RENO AND TRINA: GETTING BACK TO LOVE (The Mob Boss Series)

by Mallory Monroe

  Reno smiled. “Oh, yeah? So you aren’t standing by your man?”

  “Not like some clueless wife, no!”

  Reno stared deep into her troubled eyes, and began to rub her bare backside. “I don’t want it to upset you, Tree,” he said.

  “But it does. I’m not proud of it, but it upsets me more lately.”

  “But why?”

  “I’m getting older, Reno. Maybe that’s why. You’re as much a part of me as the air I breathe. I guess I’m getting a little more afraid.”

  “But afraid of what, darling?”

  “Of losing you,” she admitted. “Of losing out to some of these younger, smarter females who think they rule the world between their legs.”

  “Oh, come on, Tree! What would I want with those women when I have you?”

  Trina gave him a serious, concerning look. “So they don’t proposition you? Am I way off base, Reno, is that what you’re telling me?”

  “No, I’m not telling you that.” He held her tighter in his arms. “You’re right about those women. I get propositioned every day of the week.” Trina’s heart began to pound.

  But Reno kept going. “They know I’m married, but they still make a play for me. I don’t know what their problem is. They think I can change a wife like I can change a pair of shoes, that’s just how delusional they are. You’re absolutely right about that.”

  Trina looked at him with a disconcerting look. “Then what’s the answer, Reno?”

  “They may be delusional,” he said, “but I’m not delusional. That’s what you’ve got to understand, babe. I’m not about to change my old shoes in, I don’t care if the new shoes were dipped in special gold and were the only pair of its kind in the entire universe.”

  Trina smiled at that.

  “You know why?” Reno asked her. “Because it’s not about the shoes, or how incredible they look. It’s about the fact that my heart is inside of yours. We are as attached, Trina, as the bones in our bodies. I can’t leave myself, so how can I leave you?” Tears began to appear in Trina’s eyes. “These women out here are very attractive. Some of them are incredibly so. But they aren’t you. They aren’t my Tree. And that’s what you have got to understand. When you’re ninety years old, and toothless, and can’t even stand your ass up straight, you’re still going to be my baby. We may have to gum kiss,” he said, to laughter from her, “but we’ll still be kissing. We’ll still be as one. We’ll still be together.”

  Trina’s heart soared with love for this man.

  “The only reason I’m hard on you when it comes to these men,” Reno continued, “is because I know what I have, and I know how badly they want what I have.”

  “But I can say the same thing about you,” Trina said. “I know what I have too, and how badly women want you.”

  But Reno shook his head and smoothed back her hair. “No comparison,” he said. “And don’t you forget that.”

  He stared at her after he made that statement, as if it was the statement that said it all, and she stared at him also. And then she laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. For the longest time they just laid there, being warmed by the fire in the fireplace, as the silence all around them forced them to relax. After several minutes later, Trina became aware that Reno was touching her. And just like that she realized he was rubbing her ass. Just like that she realized he was getting harder than stone beneath her. She hadn’t even felt his penis before, now it felt like a piece of steel beneath her. When he noticed her awareness, he began to squeeze her ass harder, and then began rubbing it with more urgency. And then he kissed her.

  It was a teasing kiss at first, and then their passion caught up to his penis and they began to kiss with that hunger they craved. Reno closed his eyes as his mouth covered hers and circled hers and tongued hers. He kept squeezed her ass as he kissed her beneath her chin and on her neck and her ears and back on her mouth again. He was moaning as he kissed her. She was groaning as she kissed him. And soon they were in the throes of passion and Reno was flipping her onto her back. He was now on top, and was ramming his dick into her cunt.

  Trina felt the pain when he rammed it in like that. She was wet, but she wasn’t that wet, and the pain was excruciating. But as soon as she felt his fullness, and felt that familiar movement inside of her, her vaginal juices flowed as if a dam had burst. And pleasure replaced the pain.

