MOB BOSS 3: LOVE AND RETRIBUTION (16 page)

He laid down on top of her, his stomach against her ass, his in and almost out rhythm steadily increasing. “You turn me on so much, baby,” Tommy whispered in Shawna’s ear as he fucked her. “I could fuck you al night long.”

“Then do it,” Shawna said with sensual delight.

But he knew that was impossible. The feeling was just too intense. Because as soon as she said it, Tommy’s control broke and his gyrations became deeper, more penetrating thrusts that caused Shawna to scream his name.

“
Tom-my
!” she screamed as he rode her; as she felt the stiffness of his rod thrash against the wals of her vagina, over and over. And his thrashings kept going deeper and deeper until he was within the deepest part of her womanhood. And that was when he let it out. Al of it. Into her.

She squeezed her vagina around his rod as he released, and the tightness of her climax, and the thrust of that release, met in a place of such high intensity that they both lifted up, and then crashed back down.

Later, as they lay arm in arm in bed, Tommy kissed her forehead. He was holding onto her as tightly as he could. And that elephant in the room, that trip to New Jersey tomorrow, could be ignored no longer.

“What’s going to happen, Shawnie?” Tommy asked her.

Shawna hesitated. “About what?”

“Vito Giancarlo.”

“We’re going to meet with him.”

“And?”

Shawna smiled. “And there wil be blood.”

Tommy pinched her bare butt. “Don’t play with me.”

“I’m not playing. It’s the truth. You ask me what’s going to happen and I told you: bloodshed is going to happen, that’s what.”

Tommy hesitated. “And you’re okay with that?”

Shawna didn’t respond. She knew exactly where this was leading and she didn’t want to go there.

“And you’re okay with blood being shed?” Tommy asked again.

“No, I’m not okay with it,” Shawna finaly responded, “but what do you want me to say, Tommy? It is what it is. I’l just go and do my job.”

“And your job is what? Helping Reno kil Vito Giancarlo?”

“Vito is a bad guy--”

“Vito is a man, Shawnie. A human being. And who gives you the right to end that man’s life?”

“He kiled Reno’s mother!”

“You don’t know that for certain.”

“I do know it, what are you talking about? And what difference does it make anyway? If he’s not guilty of this crime, he’s guilty of some other crime. I just do my job.”

Tommy hesitated. “And what if I ask you not to do this job?”

Shawna immediately moved out of his arms and began moving out of his bed.

“Shawnie!” he yeled and grabbed for her, but she was already on her way.

She grabbed his same dress shirt that he had earlier tossed off, put it on her naked body, and headed out on the balcony adjacent to the bedroom.

Tommy sat up, knowing he had bitten on sensitive fruit, and wondered if making amends was even worth the bite.

He quickly decided that it was, put on his bath robe, and went out onto the balcony too.

Shawna was standing at the rail, her long hair blowing in the wind, as she looked out at the birdbath in the middle of the big backyard. His shirt on her body was blowing too, batting and wrapping around her slim body, revealing far too much of her for such a breezy night.

Tommy walked up behind her and opened his robe, wrapping her into it with him, her body now pressed against his. And they just stood there. Then Tommy spoke.

“Forget I said that,” he said.

“But you meant it, didn’t you? You want me to quit my job.”

“I didn’t say that, Shawnie. I don’t want you to get caught up in any mob war, that’s what I was talking about.”

“But that’s my job, Tommy. Reno hired me because he could trust me to do what I have to do. He doesn’t know who he can trust now.”

“I understand that.”

“He trusts you, but you’re no kiler. You don’t have that in you, Tommy.”

“You’re no kiler either.”

Shawna didn’t respond.

“I do what I have to do, too,” Tommy said.

“I know that,” she replied. “But that’s the problem. Sometimes on these kinds of jobs you don’t just do what you have to do, but what you think you need to do. That’s the difference. You don’t have that in you.”

Tommy exhaled. “I just want you safe,” he said, a frown of anxiousness engulfing his face. “I just want my lady safe.”

Shawna inwardly smiled. Because it was true. Tommy Gabrini realy loved and cared about her, and was probably the only human being on the face of this earth who did.

She leaned back, against his rock hard, naked body.

“I’l be safe,” she promised.

