Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini (2 page)

“You like the way it feels, don’t you,
sweetheart?” Reno asked as he fondled her.

“Yes,” she replied, becoming breathless.
 
“I like it.”

And he went back down for more.
 
She had her hands in his thick, brown hair
loving the way he sucked her, as the wetness of his mouth was like a scorch on
her skin.
 
Reno had those sexy lips,
where one side drooped slightly downward, and he knew how to position them to
maximize the sensual effect of his suctions.
 

But when his lips moved back up to her mouth,
and they began kissing passionately again, she could feel more than his sexy
lips on her.
 
She could feel his massive
boner began to gyrate against her uniform, begging for entrance.

Nell wrapped her slender brown arms around
Reno’s tanned, thick neck as he moved back down and continued sucking her tit
and licking her, giving her nipples a tingling sensation.
 
They were in the supply room, Reno’s father
was in the office next door, but they were carrying on like the love-starved
teenagers they wanted to be.

Until the office door sprung open with a quick
fling, and Reno’s father, Paulo Gabrini, and Paulo’s best friend and fellow
mobster Vito Giancarlo, hurried in.
 
They were both old school Italians who
wouldn’t know diplomacy if it bit them in the butt, and their dramatic entrance
proved that point.

Nell knew how rough they could be, too, and
was terrified as soon as the door flew open.
 
She and Reno scrambled to zip back up her uniform, but the room was too
small.
 
Paulo and Vito were already upon
them.

“What’s your problem, boy?” Paulo asked his
son, slapping him upside his head.
 
“Every night I hear you horsing around.
 
Groaning and moaning and horsing around like some
got
damn loser.
 
What’s wrong
with you?
 
You wannna fuck her, fuck her,
what you horsing around for?”

“We were just playing,
Pop
,”
Reno said with a smile, to diffuse his father’s unnecessary fire.
 
He knew his father and Vito liked to needle
him when it came to the ladies.
 
He
assumed this was one of those times.

His father Paulo, however, had a different
assumption.
 
“You were playing
around?
 
Playing around my ass!
 
Me
and Vito been
hearing you.”

“Night after night,” Vito said.

“We been hearing you,” Paulo continued.
 
“If it ain’t with her, it’s with some other
girl.
 
Horsing around, that’s all you
do.
 
You think I came all this way, to
this back-ass town, for my son, my eldest boy, to embarrass me?”

“Show him how it’s done, Paulo,” Vito
Giancarlo urged Reno’s father.
 
“Show Reno how it’s done!”

“Yeah, looks like I gotta show your punk ass
how it’s done,” Paulo said, putting his hand on Nell’s arm.
 

“It’s all right, Pop,” Reno replied a little
irritably, removing his father’s hand from Nell.
 
He felt his father was taking the joke too
far now.
 
“I told you it’s all right.”

But Paulo looked at his son as if he was
offended.
 
“Who the
fuck
are
you to tell me anything?
 
You
don’t tell me
nothing
.
 
I tell you!
 
Like
you’re some big man.
 
Who’s the
boss here?
 
You?
 
Gonna tell me it’s all right.
  
Who the
fuck are
you?”

As Paulo continued to castigate Reno, Nell
attempted to make a move toward the door beside the wall, a door that would
lead her into the outside alley of the restaurant.
 
And, she felt, to freedom.

But Paulo wasn’t about to let her leave. He
grabbed the thin girl by her arm and slung her back against the wall, stunning
even Reno.
 

“Where you think you’re going?” he asked her,
squeezing her arm purposely too tightly.
 
“You think I’m letting you out of here that easily?
 
Just letting you go?
 
Didn’t you hear Mr. Giancarlo?
 
Didn’t you hear him say I gotta show my son
how it’s done?
 
Didn’t you hear that, you
motherfucker?!”

“Pop!” Reno said loudly, moving toward his
father.
 
He knew how out of control his
old man could get.
 
He knew how there was
no reasoning with the man when he was in that zone.
 
But Reno was shocked that his old man was
getting this way over something that had nothing to do with him.

Reno’s admonition worked.
 
Paulo calmed back down.
 
“You just listen to me, little girl,” Paulo
said to the eighteen year old waitress.
 
“You are going to stand here, let us do what we gotta do, and then you
can sail your ass on home, to the mall, to wherever the fuck you wanna sail it
to.
 
But not before we do what we gotta
do.
 
Capeesh
?”

Nell was too terrified to even nod.
 
Her big, brown eyes just stared at Mr. Gabrini.

“And if you so much as mention this here to
any living soul,” Vito Giancarlo added, “we will track you down like a dog in
the street and kill you and every member of your family.
 
Understand us, sweetheart?
 
Understand us?”

Reno looked at his father and Vito.
 
He knew they could be vicious.
 
He’d seen them beat a man to within an inch
of his life before.
 
He’d seen them beat
down many men before.
 
But those were
fellow gangsters and other lowlifes who deserved every lick.
 
This was an eighteen year old girl who hadn’t
done shit to them.
 
What the fuck
, Reno thought.

But Nell was too terrified to even attempt to
understand the logic to their viciousness.
 
She could hardly believe that she’d allowed herself to get caught up in
it.
 
She’d been working for Mr. Clauson
ever since she was sixteen years old and still in high school.
 