  She wrapped her arms around Reno as he did her. He was lying completely on top of her, and had her wrapped in his arms too, and they turned their now quiet evening into a love fest. Reno kept the rhythm steady, to drag it out, and it worked beautifully. The sensations, for both of them, remained just a par below euphoric. It was an art form, the way he did her, and Trina smiled at how masterfully he did it. Reno, too, loved the rhythm of their fuck and he looked at her. When he saw that her eyes were closed, but a smile was on her face, his heart soared. And he kissed her yet again.

  Trina accepted his kiss enthusiastically and became so excited that she wrapped her legs around his hips. But as soon as she did, Reno was able to dig down deeper, giving him a new angle, and his penis began to expand almost to the point of no return.

  “You got me, baby,” he started saying as the feelings intensified. And his gyrations increased. And Trina held on, because she knew this could lead nowhere but higher. And it did. She started cumming just as he started pouring, and they were caught in the euphoria of a cum that jolted them. It never was supposed to be better than the time before. But it always was. It was better. And even more intense. And Reno was pounding into her as he released every drop of himself inside of her.

  “Oh, Reno,” Trina was saying breathlessly as he poured into her. “Oh, Reno,” she said again. “Oh, Reno!”

  And her orgasm lasted so long, and remained so intense, that by the time the throbbing had calmed back down to a more manageable level, she was drained of all strength. She was drained.

  Reno was drained too, by the time he was poured out, and his strength wasn’t enough to even move off of her. He stayed where he was. For several minutes they just laid there. And to their amazement, they were amazed yet again. No two people could be more suited. No two people could be more compatible. No two people could have been more satisfied than both of them were at that very moment. They looked at each other and couldn’t help but smile and shake their heads. They did it again. They went there again. They were satisfied beyond belief, yet again.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The next morning Trina wasn’t in her office ten minutes when her secretary buzzed her. When she heard the name, she was shocked.

  “Bridgette Baranski?” she repeated.

  “Yes, ma’am,” her secretary said. “She doesn’t have an appointment, but she says she urgently needs to see you.”

  Trina hesitated. Bridgette Baranski was the woman Reno had had lunch with on yesterday. Why would she urgently need to see Trina today? “Send her in, Kate,” Trina finally said. Then she leaned back in her executive chair and wondered what in the world could this be about. Did Reno ask her to come here to tell her nothing was going on between them? That would be highly unusual and not at all like Reno. But maybe he felt especially bad after their argument last night, and felt he needed to make it up to her. He did, last night, in a mighty way, but Reno, being Reno, may have wanted to give her more reassurance.

  But when Bridgette Baranski walked through that door, and Trina saw just how strikingly beautiful the woman was, any attempt at reassurance failed on the spot. Trina stood up.

  “Thank-you so much for seeing me, Mrs. Gabrini,” the stranger said as she made her way to Trina’s desk. Then she extended her hand. “I’m Bridgette. I served on your husband’s board of directors a long time ago.”

  Trina shook her hand. “Have a seat,” she offered.

  Bridgette sat down in front of Trina’s desk, and then Trina sat down too. “What can I do for you, Miss Baranski?”

  Bridgette exhaled and then started to talk, and then exhal
ed again. She smiled. She seemed so nervous that it actually surprised, and worried, Trina. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m okay. It’s just that I’ve never had to do anything like this before. But here goes. I’m here to see you, Mrs. Gabrini, because of . . . well, let me back up. As I stated, I used to serve on your husband’s board. I resigned my position, not because I wanted to, but because I had to.”

  “You had to? You mean you were forced out?”

  “In a manner of speaking, yes, ma’am. I mean, it would have been awkward if I would have stayed. So nobody forced me to leave, but it would have been too awkward.”

  “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

  “I resigned because, and I’m not proud of this in any way, shape, or form, but I resigned because I was having a relationship with Reno.”

  Trina stared at her. She wasn’t married to Reno when this woman served on his board, she didn’t even know him at that time. “Okay,” she said.