TEN

The private jet taxied at the airstrip in Newark, New Jersey and Reno stood to his feet. With him on the plane were Trina, Tommy and Shawna. Carmine and MarBeth, who arrived earlier that morning, was also with them. MarBeth might stil be a target, regardless of what Marcy had said, and Reno therefore wasn’t about to take any unnecessary chances. The way he saw it he’d had more than his share of unforced errors over the past year. He wasn’t interested in having any more.

As the plane taxied to a halt, Tommy, Shawna, and Carmine stood up too.

“This is the deal,” Reno said, putting on his suit coat. “I want the ladies to remain on the plane.”

“On the plane?” MarBeth asked. “Why can’t we wait at Somers Point, Reno?”

“Because I said you’re waiting on the plane, MarBeth,” Reno shot back. “No hood in their right mind is coming anywhere near this airstrip to do any hit. This is the safest place to be right now. That’s why everybody came. So I don’t have to be worrying about it. Me and Shanks wil go and have a little talk with Vito, you guys wil stay here.”

“I’m going too, Reno,” Tommy said.

Reno looked at his cousin, at his expensive tailored suit, at his perfectly groomed hair and nails. Tommy used to be a cop, and a damn good one, but now he was a businessman first and last. He was no hood. “I need you to stay here, Tom, with Trina,” Reno said.

Tommy wanted to look at Shawna, because she was what his every decision was about. But he, instead, stared at Reno. “I can’t do that,” he said. “I’m going with you.”

“And I said I need you to stay here with Tree.”

“No.”

“Whatta you mean no?”

“No, that’s what I mean. Hel no. I’m not sending my woman into a dangerous situation while I stay here and babysit yours. I love Tree, but I’m going with you and Shawnie.”

Shawna wanted to tel Tommy that she could take care of herself, and she knew she could. But lately it felt kind of good to know that he wanted to help.

Reno ran his hand through his already ruffled hair. “Now, look---”

“If it was your lady going to meet Vito,” Tommy asked, “what would you do?”

It was similar to the question Reno had posed to Tommy the night before. Trina smiled and looked at Shawna. Shawna blushed to the roots of her hair.

Reno exhaled. “Al right,” he said. “But Carmine you stay here with Tree and MarBeth.”

“Ah, Reno!” Carmine started but Reno gave him a look so ice cold, he stopped his whining. “Sure, Reno,” he said with a truckload of reluctance. He was tired of being left with the females.

Reno leaned over to Trina, kissed her on the lips. “I’l be back,” he said.

“You’d better,” Trina said, holding onto his coat lapel, fighting back tears.

Reno stared at her longer, and then looked at Carmine. “Take care of them.”

Carmine nodded. “Don’t worry, Reno, I wil.”

When Reno and Tommy got off of the plane, Carmine slung off his suit coat and angrily, decisively, threw it to the floor.

***

The limo that brought Vito to the doctor’s office puled up to the curb to pick him back up as soon as Vito stepped outside. The driver/bodyguard got out and opened the back passenger door as was always the case. Vito walked across the sidewalk, paying more attention to his purring cat than to his driver, and got in.

He didn’t realize he had company until he looked up and saw, seated across from him, Reno and Tommy Gabrini.

“What the hel,” Vito started and looked at his driver/bodyguard as the driver got back into the car behind the steering wheel. When the driver turned around and removed the chauffeur’s cap, and her long, black hair cascaded down, Vito frowned. “Shanks? What the hel are you doing here? Where’s my driver?”

“Where you think?” Reno asked. Then he smiled a chily smile. “I’m not the only one with a security breach, Vito.”

Vito stared at Reno as if he was disappointed in him. “I told you I had nothing to do with that PaLargio hit,” he protested. “I had nothing to do with it, Reno! You’re persecuting the wrong man.”

“Where’s Eddie?”

Vito could hardly believe it. “What? You trying to be funny here? You trying to take the knife and twist it, Reno? Eddie’s dead and you know it!”

“Then why didn’t you retaliate? You know MarBeth was responsible, why didn’t you hit back?”

Vito looked less sure now, as his double-chin sagged even more. Tommy looked at the much-feared Vito Giancarlo and saw nothing but an old, fat man with too many ghosts.

“I said I wasn’t going to retaliate, I said it to your face. I keep my word.”

“Bulshit!” Reno yeled. “Why didn’t you hit back, Vito, if Eddie was iced? If your son, your flesh and blood, was shot down like a dog in the street?”

