“We’ll do our part,” Big Bog said, nodding his head. “Anything to get in on that PaLargio action. We asked Gabrini nicely to let us in on the action. Didn’t we ask nicely, boys?”
“We asked nicely,” said one brother.
“We asked nicely,” confirmed the other one.
“In a couple days, we’ll be not-so-nice,” said Big Bog.
“And then Koba takes over,” Artie said. “Stick with us,” he added, “and you kids will go places!”
They all laughed. Seeing the most powerful man in Vegas brought to his knees was a ride they weren’t about to turn down.
They ended the call and took off. They were heading a long way from the Vegas Strip. To their club. To their seedier turf. To a place where Reno Gabrini was a legend of mythological proportions, yet a man nobody would even recognize on sight. Because the Vegas Strip to their clientele, though a few miles away, might as well have been a thousand miles away. A world away.
“Our clientele don’t live in a suit and tie world like where Reno lives,” said Big Bog. “Now Reno’s about to get a taste of what he’s no longer accustomed to.”
“And what’s that, Big?” the youngest Johnson asked.
“The underbelly. The hardcore,” said his big brother. “The place where men will kill you if you look at them wrong. Reno looked at us wrong tonight,” he added, and his brothers laughed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Trina was on top, her naked body already caked in sweat, and was riding him hard. Reno held onto her hips, and was watching as the lips of her vagina glided across his rod smooth as silk. His naked body was as sweaty as his dick was hard, and it took all he had to postpone his cum.
Because he wanted to cum bad. Trina’s breasts were bouncing, and her hips were gyrating, and her beautiful face was looking down at him so lovingly that he could hardly contain himself.
He grabbed her by the neck, and pulled her down, causing her to smile with joy, as he kissed her long and hard on her lips. Then he kissed her breasts, and sucked them, and made love to them even as her vagina kept enclosing around his penis until his penis was screaming for a release.
But not yet. Reno held on. It felt to great to just give in now.
He wrapped Trina in his arms, as she rode him, and Trina wrapped her arms around him too. It was the feeling Reno gave her. No matter how angry she was at him, or how happy, his dick always knew how to bring her back to him. And she was back that night. Back in force. She was fucking him hard.
And when Reno could hold out no longer, he let go. He let go before she did. It was the breasts, and that look in her sexy eyes, that did it for Reno. He came hard. And long. And eventually took Trina over too.
When Trina came, she sat back up on Reno and her face grimaced from the intenseness. But when her tongue licked her beautiful lips, Reno couldn’t take it. And he poured out into her with even more electricity. He thought he had poured all he had, but he still had a sack load to release.
And he released it with a hard thrust. So hard that he strained and grab Trina. He needed her to help him hold on. But she was too busy cumming too. How could she curb his enthusiasm, when she couldn’t even curb her own?
She laid down, in his arms, and they came together. For the longest time. Until even Reno had to admit defeat. It was over. Neither one of them had anymore to give.
They held onto each other until they had fallen asleep.
But later, while Trina was still sound asleep, Reno got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went to handle a little unfinished business.
CHAPTER SIX
The youngest brother was slightly drunk and was leaning against Big Bog as Big locked up their club. It was nearly five in the morning. All of their customers and employers and even their limo driver were long gone. And now they were heading home too.
But as they walked toward the youngest brother’s car, the only car they had on premises to get them home, Reno was getting out of his car in that same parking lot. And he cut them off at the pass.
All three brothers were surprised. But scared? Not one of them.
“Well,” said Big Bog, “what would bring uptown Reno downtown? Let me guess: wounded pride?”
“You made a threat,” Reno said. “I wanted to see just how serious you were about that particular threat.”
Big feigned confusion. “And what threat was that?” he asked.
“You know which one,” his younger brother said gleefully, if not drunkenly. “The one about how the next time we weren’t going to ask for a piece of the P, we were going to take it. That threat.”
