Reno Gabrini- the Trouble With Dommi

by Mallory Monroe

  “Precious,” said a third guy. “Dom’s always staring at Precious.”

  “Her name is Mariah,” Dommi corrected the guy.

  “Whatever,” said Hawk. “Why are you so into her? Nobody on the face of this earth is. What’s up with that?”

  “There’s nothing with it,” Dommi said. “And I’m not into anybody,” he added. Although, Hawk noticed, as soon as the conversation shifted again, Dommi’s eyes went right back staring at Mariah.

  But not for nothing. At least not in Dommi’s eyes. He saw when Amber went back over to her section and immediately whispered something in Jonathan’s ear. He saw when Jonathan got up and went over to this group of three guys, three very rough-looking Asian guys. Now he was watching as those same three guys, one by one, began heading out of the club through a back exit.

  He also noticed that Jonathan whispered something into Mariah’s ear, and then Mariah stood up with Jonathan. He also noticed when Jonathan winked at a now-smiling Amber as he and Mariah went out of that back exit too.

  But when Jonathan came right back in, without Mariah, Dommi didn’t hesitate. He stood right up. Something was wrong with that picture.

  “What’s up?” Hawk asked him.

  “Nothing. I’ll be back,” said Dommi as he squeezed his way around the cocktail table in front of them and hastily made his way across the length of the dance floor, and out of the back exit too.

  When he first got out there, he didn’t see anybody except a guy and girl who had apparently just made out, and were heading back inside.

  But he knew Mariah was out there somewhere.

  It wasn’t until he walked further around the building, to an alleyway closed in by a gate that happened to be open, that he saw what he feared. Mariah was on the ground, on her back, and two of the three thugs were holding her down, with their hands covering her mouth. Although her body was wringing to break free, it was a useless fight. Those guys were too big and too strong. And the third guy had just dropped his pants and was pulling out his pecker when Dommi walked up on them.

  “Look!” said one of the guys holding Mariah down, and the other two looked where he was looking.

  When their leader saw Dommi, he motioned to one of his flunkies as if seeing Dom was no big deal at all. “You know what to do. Handle that asshole,” he said and fell on his knees, ready to be the first of the gang to rape Mariah. “I’m going to enjoy this big mama first.” Then he smiled. “Ain’t nothing like a beautiful big girl on a dark, lonely night.”

  When the flunky got up to do as their leader ordered him, forcing the other flunky to hold Mariah down by himself, which was no easy task because she wasn’t cooperating, Dommi was already coming toward him.

  But then the flunky pulled out a knife as he came toward Dommi. “Want some of this?” he said to Dommi. The flunky was bent down and pointing the knife at Dommi, as if they were in a knife fight. “You want some of this?” he asked again. “You want some?”

  Dommi wasn’t scared in the least. “Yeah, I want it,” he said. “You gonna give it to me?”

  When he said those words, even the gang leader looked his way. Who the fuck’s crazy enough to say something like that to one of his guys, he wondered.

  But as soon as he wondered it and looked to see for himself, Dommi was already kicking the knife out of the flunky’s hand and had slammed the flunky down to the ground. He began holding him down with one hand, and beating him down with his fist.

  The leader of the gang, and the other flunky still holding Mariah down, looked stunned as Dommi worked over their guy. Blood was pouring from their guy’s face as Dommi punched him with such force, and with so many blows, that he was rendered unconscious within seconds.

  And then Dommi pushed him away from him and turned his attention to the other two. He saw that they had released Mariah to help their boy, which he had figured they would. But he also saw that Mariah was transfixed on staring at Dommi too.

  “Get out of here!” he yelled at her. “Don’t just sit there. Get the fuck out of here!”

  But as she moved away on her butt, and then got up to run, pulling back up her clothes, her former captives weren’t giving her the time of day. They were too busy trying to figure out how in the world did some kid so easily beat unconscious a guy as tough as their guy, and to do so that quickly. They’d never seen anything like it!

  And that was why the leader pulled back up his pants and he and his remaining flunky charged at Dommi as a twosome.

