But Tommy started firing anyway, to keep Joe Nathan pinned against that house, and motioned for Sal and Reno to get downstairs. Tommy took off too, through the front of the apartment and through the kitchen door, where Jimmy was still standing guard. And then he and Jimmy headed down the steep back steps.
Reno and Sal ran down the steep front steps and onto the side of the house, meeting up with Tommy and Jimmy. But Joe Nathan was gone. He hadn’t gone around back because Jimmy had been back there. He hadn’t gone around front because Reno and Sal had come out that way. And he was no longer where Tommy had seen him last. He was probably taking shelter in one of the downstairs apartments. But just as they were about to knock down doors to see if their theory held true, they began to hear police sirens.
They were men of war who hated to leave the battlefield without completing their mission, but they were sensible men too. And common sense told them that it made no sense for them to hang around and risk getting bogged down in a criminal justice system that hated their guts. They would live to fight another day. And, in the meantime, get every available man at this complex so that, as soon as the cops left, their men would hunt down Joe Nathan, and bring him to their justice system.
They hurried into the Bentley, and Sal, who was a NASCAR driver wannabe, drove them like a bat out of hell away from there
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“I feel like a Cabbage Patch doll,” Trina said as Reno propped yet another pillow around her. She was at home now, in their master bedroom, and although it was almost midnight, she nor Reno had been able to sleep a wink. For Trina, it was the excitement of being back home. When Reno told her he was having her move so soon, she was ecstatic. The idea of getting away from that hospital was music to her ears. But it didn’t come without a cost. In that hospital, she was too busy worrying about not dying from some disease she could catch there, or from her own injuries, to worry about Reno. But now, back home, all she did was worry about him. Every time he left the house, she worried. And every time he came back home, like tonight, and she saw the exhaustion in his walk and the determination in his eyes, she worried even more.
For Reno, it was the excitement of having her back in their home and in their bed. And whether she liked it or not, he was going to show just how much he was pleased to have her back. And if that meant making her feel like a Cabbage Patch doll, so be it.
“Women would die to have such an attentive husband like me,” Reno said as he laid down on the edge of the bed with his head at her legs, and his feet near the pillow. “You, young lady, need to be more grateful.”
“I am grateful. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t overdoing it.”
“Yeah, well,” Reno said as he yawned. “I don’t have a middle button.”
Trina smiled. “True that,” she said.
“The children were so happy to see you. Especially Dommi. He cried like a baby when I made him go to his own bed.”
“He missed his mommy just like I missed him.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t know what had happened to you. I made certain nobody uttered a word.”
Trina smiled. “But Reno, you have doctors and nurses in and out of this room every few hours it seems. He’s no idiot. He knows something’s up.”
“You think I should tell him what happened?”
“I told him,” Trina said, and Reno looked at her. “I didn’t go into the details, but he wanted to know why I was in bed in the middle of the day. So I told him I had been in the hospital and was back home now. But I needed my rest.”
Reno nodded. “That’s good. That should hold off the questions for a day at least.”
Trina laughed. “We have an inquisitive son, what can I say?” Then she paused. “He asked about his Aunt Fran,” she said.
Reno shook his head. “Too bad.”
“Where is she by the way? I heard she and Gemma got into it at the hospital. I said Gemma? She must have messed up big time to get Gemma Jones going.”
“When Gem and Sal arrived at the hospital, she told them Grace had died.”
Trina couldn’t believe it. “Are you serious?”
“I know. It’s crazy. But that’s my sister. She’s bat-shit crazy and I have to finally realize it. I’m cutting off ties, Tree. I’ll keep her allowance going, no sister of mine is going to be starving in the streets, but she’s no longer welcomed around my children or my wife.”
“I can handle Fran, Reno,” Trina said. “But I agree with you about the children. She acts too unstable.”
“She’s crazy, just like I said. She’s the last of my siblings, and I have bent over backwards to keep her central in my life. But I’m not risking my family over it. It’s over.”