Big Bog could have knocked the shit out of his kid brother, but he smiled at Reno instead. “Oh, yeah. That threat. And yeah, I meant it. Your ass know I meant it. What do you purport to do about it? Turn me in to the gaming board? Tell me that what I said wasn’t nice? Isn’t that how you elites handle situations nowadays? Isn’t that how the most powerful man in Vegas handle situations?”
His brothers were smiling. They felt as if they had Big Shot Gabrini by the balls.
“Yep,” Reno said. “I’m sure that’s probably how elites handle a threat. But that’s not how I handle a threat. “This Is how I handle it,” he added, and proceeded to gut punch Big Bog so hard it bent him over.
The middle brother, shocked, immediately tried to punch Reno. But Reno blocked his punch and gut punched him too. Then he swung an upper cut on him that clocked him, and took him down.
But Big Bog, a man twice Reno’s size, was back up. This was his turf, and he was defending it. He knocked Reno so hard that Reno slammed against his own car. And then he charged at Reno, ramming him before Reno could move away from the car.
And the fight was on.
The youngest brother took off, to his own car, and got in and cranked up. He knew how to handle bastards like Gabrini too.
But the middle brother remained on the ground, watching the fight. He was the most sober of the brothers, and he understood better than any of them the mistake they were making. This wasn’t in the plan! Gabrini wasn’t a lone wolf, he had muscle behind him too. Bigger muscle than they could ever have, if they were to admit the truth. Muscle like Mick the Tick and Sal Gabrini. Not to mention Dapper Tom and Big Daddy and Teddy Sinatra too? How the fuck were they gonna fight back that kind of army if they did Reno in? And what was their own muscle, the mastermind of their great takeover, going to feel about this late-night brawl, upsetting their brilliant plan? The middle brother stayed where he was. He understood the stakes.
But Big Bog didn’t understand shit because he was beating the crap out of Reno. He had Reno pinned to the car and was enjoying every lick.
Until he got cocky with it, tried to upper cut Reno, and Reno blocked his hands and utilized every ounce of strength he had, straining every muscle in his body, to push Big off of him.
When Reno knocked Big back, it was his time to wail on Big. And he beat his ass. He was smaller than Big, but he was far more muscular and far faster. He took advantage of his gifts and fought hard. Reno fought until he had Big on the ground, and was kicking him like the dog he took him for.
It was only then would the middle brother get off the ground and try to fight back. He knew he couldn’t kill Reno. He wasn’t about to bring that kind of heat on his family. But he could help his brother beat his ass.
Smaller than Reno, he jumped onto Reno’s back, and started punching him about the head. But Reno flipped him over as if he was a feather, flipped him right beside his brother, and pinned him down with his knee. And he went to town on him too. Both brothers were emasculated.
But the youngest brother was behind the wheel of that car. He was drunk, but not so far gone that he didn’t realize he had to do something. He didn’t have a weapon on him: he left it in the club. But he did have a weapon of a car. And when he realized both of his brothers were down, and only he was left, he panicked. And used the weapon he had.
He hit the gas and sped toward Reno, who was just standing up. Reno, stunned by thi
s new threat, jumped over the two downed brothers, attempting to get away from that car, but it caused the younger Johnson brother’s drunk ass to swerve. When he swerved, he ran right over, not one, but both of his own brothers!
Reno couldn’t believe it. The younger Johnson couldn’t either. He slammed on brakes, jumped from the car, and looked at his now badly mangled brothers. And he looked at Reno. “Look what you’ve done!” he yelled.
“Me? Fuck you!” Reno yelled back. He knew his ass wasn’t the one who panicked and took those brothers out.
But the younger Johnson wasn’t rational. He wasn’t even sober. He jumped back in the car, swerved it around again, and took off after Reno, running over his own brothers again.
Reno ran as fast as he could, but he was in an open space now, with nothing to jump on or hide behind. He knew what he had to do.
And he did it. He jumped and rolled sideways, to avoid the speeding car, and it worked. The brother kept driving, missing Reno by inches.
