nobody talked in specifics around there, but he knew it was going to be this week.”

  Trina was floored. “Geez.”

  “I know. I almost panicked myself when I heard the news. Because I know those Fed bastards. That’s why I worked all night. They could show up today for all I know. I had to make sure everything was tight. I made my team go over everything since we last went over everything and then go over everything again.” Then Reno exhaled. Trina could see the strain in his eyes. “I just don’t want to give those assholes a reason,” he added.

  Once Trina put her own anger aside, she felt the heaviness that hung over Reno’s demeanor. He was worried sick that they would try and take his beloved PaLargio away from him, and she wasn’t helping.

  She got up, went over to Reno, and sat on his lap. Reno, pleased beyond measure, pulled her into his arms, and held her like she was his baby. They looked into each other’s eyes.

  “I forgive you,” Trina said. “I guess it couldn’t be helped.”

  “But I still could have phoned,” Reno said.

  Trina nodded. “That’s true. That I don’t excuse. But,” she added, with her hand on the side of his face, “you’re excused. I know you’re only looking out for your family.”

  “And I’ll do better by the kids, Tree. I know I can do better. It’s just tough now that you’re working overtime at Champagne’s, and Lee’s gone.”

  Tree studied him. “You understand why I’m working so hard at Champagne’s, don’t you, Reno? You understand why I haven’t been able to spend that much time working at the PaLargio? I feel as if we’re right on the verge of busting loose. Of being, not just a good boutique, but a great one. Getting this contract with Cousteau could get us there.”

  “I understand that. And I support it. Especially after I had Cousteau thoroughly investigated.”

  Trina looked at him. “You had him investigated?”

  “Hell yeah. You might think he’s the cat’s meow, but I never heard of him. I wanted to make sure he was legit.”

  “And?” Trina asked.

  “He’s legit,” Reno said, and Trina laughed. “He’s a big deal in the fashion industry.”

  “Didn’t I tell you?” Trina reminded him.

  “You told me. But you’re my baby,” Reno said, looking into her gorgeous hazel eyes. “I had to find out for myself.”

  Trina stared at Reno. He could do better by her and their children in the time management department, but he was far and away the best man ever in his devotion to them and love for them. Two out of three ain’t bad, Trina thought.

  “So I understand why you’re working so hard,” Reno said, pulling her closer. “But that doesn’t mean I like it any more than you like it when I overwork too.”

  Trina smiled. Decided to needle him. “It’s always all about you, isn’t it? You always find a way to make yourself the victim.”

  “What are you talking?” Reno said with a smile of his own. And then he began staring lustfully at her mouth. “I don’t always find a way to make myself the victim.”

  “Yes you do!” Trina reiterated.

  Reno continued to stare at her beautiful mouth. “And you always find a way to make yourself so damn attractive,” he said.

  “Attractive?” Trina asked. “Who? Little ol’ me?”

  Reno, however, wasn’t smiling anymore. He began moving toward her mouth. “That’s right,” he said. “Little ol’ you.” And he kissed her with a searing kiss.

  When they stopped kissing, Reno began unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. “Reno, not here,” Trina said, stopping him. “Oprah and your flight crew may be up front and can’t hear us, but there’s nothing wrong with their eyes. They can see us.”

  “Last I looked,” Reno said, “I have a bedroom in this joint.”

  Trina smiled. “Last I looked, I actually saw that the bedroom was still in this joint.”

  “Then get your ass up so I can take you in that bedroom and,” Reno began saying, even as Trina was already getting up. But he didn’t finish his sentence. He stood up instead.

  “And what?” Trina asked mischievously. “I got my ass up so you can take me into that bedroom. What do you plan to do with me there, Reno? Dance a jig with me? Sing me goodbye?”

  “Fuck you goodbye,” Reno responded, taking her hand and escorting her to the bedroom. “You’re going to be the one doing all the singing and dancing,” he added with a grin.

  Trina grinned too, looked to make sure her staff didn’t hear all of their nonsense, as Reno opened and then closed the bedroom door behind them.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  They were both naked, in the bed on Reno’s plane, and he was between her legs eating her with the smacking sounds of a man who knew what hunger meant. Trina was on her back, squeezing the sheets as he went down on her, and all she could think about was how even more intense it was going to feel when he put that big cock inside of her.