“Have you told her that yet?” Trina asked.
“She took her ass to Europe after Gemma set her straight. That’s what she does, you know. Problems come, Fran leaves. She can stay gone as far as I’m concerned.”
Trina looked at her husband. If there was a man alive who had more to deal with in his life than Reno Gabrini, she would love to meet him. And when Reno looked at her, and she saw just how much that stress was showing all over his handsome face, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
“Come here,” she said to him.
Reno never hesitated when Trina asked him to come. He didn’t know why, but there was never any hesitation. And in this midnight hour, there was still none. He got up and sat beside her on the bed.
Trina looked at him, gave him a soft kiss, and then unzipped his pants, pulled out his soft penis, and began massaging him. His erection began almost immediately.
“You don’t have to do that, honey,” Reno said, although he was pleased with her touch.
Trina continued to pleasure him. “I know I don’t have to,” she said. “I want to. I miss it. I miss feeling it.”
Reno looked at her, and kissed her. “I miss you too,” he said. “I miss feeling it deep, deeper, and deepest inside of you.” He kissed her more passionately. “When you get well enough,” he said between his kisses, “I’m going to wear you out.”
Trina smiled. But this was serious to her. Reno needed a release badly, and she knew it. Whenever they were together, not a day went by without him getting some. He was that kind of man with that kind of appetite. “I want you to cum,” she said, playing to that appetite. “I want you to relax, I want you to take your time, I want you to cum.”
And Reno did just that. It didn’t take much. He laid his head back and closed his eyes in a sensual quietness, as his wife jerked on him, and rubbed him, and massaged him as only she could.
And eventually he came. Eventually his dick became rock hard and so full that he was squeezing his ass with the feeling of his fullness. He had to pour out. And he did. He poured and he poured. Trina allowed his cum to spill all over her hand, the way it would spill inside of her, and her eyes grew hooded from the slather. Her vagina started pulsating, and her nipples hardened, as he came.
“That’s my boy,” she said, as he laid his head against hers, and wrapped her gently in his arms, and poured even more. She was nowhere near a hundred percent yet, but she still gave him this moment of pleasure. Only a fool wouldn’t grasp why he loved this woman so.
Tommy was in the penthouse’s guest bedroom he always slept in whenever he stayed overnight at the PaLargio. He could have easily stayed in one of the apartments inside the PaLargio, but Reno would have none of it. He stayed in the penthouse. Reno and Sal were usually always at such loggerheads that Reno didn’t care where Sal stayed. That was, until he married Gemma. Then he, too, had to stay in the penthouse.
But it was always that way with Tommy. Reno loved Tommy above anybody outside his wife and children, and wouldn’t have it any other way. Tommy always enjoyed staying at the penthouse, especially as he turned onto his back and luxuriated in the comfort of the big, poster bed. But when he reached over, to feel the comfort of his wife beside him, he felt nothing but that bed. He opened his eyes. It was midnight, he w
as exhausted, but Grace was sitting on the window seat, looking out of the window.
Tommy threw the covers off of his naked body, and went to her. “Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked as he placed his arm around her shoulder.
“As bright as day,” she said as she continued to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Tommy, as was his way, took a moment to digest what she had said. When he concluded it could have an additional meaning, he asked her. “What’s as bright as day?”
“Vegas at night. It’s as bright as day. And everything else is too.”
Tommy suspected she had an additional meaning. “Such as?” he asked her.
“I’m concerned for Destiny, Tommy. I can’t put it any other way. We’re on lockdown.”
“It’s not lockdown,” Tommy tried to reassure her, but she rejected that assurance.
“We’re on lockdown,” she said again. “We don’t live in Vegas. We have our own home in Seattle. But because we’re Gabrinis, we have to stay here until the heat is off. I have a small business to run. You have a massive business to run. But we can’t do it. At least not in person.” She looked up at Tommy. “I don’t want this life for our daughter.”
