When Trina saw that Reno had arrived, she stopped her beat down and pointed that cane at her daughter-in-law. “When you go before that judge again,” she said, “you will agree to give Jimmy full custody of Maddie. And I mean full custody.”
Val was in agony, and nearly too far gone to care. But she cared. “Full custody?” she asked.
“You heard me, bitch. I don’t think it’s right to keep a child away from her mother, but I’m keeping Maddie away from you. She will not be raised to believe that when things don’t go her way she can always sleep her way to the top, or cry rape and lie her way up there. She will not be raised that way.”
“But what about the child support?” Val cried. “I need that money!”
Trina couldn’t believe how low Val had gone. It used to be sad to Trina. Now it was just pathetic. “You won’t be getting a dime of Gabrini money ever again,” she said.
“I know that’s right,” Reno echoed, and began walking toward them.
“But what am I supposed to do?” Val had the gall to ask.
“Get a job,” Trina said angrily. “Like everybody else. Get your ass a job! You’ll have supervised visitation with your daughter, because we won’t trust you with her any other way. And maybe when she’s eighteen and she receives her trust fund, maybe she’ll take care of you then. But you will not be riding Jimmy’s coattails any longer. And you for damn sure won’t be riding Reno’s. You need money? You get a job, Sistah! And remember this: the only reason you’re still alive is because you’re Maddie’s mother. You’re the mother of Jimmy’s child. That’s the only reason!”
“What did she try this time?” Reno asked Trina.
“This sorry excuse for a human being just waltzed into my office and accused you of raping her.”
Reno couldn’t believe it. He looked at Val. “Raping her?”
Val’s heart was pounding. This could not have gone any crazier. “She misunderstood me,” Val cried. “I never said that. She misunderstood me!”
Trina couldn’t believe it. “I misunderstood you?” She began beating on Val’s ass again. What part of Reno raped me did I misunderstand?”
Val was hollering. “Okay, Trina, okay! You didn’t misunderstand me! Just let me go home. I want to go home!” Val began to wonder if Reno would be more sympathetic than Trina. It was unlikely a day ago, but that was before she saw this side of Trina. Now she didn’t know where Reno ended, and Trina began. “I just want to go home!”
“You want to go home now?” Reno asked. He took the cane from Trina. “You come to my place of business and lie on me to my wife, and you think you’re just going to walk back out of here as if nothing happened?”
And it was Reno’s turn to beat Valerie’s ass. Only Reno’s hits were triple the force of Trina’s, and Val was wailing in pain now. She was beyond sorry she made this pact with that devil she didn’t even know! It was beyond agony.
When Reno stopped, he tossed the cane aside. And was breathing heavily. “It’s a shame what’s happened to you,” he said to Val, “but this shit has gone too far. We can’t sweep this shit under a rug any longer.”
“Damn right,” Trina said. “This is too much.” Trina refused to even tell Reno that Val had dragged their children into her little lie. He would probably finish her off right then and there.
But Reno wondered if more was at work here. It usually was. “Who put you up to this, Val?” he asked her.
Val was crying and agonizing and wasn’t paying his words any attention. Trina was surprised by this line of questioning. Why would anybody put her up to it? Val wanted money. That was what put her up to it. But Trina remained silent. This was Reno’s lane. He had the best bullshit detector she’d ever seen.
Reno crouched down to his daughter-in-law’s level. “Who put you up to this, Val?” he asked her again.
Val heard him that time. But her answer was going to always be the same. “Nobody,” she said. “Nobody.”
Reno stood back up. He heard what she said, but his gut was telling him differently.
“What are you thinking?” Trina asked him. “It was a money grab for her. She said if we paid her, she wouldn’t go to the cops with her outrageous lies.”
“That’s what she’s saying,” Reno said.
“But you don’t believe her?”
Val wasn’t looking, as she was too busy nursing her wounds, so Reno shook his head no. And Trina knew what that meant. He would have his guys take Val home, or to the hospital if they felt it was warranted. Then he’d have another set of guys follow her every move. That was Reno’s style. Although it was getting increasingly difficult, he tried his best to leave no stones unturned.
