MOB BOSS 6: THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI (Mob Boss Series)

by Monroe, Mallory

“Yeah, but you would have. And if he was ever talking in that direction you would have let me know about it. He tells you everything, thank God. He would have told you if he planned to marry her.”

  “That’s true,” Trina said, leaning back against the headrest. “He’s certainly in love, and I wasn’t going to expose that until he was ready to expose it himself. But he hasn’t mentioned anything about committing the rest of his life to her.”

  “Perish the thought! My son with that gold digger? Please!”

  “She said she was in school.”

  “She’s in school, all right. She schools that sugar daddy every time he pops over to that place he’s paying for.”

  Trina laughed. Then thought about something. She looked at Reno. “You ever been somebody’s sugar daddy, Reno?”

  Reno glanced back at her, then looked back at the road. “I’ve had arrangements in that direction with a female here and there. If that’s what you mean.”

  “Arrangements?”

  “Yeah. I pay the bills.” Then Reno smiled. “And they school me whenever I drop in.”

  Trina playfully pushed Reno.

  “Just like you’re gonna school me when we get home,” he added.

  “Wait on that lesson if you want,” replied Trina.

  Reno looked at her. “Oh, yeah?” he said.

  “Oh, yeah,” she said.

  “Okay, Miss Big Shot,” he said and then laid on the gas, causing his Porsche to propel forward. But instead of driving them home, he made a turn and then a couple additional turns, and then headed down a wooded road.

  “Where are we going?” Trina asked him, looking around at the sudden desolate place.

  “No-where,” Reno said and then stopped his car. He turned the powerful engine off and killed the lights. He pushed his seat back further and began unbuckling and unzipping his pants.

  “Reno,” Trina said, half-excited and half-wary.

  “Don’t Reno me,” he said. “Come here.”

  When he pulled out his dick, and Trina realized how aroused it already was, she knew he wasn’t joking.

  “We can’t,” she said. “What if somebody comes?”

  “We’ll tell them school is in session so get lost. Now come here.”

  Trina looked at Reno’s erection and began to feel the urge herself. This was crazy, she thought, but she went to him anyway.

  He placed her on his lap facing him, tore the seat of her panties, and began to massage her with his fingers. That move alone caused Trina to sigh in anticipation.

  “Pull’em out, Tree,” Reno ordered her as he began to unzip her dress halfway. “I want to taste them again.”

  Trina knew exactly what he meant. She slipped her arms out of her unzipped dress and exposed her bra. Then she lifted her bra over her breasts, causing them to spill out, and causing Reno to immediately capture one and then the other one with his mouth.

  Trina arched as Reno licked and sucked her. She sighed as his fingers moved deeper inside of her with a rapid in and out poking that made her began to get moist.

  “Think you’re ready to school me?” Reno asked as he sucked and poked.

  “What do you think?”

  “Not yet,” he said as he continued.

  “Why not?” she asked almost breathlessly.

  “Because you haven’t fed me yet,” he said and tossed her onto the passenger seat onto her back, her hair bouncing up and then falling around her face. He then opened her legs wider, put his head between her thighs, and began licking her and eating her as if he had been craving her for months.

  Trina knew it was crazy, having sex in a car in the middle of nowhere, but the craziness of Reno’s action was equally matched by the excitement of it. And by the unmatched sensuality as his tongue licked her folds until they were red and wrinkled.

  And then it was time.

  “Oh, baby,” Reno said as he usually said when he couldn’t hold out much longer.

  He got on his knees, lifted her legs, and positioned his dick at the opening of her vagina. And then he entered that sweet place.

  His eyes rolled back, and his head followed, as soon as he felt that sweetness. And he began to fuck her, pushing his dick in and out of her in a rhythm that kept bordering on mania. But he managed to maintain his control, and kept it steady with every stroke, until the strokes began to pile up. Until the strokes began to feel like punctures right at the heart of her most sensual spots. And her response to his perfect scores ignited his own response.