“What did you think was going to happen, babe,” Tommy asked her bluntly, “when you brought a child named Gabrini into this world?”
“I thought,” Gemma started, but couldn’t finish.
“You thought what?” Tommy wanted her to finish.
“I thought I could shield her.”
Tommy squeezed her shoulder tighter. “Yeah, just like I thought I could shield you. But Sal is right. You can’t shield shit when you’re a Gabrini. We either have to come to terms with that, or . . .”
There was a long hesitation. Grace was afraid to ask, but she knew she had to. “Or what, Tommy?”
Tommy looked down at her. He felt weaker than a dove, but all he showed her was strength. “Or I will have to be selfless for once in my life and let you go.”
Grace didn’t miss a beat. “Me and the baby?”
Tommy’s heart was hammering. And he couldn’t answer that. He knew getting as far away from him was the best thing that could ever happen for his wife and for his little girl. For that reason alone, and after what almost happened to Grace at that nightclub, he should have been able to answer her question easily. But he couldn’t answer it. He couldn’t say a word.
Jimmy and Val laid side by side in another guest wing inside Reno’s enormous penthouse. Jimmy still owned an apartment inside the PaLargio, but his father wanted them all in the penthouse together. If anybody out there were still trying to harm one of them, they would have to go through all of them. And that, as far as Reno was concerned, wasn’t happening.
Jimmy was horny as hell, and it didn’t help the fact that they could hear low-grade activity of the sexual nature in the room next door. But Val was just coming out of that fog of life their miscarriage had put her in, and he, and his libido, wasn’t going to do anything selfish that could push her back in. He was going to wait. He was going to let her decide, in her own time, when she was ready for intimacy again.
And he was perfectly content lying there with his wife, hand in hand, as they both found it hard to go to sleep. Especially as the noise next door began increasing. The bed was beginning to shake, and they were beginning to hear grunts and groans. Val was particularly disturbed.
“Wonder who that is?” she asked her husband.
“It’s Uncle Sal and Aunt Gemma,” Jimmy said.
“They must think they’re the only ones on this wing of the penthouse,” Val said. “They must not realize we’re staying on this side too. The way they’re going at it they must have forgotten.”
“Yeah, maybe so,” Jimmy said, although he knew better than that. The way Uncle Sal had been staring at Gemma earlier, made him certain even then that Sal was going to lay it on her thick the first chance he could get. But as Sal’s grunts became heavier, and their bed began to shake louder, Jimmy had no idea just how thick.
“Is he hurting her?” Val asked.
Jimmy looked at her. “He’s banging her, Val. Hurt has nothing to do with it.”
Val smiled and held Jimmy’s hand tighter, but her entire focus was on the room next door. She could just imagine Sal’s undoubtedly huge dick pushing so hard into his wife that his wife couldn’t lay there and take it.
In the room next door, neither one of them were lying there taking anything. And Sal had already pushed deep inside of Gemma. He wasn’t just pushing anymore, he was fucking her now. She was on the bed on her knees, holding onto the headboard, and Sal was on his knees behind her, pumping her dark-brown, tight ass so hard that he was grunting with every pump. His balls were slapping against her ass too, and it only heightened their pleasure. He had his arms around her narrow waist, and had her back against his already sweat-filled stomach, as he plunged into his woman the way an Olympic swimmer plunged into water.
And Sal couldn’t stop plunging. He couldn’t stop grunting and moaning. He was kissing her back, he moved his hands from her waist and was squeezing her breasts. He was fucking her in that end-of-day way Gemma loved.
Her pussy was his beloved garden. And he plowed it and plowed it. She wanted to scream the way he left not an inch of her unmoved. If they were at their own home, she would not have been able to contain herself. But she knew Jimmy and Val were somewhere on that wing of the penthouse with them, and they had to show restraint. So they fucked their version of a hard, but quiet fuck.