CHAPTER SIX
Anthony “Tony” Sinatra drove his rented Ford Fiesta up to the security gate outside of Reno’s home, and spoke to the guard. After the guard spoke by phone with Jimmy, the electronic gate opened, and he was allowed to proceed in.
Tony’s passenger, Sharon Rachel Flannigan, an African-American headmistress of a parochial school in his hometown, looked around with a smile as they entered the grounds of the palatial estate. “We aren’t in Jericho anymore, Tone,” she said.
“I thought their penthouse at the PaLargio was out of this world,” Tony agreed, “but it pales in comparison to this beautiful home.”
“I thought your Uncle Mick lived large,” Sharon said.
“And he does,” Tony responded as he drove. “But the Gabrinis? Reno, Sal, and Tommy? Forget about it. They’re right up there with him. They’re just as extravagant as is he.”
But Tony was not, and Sharon was not, and they both knew it. Of everybody in the Sinatra/Gabrini clan, in fact, Tony was considered the least ostentatious of them all. He once, after all, attended seminary with hopes of someday becoming a priest. And that was why a man like him, a man who did not care for drama of any kind, a man with a PhD in clinical psychology but a GED in this kind of Vegas lifestyle, felt odd as hell coming to Reno Gabrini’s home on a Saturday morning, on a call like this.
But Reno called about his wife, and he sounded gravely concerned. He asked Tony to come. Tony, in turn, asked his friend Sharon, a woman he was still getting to know and had not yet been intimate with, if she would like a trip to Vegas. She said yes. They hopped a commercial flight out of Maine, arrived at the airport, and rented a car for their excursion to Reno’s place. Reno had offered to send his plane, and to have a driver pick them up, and to put them up in his home or the PaLargio itself, but Tony declined it all. When somebody asked a favor of him, he was not going to allow them to pay for that favor, he didn’t care how easily they could.
After getting out of the car, Tony walked around, opened the passenger door for Sharon, and then held his hand in the small of her back as they made their way up across the sidewalk toward the front door. By the time they made it up the steps, the door was opening and Jimmy was walking out.
“Jim, hey,” Tony said with a grand smile as Jimmy, smiling too, hurried to him. Both men embraced.
“How are you, man?” Jimmy asked jovially.
“I’m good,” Tony said as they ended their embrace. “How are you?”
“Good, good. It’s all good.” Then he looked at Sharon.
“This is Sharon Flannigan,” Tony said. “She’s a friend of mine. I told your father I was bringing her along.”
“It’s no problem at all,” Jimmy said as he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Miss Sharon.” Although Tony was in his thirties, as was Sharon, Jimmy was in his early twenties and saw the twosome as much older than he was, and more in his father’s league.
Sharon shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you too,” she said.
“Come on in,” Jimmy said. “You’re a little early, so Dad hasn’t come downstairs yet. But I’ll get him,” Jimmy added, as he escorted the couple into their home.
Trina woke up, not from the sound of Tony and Sharon entering her home downstairs, but to the feel of Reno’s massive penis inside of her. She
felt the fullness first, as if her entire vagina was contracting around his massive rod. And then she felt his movement. It wasn’t fluid. She was never so wide that he could push in and out of her with ease. Trina was tight. And Reno had that wonderful friction every time he made any headway. He’d made, to his everlasting delight, very little progress by the time he first entered her, and her awakening.
Reno loved the way he had to force his way in. He’d been with women so wide and overused that fucking them was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. He had no feeling whatsoever. But Trina’s tight, sweet pussy gave him the kind of sensations that dreams were made of. He was lying behind her, squeezing her big breasts, and squeezing his ass off with every quarter of an inch his fully aroused cock was able to penetrate.