  “He wasn’t married at the time, and I don’t think he was specifically dating anyone at that time either.”

  Trina nodded her head. So far so good. “Okay,” she said again.

  “But. . .” Then she smiled. “This is where it gets dicey. I’m here because, two-and-a-half years ago, I became pregnant with his child. Okay? Now I’ve said it.”

  Trina heard what she said, but there was just one problem with it. “Two years ago?” she asked her.

  “Two and half years ago, yes ma’am. By then we had had a very long term, on-again, off-again relationship. One night in particular, it was on again.”

  “But Reno was married to me two and half years ago.”

  Bridgette frowned. “That’s why this is so awkward ma’am. That’s why I felt the right thing to do was to come to you.”

  “Wait a minute. Are you sitting up here telling me that my husband fathered your child two years ago?”

  “Two-and-a-half years ago, yes, ma’am, that’s what I’m telling you.”

  Trina stared at her.

  “Look, I didn’t want to have to come here.” She said this with such sincerity, as if she should be congratulated for her bravery. It sickened Trina. “I didn’t want it to come to this,” the woman continued. “That’s why I met with Reno. You may not be aware of this, but I met with your husband yesterday. I told him he had to step up. I want my son to know his father. But Reno refuses to have anything to do with him. So I’m appealing to you. Mother to mother.” She pulled a polaroid out of her handbag and tossed it on the desk. “That’s a picture of him. Of Reno’s son.”

  Trina continued to stare at the woman, as if by staring she could figure out just what she was up to. But then she picked up the picture and looked at the small, blonde-haired little boy.

  “His name is David,” Bridgette said. “He looks just like Reno, doesn’t he?”

  Trina stared at the photograph. A cute kid, but she didn’t see any resemblance the way this woman was talking.

  “I know he already has a son close to David’s age, and I thought it would be swell if the two brothers could get to know each other and grow up close the way they should be.”

  Trina looked at that woman with an alarmed look on her face. Grow up together? How dare she attempt to put Dommi in this mess! She stood up and handed her back her picture. Bridgette stood up too.

  “Come with me,” Trina said as she moved from around her desk and began walking out of the office. Bridgette looked confused, but she followed her.

  And Trina didn’t stop walking until she had walked around corridor after corridor to Reno’s suite of offices.

  Bridgette knew that suite well herself. When she used to serve on the board she was in Reno’s office constantly, arguing with him about some newly instituted policy usually. She knew her way around.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Gabrini,” Reno’s secretary said as soon as they walked in, and all of his assistants housed outside of his office became more alert.

  “Is he in?” Trina asked as she continued to walk toward his office.

  “Yes, ma’am,” his secretary said, knowing full well Reno’s wife was never to be announced. “Hello, Miss Baranski,” the secretary also said.

  “Hi,” Bridgette said with a grand smile. “So nice to see you again.”

  And then she and Trina entered Reno’s office. As usual, it was chaotic and filled with his senior staff.

  Reno was on the phone standing at his floor-to-ceiling window with his back to them, and he was hot. “I don’t wanna hear it, Lou! I said month-to-month, not run-of-show, and I’m not giving an inch on that! Who the fuck she think she is? She’s barely filling liquor lounges and she’s trying to dictate terms to me? That’s right, you get back to me on that. You get back to me. You tell that bitch she’d better wise up. If she thinks she can play hardball with me, she’s got another thought coming. I’ll bust her ass down to week-to-week before I give her run-of-show. You make that perfectly clear to her.”

  Then Reno exhaled, and calmed back down. “All right, Lou. I know you’re in a tough spot, I know. These young asshole pop stars are barely out of grade school and they wanna make all of these demands. But she’s picking the wrong one, and you make sure you tell her that. Yeah, I know. But you make that clear to her. Get back to me. All right.” Then Reno hung up the phone.

  When he turned around and saw his wife standing there, he smiled. “Hey, babe,” he said, moving toward his desk. But when he also saw Bridgette move up from behind her, he frowned. “What the fuck?” he asked.