It was loud as a striking cymbal to Val and Jimmy. They could not get over how hard Sal and Gemma were fucking. Jimmy was especially surprised. He knew his father had stamina, but Sal was hanging too. For a very long time. And Jimmy felt some kind of way about it. It was as if those older guys could put him to shame. He could never hang as long as they could. And they were almost twice his age! He looked at Val, and wondered if he was pleasing her at all whenever he did her. He wondered if that was why she tried to seduce his father. Was it because she wanted to experience sex on his father’s level?
But when he looked at Val with all of those questions in his mind, he realized she wasn’t questioning a thing. She, in fact, had taken his hand, had placed it underneath her gown, and she had him massaging her vagina. Her very wet vagina. He looked down, and then looked over at her again.
“Do me,” she said, her eyes gleaming with fire. “Do me now, Jimmy. Do me now!”
Jimmy couldn’t believe it. He wanted to ask her if she was sure. But he didn’t have the nerve. He wanted her too badly.
He stopped questioning and got busy. He flung off his briefs, got on top of her, and gladly obliged her request. He did her. He kissed her lips, and her chin, and sucked her breasts. He moved down, and ate her wet pussy. But he couldn’t eat it long or he was afraid he would cum before he so much as entered her.
So he moved back up on top of her and entered her. Val lifted her body in the sheer ecstasy of his entry. She heard Sal fucking Gemma, and she heard Gemma’s moans, and it all escalated for Val.
“Do me harder,” she said to Jimmy. “Harder. Harder. Harder!”
Jimmy was pounding her before she could finish asking. He was roughing it. He was tearing that ass up with strokes that made him feel as if he was about to cum with every push in.
And Val was loving it. She loved the feel of Jimmy’s dick inside of her again. And the harder he stroked her, the more she loved it. He had been too gentle. He had been too sweet. She loved gentle, and she loved sweet, but right now she loved rough. She loved it so much that she came within minutes. She loved it so much that she constricted so tightly that Jimmy came right behind her. They both leaned their heads back and let out sighs of elation that could rival Sal’s.
But when they were done, and both had come back down to earth, Sal and Gemma were still at it in the room next door. Their bed was still shaking. They were still moaning and grunting. There seemed to be no end in sight the way Sal was still hitting it.
But that was alright with Val and Jimmy. They had been satisfied, and were pleased with the results. And were now buried in their own thoughts. For Val, it was the beginning of something wonderful. She’d never felt more sexually charged than she did tonight, with Jimmy’s dick wedged inside of her.
But for Jimmy, it was the beginning of the end of something wonderful. Because he knew her euphoria was aided and abetted by his Uncle Sal. And until Val got over this older man fetish she seemed to be slowly developing, Jimmy didn’t see how he alone was going to please her. He and Val were around the same age. He was never going to be an older man for her. And as she lay there, snuggling against him as if all was at peace with the world, Jimmy lay there happy too that she was coming back to him. But he was also concerned. She was coming back with conditions. And the main condition wasn’t something he could ever provide. He kissed her and pulled her closer. A Gabrini’s life, he thought. It was never going to be smooth as honey.
That next morning, just before daybreak, word came to Reno that Joe Nathan had been found.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Reno, Sal, and Tommy walked into the safe house determined to get their questions answered. Joe Nathan was sitting in the middle of the empty room. All of Reno’s men had been ordered to wait outside. There was nobody left but the three Gabrini men, and their target.
Reno walked up to their target.
“We aren’t fucking with you anymore,” he said. “We were patient before, but you decided to make a run for it. Our patience is therefore gone. I’m going to ask you one time. One time only. If you don’t tell us the truth, one of us will handle you.”
Joe Nathan appeared calm, but his chest betrayed him. He was almost hyperventilating. He was breathing as if he was going to have a heart attack. Reno knew he had him exactly where he wanted him: scared shitless.
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