Trina pushed her bare butt even closer against Reno, to where she could feel his balls against her, and she delighted in every second of his love. She thought about Val and that stunt she pulled last night. And the way Val talked about those vicious rumors about Reno’s infidelity and how they were probably true. She said it to justify her lies, and Trina knew it. But as Trina laid there and enjoyed the way he made love to her, she also knew how devastated she would be if even one of those rumors proved true. Because she loved Reno so much. Because she loved Reno’s dick so much. And the idea that somebody else would be with him, and experience the mastery way he could put it on a woman, would just break her heart.
But she dismissed such thoughts and enjoyed the moment. Reno was faithful to her until proven otherwise, and no gossiping female out there, who might have been with Reno before they hooked up and was still in love with his dick too, was going to get an audience with her. She wasn’t bringing them tea, and she wasn’t drinking theirs. Gemma and Grace experienced the same thing being married to a Gabrini. All three, Reno, Sal, and Tommy, had been ladies’ men before, but were now trying to be one-woman married men. And it had to be hard for all three of them. Trina knew it was hard. But pigs would have to fly before she believed Reno was unfaithful to her.
“Feel good?” Reno asked her in a whispery, breathless voice.
“Yes. Feels great.”
“How about now?” Reno asked, penetrating her a little deeper. “Better?”
“Much better,” Trina responded as her back swayed with his increasing movements. “All better.”
Reno kissed her behind her ear. “Thank you, babe,” he said as he fucked her. “Thank you so much.”
Trina didn’t understand why he would be thanking her. “You’re welcome,” she said, as she closed her eyes to the heightened feelings. “But what are you thanking me for?”
“For refusing to believe Val,” Reno said. “For never doubting my love for you.”
Trina felt overcome with emotion and reached her hand behind herself, and placed it on the side of Reno’s face. “You know I have your back, Reno,” she said to him as his strokes intensified. “I’ll always have your back.”
“I’ll be a fool,” Reno said, as he pushed in deeper and deeper and fucked her harder and harder, “to want any woman over you. No woman is over you, Trina. Not now. Not ever. You hear me?”
“I hear you,” Trina said.
“You believe me?” He was banging her now.
“I believe you,” she responded to his words and his bang. Her entire body was shaking. “Oh, Reno,” she said as he did her, “you’re fucking the shit out of me.”
“Shit then,” Reno said, loving her words, her participation, her hot body. He was on the verge. He was fucking her so hard he was going to explode with cum at any moment. “That’s right, baby. Don’t hold back. You’re fucking the shit out of me, too. Oh, baby. Fuck me, Trina. Fuck me, Trina. Oh, FUCK!
Reno went over. He came. He poured into his wife with such a release that his heart was pounding. He thrust his body against her with such force that he ended up, no longer behind her, but on top of her ass. He now had her on her stomach, and he was on top of her. And he kept pouring into her.
Trina went over, too, and had an orgasm that caused her to spread her arms and legs so wide across the bed that Reno’s load began to come out of her. And Reno was still pouring in. As his silkiness slinked out, he kept filling her up with more.
Until knocking was heard on their bedroom door and Jimmy announced the arrival of Tony Sinatra and, as Jimmy put it, Tony’s significant other.
Trina’s eyes closed again, but not because of Reno’s love. She hated to hear that Tony had arrived because she knew what it meant. Reno was going to make her talk to him. Reno was going to insist she tell her problems to that man.
“We’ll be down,” Reno responded to Jimmy’s announcement, and they could hear Jimmy head back downstairs.
Reno laid on top of Trina for a moment longer, and then slowly pulled his long cock out of her. He slid off of her.
Trina remained on her stomach, and Reno remained on his back, as she turned her head and looked at him. “I don’t want to do it, Reno,” she said.
“I know you don’t. But it’s got to be done, babe.”
“It’s not necessary. I’m fine, I keep telling you that. I don’t need to talk to any therapist.”
“You’re going to do it,” Reno said firmly, and looked at her. “Now let’s get up, take a shower together, and hope I don’t have to fuck you again. And then you and Tony can talk.”