  She came first, but he soon followed. There wasn’t room in the car for her to arch and stretch, and Reno understood that. He therefore pulled her body up to his and held her as she came. He was now experiencing his deepest penetration as he held her. And he couldn’t stop stroking. Even though she was tightening and he was pulsating and both of them were caught in the sensations of an overload of intense feelings, he kept putting it on both of them with strokes that prolonged their beautiful agony. Until she could tighten no more and his dick was so poured out that it was beginning to go limp.

  He held Trina even closer as they remained in place, with his dick still inside of her and her wetness still saturating him.

  “You’re one hellava teacher,” he said in a voice that was barely a whisper.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Reno was glad to be back. He walked around the huge casino inside the PaLargio as if he owned the place. Which, he thought slyly, he did. But he was thrilled to be back. Everybody knew him, so he could barely get two feet without being stopped and spoken to and given a thank-you for creating such a positive environment.

  He also couldn’t stop noticing Lee Jones and Trina. They were near the back of the casino in a group discussion with two other men. Fran claimed many times that the two were always hanging around each other, but Reno would dismiss such talk with a wave of his hand. Trina was the senior president of the PaLargio and Lee was its chief operating officer. They were supposed to be in constant contact.

  But as Reno made his way around the massive casino, talking and speaking and laughing with his guests, he kept noticing something that went further than mere professional contact. He noticed how Lee, who was standing next to Trina in the group, kept placing his hand on the small of her back or kept brushing her bare arm repeatedly. Every time Reno looked over there, he was doing that. What the fuck he kept touching her for, Reno wanted to know. And the way Trina so casually mentioned that he was helping with the boutique was beginning to bother him. Why would Lee need to be involved in some ladies boutique, anyway, Reno now wanted to know?

  But Reno couldn’t get any of those questions answered right now. He was being bombarded by too many people. A man like him go away for a week, when he returned he had to expect another week of outsized attention. He kept his eye on his wife and his most trusted executive, but that was about all he could do about it right now.

  Until later that same day. Lee Jones, who was a very busy man, found himself sitting in Reno’s waiting room waiting to be seen. When Trina, who was passing by on her way to her own office, saw him, she walked pass then backed back up.

  She walked up to him. “Why are you sitting out here?” she asked him. Reno’s secretary glanced at her when she said that.

  “Your husband phoned and ordered me to his office,” Lee replied.

  “What about?”

  “My constant contact with you, is what he said on the phone.”

  “Your what?” she asked surprised, and then realized what he meant. That Fran, she thought. “You can get back to work, Lee,” she said. “I’ll take care of it.”

  “Are you sure?” Lee asked, standing to his feet. “I don’t wanna feel the wrath of Reno.”

  Trina smiled. “You won’t, don’t worry.”

  “I do have people to see this afternoon.”

  “Then go see them. I’ll handle Reno.”

  Lee squeezed Trina’s arm. “Thanks, Tree,” he said and left.

  Then Trina thought about Reno, and the
fact that he would let Fran’s nonsense cause him to waste Lee’s valuable time like this. And her anger rose. She hurried toward his office.

  “He’s in a do not disturb meeting, ma’am,” his secretary quickly said, rising to her feet. But Trina barged in anyway.

  Reno was standing at his conference table with a team of architects surrounding him. He was in shirtsleeves and designer suspenders, and was reviewing blueprints as if he were reviewing a monumental document. He looked up, however, when Trina walked into his office.

  She didn’t have to say a word for Reno to know something was bugging her. That fire in her eyes gave it away for Reno. “A few minutes, gentlemen,” he said and the architects immediately left the office. He walked over his wife.

  “What’s got your panties in such a twist?” he asked her.

  “Why would you order Lee to your office over some Fran bullshit?”

  Reno frowned. “What Fran bullshit?”

  “She’s getting ready to leave town on her European vacation, but she still has to stir up trouble on her way out the door.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about Lee! What constant contact you want to talk to him about?”