  But when Dommi looked past them and saw that Mariah was still hesitant to run away and leave him there to ward off her attackers alone, he angrily yelled at her. “Get your ass out of here!” he yelled. “Go home! Get out of here!”

  It was Dommi’s voice, his angry voice, that shook away any hesitation in Mariah. Because his voice made it clear to her the danger, and that he could handle it if she’d only get out of the way. She didn’t hesitate any longer. She took off running toward the opposite end of the alley, and then headed for her automobile.

  Dommi, satisfied that he only had himself to worry about, got down to protecting himself. Both men had pulled out knives, too, and were coming at him from both sides, ready to kill his ass and he knew it. But when flunky number two lunged at him, Dommi jumped back, and had the strength to grab up the still-unconscious flunky number one and shove him toward the conscious flunky number two, knocking both to the ground.

  Although such a move was a temporary fix, it gave Dommi enough time to then kick the knife out of the gang leader’s hand and go toe to toe with the leader.

  And it was a battle, at first, as he and Dommi exchanged blow after blow. But Dommi quickly realized a profound truth: the guy had no power behind his blows. Either that or Dommi was so strong the guy wasn’t hurting him at all. Which made Dommi even more fearless.

  He grabbed the leader, slammed him against the wall, and began beating him down too. And Dommi’s licks weren’t just hard. They felt like steel raining down on the gang leader’s face.

  But Dommi wasn’t done. He remembered how close that asshole had gotten to raping Mariah, and doing who-knows-what-else to her. He wanted to do more damage to teach that bastard a lesson. Mariah was off limits!

  That was why Dommi angrily grabbed a nearby brick and began pounding the guy’s face with that brick. He was bashing the leader’s face in.

  When the second flunky saw what was happening to his leader, he squeezed from beneath the unconscious flunky and began backing up on his ass. But instead of confronting Dommi when he got on his feet, he hesitated. This guy was no ordinary joe if he was doing to his leader what no other man had ever been able to do, and he didn’t see the sense in hanging around to have that crazy fuck rain down any blows on him.

  It was each man for himself time, and he was for himself. He took off running.

  That left Dommi and the leader and the still-unconscious flunky number one. And Dommi was nowhere near finished with the leader. He couldn’t stop thinking about what that leader was about to do to Mariah, a girl nobody in this world seemed to give a damn about, and Dommi’s anger wouldn’t let up. Mariah was a harmless soul who wouldn’t hurt anybody. But they were always trying to hurt her. And Dommi wasn’t having it.

  He couldn’t stop beating the guy. He couldn’t stop if his life depended on it. He didn’t understand why, but his gut was telling him to take that motherfucker out. And he escalated his beating. He beat him and he beat him down. When the brick slipped from his hand, Dommi was using his fists again. He got on his knees beating that leader down.

  He beat him until there was no more bone in the guy’s face to soften any blow. He beat him until the guy’s face was so bashed-in that he was unrecognizable as human. And Dommi still kept beating him. The man’s blood was splattering across Dommi’s face, but Dommi still kept beating him. It was like he was in a cocoon, and there was no getting out of it. He couldn’t stop himself.

  Until he heard the sirens.

  It was the s
ound of sirens, in the far distance, that stopped Dommi cold. And he came to himself, looked at the man he still held by the catch of his big hand, and realized what he was doing. He realized what he had done! He managed to shock himself.

  He let the man go. The man slid on down the wall, with his head cocked sideways and lifeless, as Dommi stood up.

  Dommi looked at the still-unconscious flunky number one, too, and realized he’d just put himself and his freedom at major risk. If the cops came, and saw that he was a Gabrini, and saw all of the carnage, he knew there would be no he had a knife excuse they wanted to hear. They’d put his biracial ass under the jail, and he knew it.

  And he knew he had to take the advice he had given to Mariah, and get his ass out of there too.

  He ran.

  He ran to his Camaro, jumped in, floored it, and took off.