But Reno fucked her again, in the shower, forcing them to shower even longer. But eventually, as Tony and Sharon sat in the family room with Dommi and Sophie, and laughed and talked, they made their way downstairs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tony Sinatra stood out in a crowd, Reno and Trina thought as they made their way toward the family room. Tony was standing beside the wingback chair, standing beside a thin black woman who was sitting in the chair, and he was a sight to behold. Although he was tall like his father, Big Daddy Charles Sinatra, and well built like him too, Tony’s looks were in a class by themselves. His thick, wavy black hair was piled high on his head and framing a strong, gorgeous face with big, green eyes, a strong jawline, and eyelashes women would die for. And although he was a masculine man; although nobody was going to mistake Tony for some pasty, he nonetheless possessed what most in the family viewed as a feminine beauty. Tommy came to mind whenever Reno laid eyes on him.
“Tony, hey,” Reno said with an affectionate smile as he moved ahead of Trina and extended his hand in a wide sweep as he approached him.
Tony was surprised they had arrived, and hurried toward the power couple too. Both wore jeans on this Saturday morning, although Trina wore a jersey with her hair in a ponytail, making her appear like a young college girl, he thought, and Reno wore a polo shirt tucked in. But even their casual clothes, it seemed to Tony, looked like clothes straight out of a Paris fashion show.
After he and Reno shook, and he and Trina hugged, he introduced Sharon. Although he introduced her as merely his friend, Reno could see the gleam in his eyes.
On the surface, Tony was deceiving. For those who didn’t know him, they would think a guy who looked like him would more than likely hook up with the local beauty queen, not the local schoolmarm. But those, like Reno, who knew Tony, weren’t surprised at all. Tony was an oddball. He danced to the beat of his own drum, even when he danced alone.
“So,” Reno said, wasting no time, “you and Trina can go and talk while we entertain Miss Flannigan.”
“Sure thing, Reno,” Tony said, anxious to get started too.
But Trina pumped his brakes. “I need you to understand something, Tony,” she said to him.
Tony looked at her. He always liked her straightforwardness. “Please,” he said.
“This therapy session is Reno’s idea. I, quite frankly, don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Tony smiled the most charming smile, Trina thought. “Quite frankly,” he said, “neither do I.” Trina smiled.
Reno scowled. What the fuck?
“But,” Tony added in that deadpan way he was known for, �
��I’m here now. I came all this way. At least we can see if we’re wrong.”
Trina found his honesty refreshing. He knew she wasn’t with it. He wasn’t particularly with it himself. “For Reno’s sake, I’ll give it a try. That I can do,” she said with a smile of her own and, to Jimmy’s surprise, led Tony to Reno’s office on the opposite side of the house.
Although Dommi and Sophie were sitting on the floor engrossed in some cartoon they were watching on TV, and Jimmy was sitting in a chair, as soon as Reno plopped down in the middle of the sofa, both of his young children got up like robots, climbed up on him, and sat on his lap. And Jimmy got up too, and sat beside his father.
Sharon, who was seated in the chair across from the sofa, found it all so wondrously Brady Bunch. When they first came downstairs, it was obvious that his wife was not interested in any counseling session with anybody. She even told Tony she wasn’t interested. But she was willing to trust her husband’s judgement, and give it a try. That spoke volumes about her husband, Sharon thought.
And his children. They were just clinging to Reno. And not just the little ones, either. Sharon could tell Jimmy was just as proud of his handsome, powerful father, and loved being around him too. There was something great to be said for a family like this. Something magnificent. But as she, Reno and Jimmy small-talked, and as the children continued to watch their cartoons, it was something sad about it too. Mainly because it was all so foreign to Sharon. She’d never had this kind of love in her entire life, and was fairly certain that Tony, a man who was the most beautiful among the beautiful, could ever want her to be his one and only the way Reno obviously felt about Trina. For now, she told people they were just friends. Tony always introduced her as such. He’d been nothing but a gentleman toward her, even down to booking separate hotel rooms for them. He treated her like a good friend.
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