  Trina looked around his office. “Give us a moment,” Trina ordered.

  The staff knew that Trina’s word was as if it was Reno’s word so nobody hesitated. Within seconds the hectic, crowded office was cleared. All that remained was Reno, Trina, and Bridgette.

  And of the three, Reno looked the most puzzled by far. “What’s this about?” he asked.

  Trina didn’t hesitate to tell him. “Miss Baranski claims that you’re the father of her two-year-old son. I say she’s a liar and the truth isn’t in her. What say you?”

  Bridgette looked at Trina, stunned that she would be so blunt, and then she looked at Reno.

  But Reno was with Tree. “Damn straight she’s a liar,” he said, staring at his former employee. “What are you doing, Bridge?”

  “I told you yesterday it wasn’t going to work.”

  Reno frowned. “What wasn’t going to work? What are you talking about?”

  “I told you I can’t do it anymore. I want you to stop denying our child.”

  “Our child? What the fuck are you talking about? What child? We don’t have any gotdamn child!”

  Bridgette just stood there. Trina was amazed when tears appeared in the woman’s eyes.

  “I know what we did was wrong,” Bridgette said. “But for you to deny it, to deny him, is worse, Reno. You aren’t hurting your wife anymore. You aren’t hurting me. You’re hurting your child. An innocent little boy. He needs you in his life.”

  Reno was floored. “What’s wrong with you?” he wanted to know. “Why are you standing up here telling these lies? What’s gotten into you?”

  “We met yesterday---”

  “Because your ass wanted back in on my board! I told you no, and that was the end of that. Don’t you dare try to turn it into anything else!”

  “So you’re going to keep the charade then?” Reno just stared at her. “Is that it, Reno? You’re going to continue to send us all of that money every month and keep the lie going?” Then she looked at Trina. “And you’re going to continue to believe him, aren’t you? Anything Reno says, we women have to accept it because we don’t want to lose his love. We don’t want to lose his mighty sexual abilities. So we let him lie to us, and manipulate us, and use us until we can’t be used anymore. And although he married you, he’s using you most of all. Because he knows you have the most to lose if his lies are exposed.”

  Then she looked at Reno again. “I won’t be intimidated, so you c
an tell your goons that right now. I will not lie for you anymore, when lying for you means I’m denying my own child. And I won’t do it, Reno. My child, our son, deserves better than that. And he’s going to get better. Your wife can believe your lies, and all your other women can cover up your lies. But not me. Not anymore. And I will not be intimidated. I will not!”

  She said this, looked at Reno a moment longer, and then left his office.

  Reno was so stunned that he had to sit down in the chair behind his desk. Trina was staring at him.

  “What was that about, Reno?” she asked him.

  “I have no idea. I have no idea. She asked to rejoin the board yesterday, and that’s all she asked about. I told her it wasn’t possible, she seemed to understand that, and we talked about old times. Then we parted company. That was it. She never mentioned any child or anything like that.”

  Trina stared at him. “Is it possible?” she asked. Her heart was hammering.

  Reno looked at her. “Is what possible?”

  “Is it possible for you to be the father of her two-year-old son?”

  “No, Tree! Hell no! I was married to you.”

  “So you’ve never slept with her before?”

  Reno rubbed his hand across his forehead. “I haven’t had any kind of encounters like that with that woman in years, Trina. Long before I even met you.”

  “So you’ve slept with her before?”

  Reno hated to admit it. “Before I met you, yes.”

  Trina hated to hear it. “This gorgeous woman who was your chief negotiator on the French Riviera project, and was with you in France on that business trip?”

  “Trina, that woman is married, she has her own life, I’m not involved with her that way.”

  “Then why did you make her your chief negotiator, Reno?”

  “Because she’s a great negotiator! The fact that I fucked her ten years ago has nothing to do with it! I don’t want that woman! I haven’t tried to screw her and don’t wanna screw her. She’s trying to screw me, but I haven’t tried to screw her.”