But then he slammed on brakes again, turned the car around again, and headed for Reno again.
But this time Reno wasn’t about to rely on his agility again. His body wasn’t that agile. While Reno was laying on his back, he pulled out his gun and did what he hated to do, and what he promised Trina he would never do again: he escalated the shit.
But what was he supposed to do? Let that sick bastard kill him?
He fired shot after shot into that car, fired fast and furious, and killed that sick bastard instead.
The car kept driving, past Reno, and it kept going. But it slowed and slowed and slowed. It lost all momentum, and then stopped.
Reno ran to the car, to make certain that fucker was dead. He was. He was slumped over the steering wheel with more than one bullet inside of him.
And then Reno ran to his own car, got in, and took off. He called for a cleanup crew to clean up the mess, and get all camera footage.
But as he drove away, he hit his hand against the steering wheel repeatedly. It was like living in a Catch-22. He was fucked if he let that threat stand, and let those bastards come for him. He was fucked if he didn’t let that threat stand, and went for those bastards. He was damned if he did, and damned if he didn’t.
But Reno always did.
He was never going to sit back and let anybody threaten him, and not give an account of just what muscle they had behind that threat. He didn’t care how Trina felt about that. Protecting his family was his turf, not hers.
He was in his lane.
But as he drove along the dark streets heading back to the liveliness of the Strip, he felt lonely, and sick and tired, in his lane.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Mommy?”
Trina was sitting at the kitchen table strolling through her phone messages, with her young teenage son Dominic, Junior, sitting on one side of her eating breakfast, while her preteen daughter Sophia, on the opposite side of her, was eating breakfast too. Her youngest child, Carmine, was in his highchair eating his food and ignoring them all. But it was Dommi, as usual, who had all the questions. Trina was barely awake, and he had questions already.
“Yes, boy,” she answered him without looking up from her phone. “Miss Nonarni is now single.”
“Think she’ll date a younger man?”
“Like you?” Sophie asked. “Not if she has any sense at all!”
“Only people who’ll date you are chumps.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because you’re a chump!”
“Enough of that,” Trina said.
Dommi quickly moved on. “Why do they call Uncle Mick Mick the Tick?”
Trina frowned, and looked up from her messages. “What?”
“What kind of name is that, is what I’m asking?” Dommi asked.
“And that’s what’s on your mind this time of morning? Uncle Mick’s nickname?”
“I have a lot of other things on my mind this time of morning,” Dommi said. “But that’s one thing, you bet cha.”
“And why, Dommi?” Trina asked.
“Because he’s crazy like that,” Sophia said, eating without looking at her stupid brother too. “I think he just craves attention and he’ll take it no matter how it’s given.”
Dommi looked at Sophie. “Stick to your beauty queen pageants and baby dolls, aw’ight?” he said.
But Sophia gave him a look that could melt steel. “I’m not a beauty queen and never want to be. You, on the other hand, is the person they call Peacock Gabrini. So speak for yourself!”
“Alright, that’s enough,” said Trina.
“Nobody calls me Peacock Gabrini anyway,” Dommi said, upset.
“Uncle Sal does. Uncle Tommy does. Daddy does when he’s mad at your ass.”
Sophia immediately hit her mouth with her hand, stunned that a cuss word came out of her mouth. At least in front of her mother. She and Dommi both looked at Trina.
And Trina wasn’t having it. “Get up from this table and go get ready for school now.”
“But I’m not finished eating yet,” Sophia complained.
“Tough,” said Trina. “You’re so grown now, can use grown-up words now, what is breakfast to you? Breakfast is for kids. Get up and do as I said!”
Sophia hated when she allowed her brother to get the upper hand. And he was smiling too? She wanted to punch him. But she was afraid of her mother even more than she was of anybody on the face of the earth. She got up.
“You, too, Dommi,” Trina said. “Go get ready for school.”
But Dommi was livid. “What did I do? I didn’t say any bad words! I was just asking a question.”