“You’re my godchildren, you and MarBeth.”

“Where’s Eddie, Vito?”

“I told you Eddie’s dead, Reno.”

“I was told you’re trying to pul a Partanna on me.”

“A Partanna? What the hel’s a Partanna?” When Reno would not entertain his ignorance, Vito sighed. “Eddie is dead,” he said. “But his death was sanctioned.”

Tommy looked at Reno. Reno frowned. “Like hel. Sanctioned by who?”

“By me, al right? Satisfied? Now I said it. By me, his old man! I sanctioned it!”

Tommy stared at the old man. “Why, Vito?” he asked him.

Vito stared past them. “He was a disgrace. He had become a disgrace. I put up with everything. His lies, his cheating, his stealing, I put up with it. He was my boy, my child, so I put up with it. But he hated me, blamed me for his mother dying when he was a baby. I didn’t have nothing to do with that, she died of a heart attack, but he was convinced my lifestyle caused her to have the heart attack. Eddie, he wasn’t a very bright boy. He was what you cal a dul bulb in the drawer.”

“Why did you sanction his death?” Tommy asked again.

“Because he was a disgrace, didn’t you hear me the first time, Dapper Tom?” Vito calmed back down. “It started when he started seling drugs like some two-bit hustler, seling drugs to little kids. When I told him I didn’t tolerate that bulshit, he left. Only he didn’t leave the game. He offered himself to Frank Partanna.”

“To Frank?” Reno asked. “Eddie worked for Frank?”

“He needed him for that Vegas hit, when he took out your father and brother, Reno. Frank knew that if Eddie walked up to Paulo, to your dad, there would be no alertness. Then the others could take him on out. That’s how it realy went down.”

Reno was floored. “Geez,” he said.

Vito continued. “When I found out about it, I kept his ass away from Partanna’s organization. I even sent him, under guard, to Russia until the heat was off. One of his guards was Joey Laster.”

Reno and Tommy exchanged a glance. “Joey Laster used to work for you?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah, he did. He was a loyal kid. He was the one who told me about Eddie getting hooked up with some Russia mafia types while he was away and now was running weapons for them and seling drugs for himself on the side.”

“Joey was a dealer too,” Tommy said.

“Yeah, he was. To keep an eye on Eddie. And he was doing a good job at it, too. Eddie had no idea he was relaying intel back to me. But then when MarBeth found out---”

“About Joey the boyfriend seling drugs?” Reno asked.

“MarBeth found out that Eddie was with Partanna’s men when they iced your old man and your baby brother. And she wanted revenge.”

Reno stared at Vito. Tommy was staring too. “MarBeth wanted revenge? How the hel did MarBeth find out?”

“Through her fucking around with Joey, how the hel should I know? But she found out. And wanted to take Eddie out. She blamed him for what happened to her family. And she blamed you, too,

Reno.”

Reno knew MarBeth harbored some anger over what happened, but she had directed al of that anger, he thought, at him.

“So I figured enough was enough,” Vito went on. “Eddie had to go. He had disgraced my good name enough. He had defied me on every turn. So I agreed to let her do it.”

“Wait a minute here,” Reno said, confused. “Are you teling me that you agreed to let MarBeth ice Eddie?”

“He was a disgrace, Reno.”

“But . . . .” Reno couldn’t begin to wrap his brain around what Vito was saying. Eddie might have been a lowlife, but he was Vito’s lowlife. How could he sanction the murder of his own son?

“She was bloodthirsty,” Vito said, rubbing his cat now, feeling more confident that Reno wouldn’t do anything rash. “She wanted Eddie’s blood.”

Tommy swalowed hard, his eyes riveted on Vito. “Who else’s blood did she want, Vito?” he asked him.

Vito didn’t skip a beat. “Why, Reno’s, of course,” he said.

Reno snorted. “What else is new?”

Reno snorted. “What else is new?”

“But she couldn’t kil her own brother,” Vito said, “not even MarBeth was that coldhearted. I am, but not MarBeth. Because she loves you as deeply as she hates you, Reno. She’s a very confused girl.

But she had no problem whatsoever, however, taking out her brother’s heart. Whom, she rightly surmised, was your wife.”

Reno frowned. “My wife? What the fuck are you talking about, Vito? You’re teling me that my own sister orchestrated the hit on the PaLargio? Are you teling me that MarBeth had her own mother kiled?”