  But Reno wasn’t ready for his cock action yet. He was still enjoying his tongue action. He was still licking her between her folds with those slow, prodding licks she loved, and then eating her with a wide grab whene
ver her vaginal juices oozed. Reno craved Trina’s smell. He craved her taste. He looked at beautiful women all day long and would get a hard on, but his mind wasn’t thinking about them. He could only think about how badly he wanted to take that hard cock and put it inside of Trina. He could only think about how badly he wanted to spread her on the bed, and mouth fuck her senseless.

  He was mouth fucking her senseless. He knew she was at that point now because, instead of simply moaning and moving her legs, she was moving her entire body now. She was sitting up and laying back down as he did her. She was grabbing his hair, and letting go, and squeezing the sheets, and letting go, as he opened her legs as wide as they could go, lifted her ass, and ate her mercilessly. She was about to have an orgasm. And he didn’t stop. He let her cum.

  But as soon as she began to climax, he moved his body up her body and put his cock inside of her. Right as she was feeling the sensations that her orgasms made her feel, he entered her.

  “Reno!” she cried, as she held onto his body and he fucked her as she came. He was giving her the kind of orgasm she feared. Because of the intensity of it. Because of the way he was moving deeper and deeper inside of her, scraping it against her walls and hitting all of her erogenous zones, and then moving in and out. She was crying his name without regard to anybody on that plane, as he fucked her.

  Reno knew they were loud. He knew he was putting it on her. But he couldn’t stop because she was putting it on him too. Every time he moved in deeper, she tightened around his rod harder. Every time he scraped her wall, she pulsated against his rod with a vibrancy that electrified him. And forced him to do her harder.

  As if that wasn’t enough for Trina to bear, he began sucking her breasts as he did her. Trina felt as if she was in a different dimension when he took her there. She pushed her body up against his, trying to fight her own climax because it was so intense, but only adding to the intensity.

  Reno fucked and sucked her with such heightened feelings of love and need that he felt as if he was cumming the entire time. Until that feeling changed into something even more palpable. Until that feeling hit him like a sledge hammer and he suddenly stopped, pushed as far into her as he could go, and let out a shriek of joy. He ejaculated into her so forcefully that it caused him to bend his body forward. It was too intense for even him to bear! He couldn’t stroke another stroke. He couldn’t push another second. All he could do was cum.

  Afterwards, as Reno dressed, Trina remained in bed. She was unable to move a muscle, let alone get up, and she wasn’t going to try. She had work to do, but she also had a long flight ahead of her: nearly a six hour flight. She was resting for now.

  But Reno had no choice. He got up and dressed so that the plane could leave. Then he looked at her. She was lying on her side, with only a sheet to cover her sleek, naked body. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She had the most expressive face he’d ever seen. The kind of face that was soft with compassion but hard with common sense and don’t even try it street smarts. They’d been through a lot together. They argued and fought like sailors sometimes. But in the end they always came together. In the end it was always going to be Reno and Trina against the world. He walked over to her, knelt down, and kissed her on her lips.

  When they stopped kissing, he placed his hand on the side of her smooth, brown face. Her hazel eyes smiled at him. “I want you to enjoy yourself,” he said to her. “You work too hard, and every time I get you in bed I work you too hard.” Both of them smiled. “But you deserve a break, Tree. You like fashion and all of that shit. Enjoy yourself.”

  Trina loved how Reno always placed her interest ahead of his own. She knew how he hated her to leave town. She knew how out of sorts he became whenever she wasn’t around. But he always put her first. “I will,” she said. “Thanks, Reno.”

  He kissed her goodbye, told her that he loved her, and made his way toward the front.

  “Where’s Mrs. Gabrini?” Oprah, the least politically correct person on board, asked. The flight crew had to suppress their smiles.

  “She’s resting,” Reno said with a straight face, said his goodbyes, and got off of the plane. As soon as he got off, the crew looked at Oprah, Oprah looked at the crew, and they all broke down in laughter.

  Reno sat in his car and waited for the plane to leave. He sat there as they taxied and flew away. He was satisfied that what he and Trina experienced in that bedroom would hold them both until they were together again. He had a ferocious sexual appetite, and was constantly around beautiful women. He needed that reassurance. But the idea of being without her for an entire week depressed him as he watched the plane, and his lover, disappear into the clouds.

  After the plane was out of sight, Reno cranked up and drove off. He began heading back to the PaLargio. But he was missing Trina already. She made their family complete, even when she was bitching and moaning like she was when he first boarded the plane. But she was the glue that held their family together.