  And that talk he dismissed earlier, from his worried father and brother and his concerned uncles, wasn’t dismissed anymore. He wasn’t tamed, his old man had said. He wasn’t ready.

  He was fighting back tears, as he drove.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Sal Gabrini was deep inside of his wife Gemma, cumming with an outpouring that had him grunting so loud it sounded like he was in agony, not ecstasy. He was on top of her, and was squeezing her small body so hard she could feel every pound of his weight. But she loved how he did her so completely, that it was lightweight to her. Because his dick was deep inside of her, stroking her with rapid, deeply penetrating strokes. He was still hitting her in that perfect spot, even as he was cumming and pouring into her. And she began cumming too.

  Sal felt when she broke loose, as her vagina closed even tighter around his thick rod and her pulsations only made him cum harder. He was panting he was breathing so hard as he held her naked black body tighter and tighter and his fingers slinked through her soft, short afro. He fucked her as if his cum would not end.

  And even when all of the sensations had ebbed, and she was done, Sal was still fucking her. He was still trying to get the last drop out of himself before he’d give up her wet sweetness. He kept going. And going. And going. Until Gemma, who was holding on and enjoying the ride, was cumming again.

  Sal kissed her hard as she came, and kept his penis stroking her, but there was no way he had the energy to cum again himself.

  That was why, when her cum was over, Sal collapsed on top of her. He was through.

  But then he looked at her. “Just give me a couple minutes,” he said between heavy breaths, “and we’ll go another round.”

  Gemma smiled. She knew good-and-well her husband was in no condition to go another anything. “You aren’t going any more rounds with me,” she said, pushing his big body off of her small one. “I’ve got to go to work in the morning. I’ve got to be able to walk!”

  Sal grinned as he watched her get her fine body out of bed and make her way to the bathroom.

  But then his security system buzzed. He looked at the location map on his wall and saw that there was activity at the front gate: the front gate icon was lit up. He also saw, on the clock on that same wall, that it was almost midnight.

  He got out of bed and walked his naked body into the adjacent sitting room. He pressed the button on the side wall and a group of closed-circuit TV monitors appeared. He zoomed in on the front gate. He saw a familiar-looking Camaro on the outside of the gate, and one of his guards seemingly arguing with whomever was inside that car.

  “What the . . .,” Sal said out loud as he looked, and then he pressed the button. “What’s that about?” he asked his station guard.

  The guard who had been arguing with whomever was inside of the car, went over to the booth and pressed the button. “It’s Dommi Gabrini, sir, requesting entry. But he won’t say why.”

  Sal frowned. “He doesn’t have to say why, you fucking moron! He’s my nephew. What’s wrong with you? Let him through!”

  “Yes, sir,” the guard said quickly, and then released the electronic gate. As soon as it opened, Dom’s Camaro sped through.

  Sal went back into the master bedroom and began putting on his clothes he had discarded when he and Gemma had said goodnight to the last of their guests and had made it upstairs.

  Gemma came out of the bathroom while Sal was dressing. “Who were you talking to?” she asked him. “And where do you think you’re going this time of night?”

  “Dom’s outside,” Sal said as he sat down and put on his shoes.

  But Gemma was surprised. “Dom? What’s he doing here? It’s almost midnight, Sal.”

  “What are you telling me that for?” Sal asked with agitation in his voice. “You think I don’t know that?”

  Gemma didn’t argue with him because she knew him. Sal was agitated, but not at her. Or anybody. He usually became agitated when he was worried. He was more worried about why Dom was at their house at midnight, than the fact that Dom was at their house at midnight.

  “I’ll handle it,” he said to her when he saw that she was getting worried too. “Get some sleep.”

  “Sal . . .”

  “Come on, I mean it,” he said as he went to the bed and held the covers back for her. “Get in.”

  Gemma was an attorney and knew she had to be in court at eight in the morning. She also knew she had to let him handle it. She got in bed.

  Sal kissed her on the lips.

  “Is he alright?” Gemma asked him.

  “He’s here with me,” Sal said. “What do you think? Yes, he’s alright.”