Then just three months ago all of these
Italians showed up in their small town and said they were now the new owners of
Clauson’s and Mr. Clauson worked for them.
 
Rumor had it that they were a bunch of gangsters in hiding because of
some crime they committed somewhere, but the sheriff said in church that that
was a load of bullocks.
 
They were
businessmen same as Mr. Clauson, he insisted.
 
But rumor had it that the sheriff was bought and paid for too.

Paulo smiled his own charming smile.
 
“She looks horrified, doesn’t she, Vito?”

“Mortified,” Vito Giancarlo, a chubby man,
said with a grin.

Paulo began to unbuckle his belt.
 
“I like’em like that.
 
I like to see how that terror just disappears
into joyfulness when I finish putting it on them.
 
And don’t you worry your pretty little head,
little girl,” he said as he reached underneath her uniform, grabbed her small,
white panties, and ripped them completely off of her small ass.
 
“I’ve got to show my boy how it’s done.”

Reno had already begun to see the danger, but
now he saw it clearly.
 
His father wasn’t
bluffing.
 
He had every intention of
raping Nell.
 
And if Reno didn’t stop it,
he also knew that his father, and Vito after him, could half kill Nell.
 

He had to act.

He steeled himself, his heart pounding, and
shoved his father aside.
 
“You don’t have
to show me shit!” he said to him.

Reno knew it could go either way as he quickly
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
 
His father would either be pleased by his aggressiveness, or angered by
it.
 
Given the moodiness of his old man,
it could go either way.
 
But what Reno
couldn’t do, for Nell’s sake, was go easy on her.

To Reno’s relief, his father was buying his
aggression.
 
“Now we’re talking!” he
could hear his old man saying, although his heart was hammering too loudly for
him to hear it clearly.
 
All he knew was
that he had to act, and act decisively, or his old man and Vito would.

“Eat her pussy first, Reno!” Paulo yelled
out.
 
“Don’t you want to taste some of
that first?”

But Reno wasn’t about to make this anymore
humiliating for Nell than it already had to be.
 
With her back still pressed against the wall, he lifted her legs, stood
between those legs, and then pressed his penis against the lip of her vagina.

“
Forgive
me
,” Reno mouthed to her as he rubbed against her mound.

But his father would not let up. “What’s wrong
with you?” Paulo started yelling.
 
“Ram
her and get on with it!
 
Don’t you dare
sissy-fuck her!
 
Not in front of me,
you’d better not!”

Reno made eye contact with Nell again.
 
Tears were in her big, terrified eyes.
 
And he wanted to cry, too.
 
But he couldn’t.
 
Any show of weakness and his father would
take over.
 
And Nell might not survive
his father’s punishing cock.

He rammed his penis inside of her, his eyes
begging her forgiveness.
 
Paulo and Vito
started laughing, saying that Nell’s pussy was probably wide as an ocean.
 
But Reno knew better.
 

“Harder,” Vito yelled, “or we’ll do it for
you!”

And Reno rammed harder, deeper, into
Nell.
 
As soon as he did, he realized he
was ramming through her maidenhead and taking her virginity.
 
Nell screamed out in pain.
 

Paulo reached over and slapped her.
 
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he screamed
at her.
 

Reno, terrified, moved his body between her
and his father, and began pounding her.
 
“I got this, Pop, all right?” he made clear, sounding like the tough guy
he knew he wasn’t.
 
“I got this!”

And Paulo was laughing again,
he
and Vito, and it was all good to them.
 
But Reno and Nell were clutching each
other.
 
Both were afraid that this was
only the beginning of a hellish night.

Nell was a smart girl.
 
She understood what Reno was doing.
  
But that didn’t stop her from hating what he
was doing, and from hating Reno for putting her in this position, and hating
herself for allowing him to put her in this position.
 
Her only hope was that the old man and his
partner would leave, and let them do their thing.
 
Then she was certain Reno would let her go,
and she would get as far away from this place and time as her small feet could
carry her.

The worse part about this moment was that it
was Reno brutalizing her.
 
She didn’t
want to have this kind of memory of Reno.
 
When he first came to Crane they hit it off right away, and he
immediately started favoring her above all of the other waitresses that wanted
him in their panties.
 
But it was all a
game for her.
 
She wasn’t about to go all
the way with him.
 
Her first time was
going to be romantic and sweet and with a man committed to her.
 
Now it was already over.
 
Reno Gabrini, a man she knew was just
visiting Crane, had busted her maidenhood wide open.
 
And his father, that sick Paulo Gabrini, was
cheering him on.

Reno knew, as he pounded into Nell, that it
was only going to get worse from here.
 
He could hear his father and Vito unzipping their pants.
 
He just knew without looking that they were
pulling out those big-ass cocks of theirs and pleasuring themselves as they
waited their turn at this fresh pussy.
   
He also knew that he had to act.
 
And act fast.

“Pound her harder, Reno!” Paulo kept
saying.
 
“Pound that pussy harder than
that.
 
What’s wrong with you?
  
You ain’t got no balls?”

Paulo and Vito laughed.
 
And Reno pounded harder.
 
He knew he had to.
 
He held Nell’s body tightly against his and
pounded her.
 
His father and Vito were
laughing again, talking about what they were going to do to her when Reno
finished, and how Reno was only getting that well primed for them.
 
And while they laughed and talked, Reno
pounded and leaned closer to Nell.