  And as he thought about family, he thought about how right Trina was. He needed to do better by his family. He only seemed to see Trina these days when he had her on her back and was fucking her, or when she was complaining about how little they saw each other. And it was even worse when it came to their kids. Trina was right about that too. He rarely saw his children. He used to love to lift them into his arms and smell their scent that was uniquely their own. He missed Sophie’s laughter and Dommi’s convoluted tales of woe. He hadn’t spent appreciable time with them in weeks.

  He looked at his Rolex. It was 11:05. Dom would be sitting down to lunch right about now at school. And Reno smiled. He could swing over there, have lunch with his son, and then head to the office. If the Feds arrived at the PaLargio before he got back, his staff knew how to get in touch with him. Besides, he thought with an even greater smile as he completed a U-turn, Dom would get a big kick out of seeing him today. Dom was going to be shocked.

  But when Reno arrived at the school and saw his son in the school’s cafeteria, it was Reno who was shocked. He stood there, amazed by the view. Dominic Gabrini, Jr., his ten-year-old son, was standing on the top of the lunch table, his eyes shielded by a pair of Reno’s sunglasses, playing an air guitar. He was also singing some hardcore rock song so loud that Reno could hear him over the entire chatter of children voices in the massive cafeteria. Dominic Gabrini, Jr., Reno’s beloved son, one of only a handful of black kids in the entire school, showing his black behind.

  The other kids at his table were laughing feverishly at his antics. They loved Dommi’s fearlessness. The teachers were ignoring his antics, they were accustomed to Dommi’s fearlessness and gave up trying to correct him long ago. And Reno was so angry with his son, and so angry that he was allowed to get away with it, that he had to wait to control himself before he went in that direction.

  But when he went in that direction and Dommi saw him coming, Dommi’s adorable face turned into a stare of horror. He was so stunned, and so horrified, that he just stood there, his air guitar in mid-pluck. He didn’t have any quick comebacks. He didn’t have any sharp wit. He was busted.

  “Get your ass down from there now!” Reno ordered angrily even before he made it all the way to the table. The children, who had witnessed the wrath of Mr. Gabrini in the past, stopped laughing when he arrived. And Dommi, realizing just how busted he was, came to his senses lightening quick, fell onto his rump, and then rolled off of the table onto his feet. Dommi’s teacher, a small lady with a narrow face, also heard Reno’s profanity-laced order, and hurried over. The principal, who was in the cafeteria but a little farther away, but had heard Reno’s booming voice, hurried over too.

  “Mr. Gabrini, good morning,” the teacher said, as she attempted to cut him off at the pass.

  “Daddy, what are you doing here?” Dommi, attempting to recover his swag, asked as his father approached.

  But Reno wasn’t about to answer his son’s questions, and he ignored the teacher. “Get your ass over here,”
Reno ordered Dommi.

  “Ah, Mr. Gabrini,” the teacher said as she made her way beside him. “Mr. Gabrini?”

  But Reno’s total focus was on his son. He snatched those shades off of his face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked him.

  “Sir!” the teacher said, this time appalled. “I absolutely must caution you about your language, sir!”

  Reno finally looked at the teacher. And he was equally appalled, but for a very different reason. “My language?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.” She attempted that fake smile he hated, the kind that was laced more with fear and contempt than joy. “Children are present. I would ask you to watch your language.”

  “My language?” Reno asked. “You didn’t give a fuck about my son dancing on that lunch table, endangering himself, but you’re worried about my language? Get the fuck out of my face!”

  The teacher, horrified, moved back just as the principal arrived. “Mr. Gabrini. So nice to see you again, sir.”

  “Did you see my son dancing on that table?” Reno asked the principal.

  “Ah, no-no, sir.”

  “Yes, you did,” Dommi said. “You told me get down the first time I got up there.”

  Reno looked at Dommi. “Then why did you get up there again if he told you to get down?”

  Dommi realized his error, but had no quick retort. “I don’t know,” he said.

  Reno stared at him. It was the most honest answer he’d ever heard come out of Dommi’s mouth. And he knew immediately that his child had a problem that yelling at him and hitting him upside his head wasn’t going to fix. He was too much of a little Reno through and through.

  “Go get your things,” he said to Dommi. “You’re going with me.”

  Dommi was so happy and so excited to be leaving that awful school with his father that he nearly tripped and fell as he ran out of the cafeteria to get his things.

  Reno looked at the principal. “Why didn’t you call me when he got back up on that table?” he asked.