  But Gemma, never one to be so easily dismissed, stared at him.

  “I don’t know if he’s alright or not,” said Sal honestly. “But I’ll find out. You get some sleep,” he ordered, and kissed her again. And then he headed downstairs.

  But as soon as he made it downstairs, and saw Dommi coming through the door with blood all over his face and clothes, even Sal Gabrini, a mob boss, slowed his walk. And his heart began to pound.

  Dommi closed the door behind him, and was looking up the stairs at his uncle with a face, Sal noticed, that was as innocent-looking as it was vicious-looking. He was still so young! But what the fuck was an innocent person doing with blood all over him, Sal also realized.

  Without saying a word, Sal began walking toward his downstairs office. It wasn’t just he and Gemma in the house. Their young son Salvatore Luciano Gabrini, Junior, also known as Lucky Luciano, was in the house too. Lucky was asleep, and Sal aimed to keep it that way.

  Dommi followed Sal into his home office, and closed the door behind him. Sal walked up to his desk, leaned against the front edge, and folded his arms and stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankle. Dommi, nearly hyperventilating, stood in front of him.

  “Tell me,” Sal said, his face a mask of concern.

  “There were these guys,” Dommi began.

  But Sal cut him off. “How many?” he asked.

  “Three.”

  “Who?”

  “Guys. I don’t know their names.”

  “They go to your school?”

  “Fuck no.”

  “Older guys?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What about’em?”

  “I saw them taking this girl I knew out back, while we were at Mo’s. So, I went to see what was going on.”

  Sal frowned. “What was that your business, Dommi?”

  But Dommi wasn’t about to accept that. “She’s a friend of mine,” he said bluntly. “It was my business. I went to see what those no-good assholes were up to. And like I suspected, they were up to no good.”

  “Gang-raped her?” Sal asked.

  “That’s what they planned to do. Only I interrupted the party.”

  “You’re telling me that’s not your blood all over your ass?”

  “It’s definitely not mine,” said Dommi, although he wasn’t saying it as if he was proud of that fact. “It’s theirs.”

  Sal was relieved to hear that. But based on what he was seeing, it had to be a violent encounter. “W
hat did you do?” he asked him.

  “I beat their asses. What do you think, Unc? They were going to rape my friend. And they pulled knives on me. And I don’t know, when I got to the main one, I don’t know what happened. My gut told me to beat his ass. So I did.”

  “Did you have any help?” Sal asked.

  Dommi shook his head. “No. I handled all three. Two are unconscious. One ran away.”

  Sal nodded. “Two unconscious, good,” he said. “That’s how you do that shit.” Then he realized he was saying it to the young man they were trying to dissuade from that thug life. He frowned. “Or you avoid that shit altogether, which is what your ass should have done. Because you let one get away. Now there’s a fucking witness out there.”

  “Come on, Uncle Sal! How was I supposed to stop him from running? Three fuckers come at you with knives how would you handle that shit? Pat’em on the back and send them on their way? Fuck nall. Pop wouldn’t do it either. But y’all expect me to?”

  “Don’t talk to me about fuckers coming at you!” Sal shot back. “Nobody came at your ass. You put your nose in somebody else’s business. You came for them!”

  “Like you and Pop and Uncle Tommy do all the time,” Dommi said. “I wasn’t letting them rape my friend!”

  Sal knew it too. That was why he exhaled. “You said two were unconscious. Did you check to see if either one of them were dead?”

  A sad look appeared in Dommi’s eyes. He was no monster, although he acted like one at Mo’s. “I don’t know if they are or not,” he said. “I heard sirens, so I took off.”

  “Any witnesses?” Sal asked.

  “No,” said Dommi.

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because I looked around, aw’ight? Nobody was in that alley but us. That’s why they used it in the first place. It was in a fenced off area, although the gate was wide open.”

  “And the girl? Where is she?”

  “I told her to run, to go home. She ran.”

  “Did she go home?”

  “I don’t know yet,” Dommi said. “But I know she got away from there.”