  Reno didn’t realize she knew about that. “He’s still out there I take it?”

  “No. I told him to go on about his business. That man doesn’t have time for this foolishness, Reno.”

  “I don’t have time for foolishness either, who do you think you’re talking to? He touches you entirely too much and I want to tell him, man to man, to cut that shit out. And I am going to tell him that.”

  “But that’s nothing and you know it. He’s just being friendly. I’ll tell him to lay off.”

  “Be that as it may. But if it’s okay with you I would rather tell him that myself thank-you. I mean what’s up with him all of a sudden?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about that boutique. And the way you so casually mentioned that he’ll be a partner in that boutique of yours.”

  “He’ll be more like a consultant. He’ll provide us with technical expertise. He’s Gemma’s cousin, remember? They are related, hello? She wanted his input. And Liz and I agreed. Period. I don’t see why you think you need to worry about that.”

  “I’m not worried about it. But I do feel I have a right to know why the fuck he needs to be involved in some ladies boutique at all. Technical or otherwise.”

  Trina wanted to laugh. This was getting ridiculous. “Because he’s a friend of mine who offered his assistance. Because he’s Gemma’s cousin and she wanted to utilize his business acumen. Because we gladly accepted his offer to help. That’s why he’s involved.”

  “But a ladies boutique?”

  “So?”

  Reno thought about it. Then he shook his head. “You’re right. I’m being overprotective again.”

  “Yes, you are. Very.”

  Reno sat on the edge of his desk. “I guess I’m still antsy after you wasn’t here when I got back in town a couple of days ago. I don’t want any joker thinking the fact that I’m out of town a lot lately is an invitation for him to fill the void.”

  Trina looked at Reno and shook her head. “You’re something else, you know that? You think just because you’re away for a week that somebody else can possibly fill your void?”

  She moved between his legs and placed her arms around his neck. “You foolish boy,” she said. “Somebody filling your void would be like somebody filling Niagara Falls. And Lee Jones? Please. He’s fine, I’ll give him that, but he’s not you, Reno. He would have to be you for me to want him.”

  Reno wrapped his arms around her waist. “Well I’m home free then. Because you can rest assured, baby, that he can’t be me.” Trina laughed. “You can rest assured,” he continued, “that there’s only one Reno on the face of this earth.”

  “Yes,” Trina said. “Thank God.”

  Reno started to kiss her neck, then thought about what she had just said. He looked at her. She laughed, hit him on the chest, and shimmied out of his arms. “I’ve got work to do and so do you,” she said as she left.

  Reno smiled. But that still didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have that conversation with Lee. Because he was.

  One week later and Jimmy Mack’s souped-up Mustang drove onto the driveway of Ashley Cooper’s small house on Rondo Road. He jumped out and hurried across the front lawn in his jeans and Miami Heat t-shirt.

  Ashley opened the door as soon as he made it onto her front porch, and ran into his arms as soon as he crossed her threshold.

  “What happened?” he asked as he entered. “What’s the matter, babe?”

  She moved out of his arms and closed the door. Her once-pretty face looked ghostly.

  “Tell me what’s wrong, girl,” Jimmy was insisting. He was playing a pickup game of basketball with Mikey, another friend, when she phoned him sounding as if she was about to lose it. She begged him to drop everything and rush over, but she refused to tell him why. Now that he had arrived, and saw her distressed state for himself, he had to know.

  But she folded her arms instead, as if what had happened was unspeakable. Tears began to appear in her soft, blue eyes.

  “Ash, what is it?” Jimmy asked her.

  She began to shake her head. “What are we going to do, Jimmy?” she finally spoke. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t . . . I don’t . . . What are we going to do?”

  “Come sit down,” Jimmy said, helping her to the sofa, “and tell me what’s going on.”

  She sat down, but she was still mumbling incoherently.

  “Ash, what is it?”

  “It’s not his fault,” she finally said.

  “It’s not whose fault? What are you talking about, Ash?”