Trina looked at him. “I’m not telling you again, boy. Go!”
“Go where?” It was Jimmy Mack Gabrini, Reno’s grown son from a prior relationship, along with his daughter Madison. They had entered the home and was just entering the kitchen.
But when Madison saw Trina, she smiled and ran to her. “Nana, Nana!” she cried as she ran.
“Hey, my angel,” Trina said as she lifted Madison into her arms. Carmine did as he usually did whenever Madison came around: he stared at her.
“So what did he do this time?” Jimmy asked.
“’Nothing,” Dommi said as he stood from the table. “Absolutely nothing! Sophie does wrong, so she has to punish me too. That’s how it’s done around here.”
“Boy, if you don’t take your ass on!” Trina yelled.
Dommi looked at Jimmy. “And she and Daddy wonders why their children cuss too,” he said. Jimmy laughed.
But when Trina made a motion as if she was about to get up from that table and beat his ass, Dommi, no fool by any stretch, took off.
Jimmy kissed Carmine and sat at the table. “What did Miss Perfect do wrong?”
“Don’t call her that,” Trina said.
“That’s how Dad treats her. Like she can do no wrong.”
“That’s not how I treat her. I know her ass,” she said, and Jimmy laughed. “Your father isn’t here enough to see what I see,” Trina added. “She used profanity, that’s what she did wrong.”
“Profanity? Not Sophia,” Jimmy said, smiling and pretending to be astonished. “Not Lexie, as Dad calls her. What word?”
“Ass.”
Jimmy laughed. “You mean your favorite word? Dommi isn’t wrong, you know. You and Dad cuss like sailors.”
Trina exhaled. “I know.”
“But don’t do as you do, do as you say, right?”
Trina had to smile too. “Right,” she said. “We’re hypocrites and awful parents. What can I say?”
“You’re great parents. You love your children and you protect your children. But the hypocrisy? Now that may hold some merit.”
Trina laughed, and tickled Maddie.
Then Jimmy’s smile slowly dissipated. “Speaking of not here enough,” he said. “Where’s Dad? Still sleep?”
“No, he’s gone.”
“This early? Where? He wasn’t in his office,
and the casino just have the oxygen tank crew gambling this time of morning. There’s no reason for him to be in the casino, and I already peeped in at his office. Where is he?”
“Hell if I know,” Trina said. Reno fucked her like he couldn’t get enough of her last night, she went to sleep in his arms, then she woke up and he was already gone. “But that’s your father,” she said.
“And always will be,” said Jimmy.
But it was only several minutes later that the front door opened, and Reno walked in.
“Damn, Dad,” Jimmy said as soon as Reno entered the kitchen. “You look like shit. Where in the world have you been?”
“What are you doing here?” Reno made his way to the table. When he saw Madison, and Madison saw him, both of them smiled. “Hey, Maddie May!” Reno said to his only grandchild. “How’s my baby?”
Madison reached out her hands, more than willing to dump Trina for Reno, and Reno picked her up.
“She’s always happy to see you and Mom,” Jimmy said.
“She knows what good people we are,” Reno said, playing with Maddie. Then he looked at Jimmy. “So what brings you up here?”
“We wanted to have breakfast with the family. Except neither one of us are hungry and declined all food.”
“I didn’t offer any food to decline,” Trina said.
“I’m going to start charging you rent,” Reno said as he sat beside Trina, with Maddie in his lap. “Your ass up here so much. I already gave you that rent-free apartment downstairs, and your ass still up here every time I turn around.”
“And I appreciate it greatly. But you know I’m a VP now, and Uncle Tommy pays me very well. I can easily pay you rent.”
“Then where the hell is it?” Reno asked.
“That’s what I wanna know,” said Trina.
“I feel paying rent would cheapen our relationship,” Jimmy said jovially. “There’s something seedy to me about paying your parents to live on their property. It just doesn’t sit right with me.”
“What’s seedy is living rent-free,” Reno said. “Now that’s some seedy shit.”
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