  “It’s not Riley’s fault.”

  Jimmy hesitated. Riley Cooper was his best friend and her younger brother. “What’s not his fault? Where’s Coop anyway? Is he here?”

  She nodded her head.

  “Where is he?”

  She pointed toward the back. This was strange behavior for talkative Ashley to say the least. But Jimmy stood up anyway and headed for the back. Her bedroom in the two-bedroom house, he knew, was across from the bathroom. Coop’s room was closer up.

  The door was wide open, and as soon as Jimmy entered the bedroom and turned the quick corner, he stopped in his tracks. Cooper was in the room, all right, but so was a man, on the floor, covered in what appeared to be his own vomit and blood. Jimmy couldn’t believe it. He almost puked himself.

  He looked at Cooper. Coop was just standing there, staring at the man.

  “What happened?” Jimmy asked him.

  “I said weed,” Coop said.

  Jimmy frowned. “What?”

  “I told him to bring over a little weed. That’s all I told him to bring. But he brought smack.” Cooper looked at Jimmy. “I don’t do that shit.”

  The fact that Cooper was unhinged concerned Jimmy even more than Ashley’s distress. Cooper never behaved this way. “Tell me what happened,” he said to his friend just as Ashley entered the room behind him.

  “We were supposed to be kickin it,” Cooper said, hitting one hand with the other hand as if he was some street thug from way back when he was a red-haired, freckled-face white boy who never spent a day in the hood.

  “We were supposed to be hanging out,” he continued. “We were supposed to see what girls we could pick up later, what fun we could get into. Nothing special. I went to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. Ash was in her room and was bitching about how I had to pay my share of the rent on time this month and how she didn’t appreciate all these strange dudes I had in and out of her house. I told her everybody I invite up in here are friends of mine, not strangers. So we got into it a little about that. You know, like we’re always getting into it. But it was nothing different. Until I came back in here. When I came back in the room, he was already shooting up.”

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sp; It was only then did Jimmy see the hypodermic syringe and other paraphernalia around the room, and what looked like a spilled bag of a powdered substance.

  Jimmy looked at the substance and then looked at Cooper. “Cocaine?” he asked him.

  “Smack, man. Smack. The big H. But he was already shooting up,” Cooper said. “I slapped it out of his hand as soon as I saw it, but he was already acting like he was geeking or something. Then his eyes started rolling in the back of his head. And then he started having a fit like he was having a seizure or something. He started foaming at the mouth and then was throwing up blood.”

  Jimmy was still staring at the man on the floor as if he was re-living the first time he saw him in that state. “And then he was dead.”

  “But are you sure?” Jimmy asked. “Are you sure he’s dead?”

  “Yes,” Ashley said, walking around Jimmy to stand at her brother’s side. She, too, was staring at the body on the floor. “We’re sure. He’s dead.”

  Jimmy ran his hand through his hair the way he’d seen his father do a thousand times, but only he wasn’t nowhere near as calm as he knew his father would have been. “Did y’all call 911?” he asked.

  “911?” Ashley asked. “We can’t!”

  Jimmy looked at her. “What do you mean you can’t?”

  “Look at him, Jimmy! Look at all of this heroin in our house! They’re gonna say we did this to him! They’re gonna say we gave him drugs and did this to him! They’ll put me and Riley both in prison!”

  Jimmy felt as if he was on an alternate universe. “But you’ve got to call for help, what are you talking? There’s no two ways about this, Ash. We’ve got a dead body up in here!”

  “I know that. But it’s not our fault!”

  “I didn’t say it was your fault. You can tell the cops exactly what happened. Coop can tell them.”

  Cooper looked at Jimmy. “And you think they’ll believe me? You think all I have to do is walk up in that police station and say I’m innocent and they’ll believe me? They’ll say I gave those drugs to him, Jimmy. They’ll say I killed him. I could spend the rest of my life in prison. And Ash can too, because she was in the house too.”