Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) (18 page)

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I’ve been inclined

To believe they never would!

Until
they piled into the Bentley, and Jimmy drove them away from the scene of the
incident, taking the song with them.

Then
all that was left was the screams.

But
then the Bentley backed-back up, and Reno stepped out.
 
He walked up to the still screaming Denny
Dunston, and knelt down.

“You’re
too loud,” he said to Denny.

Denny
continued to scream in agony and pain.

“I
cannot allow you to disturb this city like this.”

More
screams.
 
Louder screams.

“Okay,”
Reno said, standing to this feet.
 
He
pulled out his gun and pointed it at Denny.

Denny
immediately stopped screaming.
 
“What are
you doing?”

“You
told me to kill you.”

“No!
 
I was just fucking with you.
 
Let me live.
 
Please let me live.
 
I’ll be an
invalid anyway.
 
But let me live!”

“A
bad man, in my view,” Reno said, “is a man who doesn’t keep his word.
 
You told me to kill you.”

“But
you said you was going to let me live!
 
You aren’t keeping your word either!”

“That’s
why I’m a bad man,” Reno said, and shot Denny between the eyes.
 
But he kept shooting.
 
He thought about how those thugs shot Trina
and how this asshole profited from her pain, and he kept shooting.
 
He shot Denny and shot Denny until there was
no more screams, no more movement, no more life.

And
then he left for good.

Across
town, on Bledsoe Road, Reno and Tommy walked up the riggety stairs that led to
the upstairs apartment.
 
Reno knocked and
looked around, and then at Tommy.
 
Tommy
opened his suit coat and placed his hands on his hips.
 
Reno smiled.

“What?”
Tommy asked him.
 
“What’s so funny?”

“You in
that alley with your Christian Louboutin shoes.
 
You at this pissy-ass apartment in your Versace.
 
You look fucking out of place, that’s all.”

“Fuck
you,” Tommy said.
 
But he couldn’t help
but smile too.

The
door was opened by a tall white man who appeared surprised to see who it was he
so casually had opened his door to.
 
He
immediately tried to slam it back shut, but Reno put his shoe in the way.
 
“That’s not nice,” he said, and then pushed
the door so forcefully that it knocked the tall man back onto his ass.

Reno
and Tommy entered, and closed the door.
 
Tommy pulled out his gun and immediately began looking around the
apartment.
 

“Nice
to meet you too,” Reno said to the resident.
 
“You may now stand up.”

Joe
Nathan wiped the small trickle of blood from his nose and slowly stood up.
 
“What do you want?” he asked him.

“Why
did you try to keep us out?” Reno asked him.
 
He sat on the arm of the smelly sofa.

“Keep
who out?” Joe asked. “Who are you?”

Tommy
returned to the living area.
 
Reno looked
at him.
 
He nodded his head to let him
know the coast was clear.

“Who
are you people?” Joe asked again.

“Oh,
I think you know us.
 
Or at least know of
us.
 
Now cut the crap, Joe Nathan.
 
That is your name, right?”

“Joe
who?” Joe asked.

Reno
rolled his eyes.
 
“So you wanna fuck with
us too?”

“I
don’t know any Joe Nathan!
 
I rent this
apartment just like everybody else in this complex!”

Tommy
reached into Joe’s back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
 
Reno could see the fight drain out of Joe
when he did.
 

Tommy
looked at the ID, and then tossed the wallet aside.

“What’s
his name, Mr. Gabrini?” Reno asked.

“Joe
Nathan, Mr. Gabrini,” Tommy responded.

Reno
shook his head.
 
“Not smart to fuck with
a Gabrini,” he said to Joe.

“Okay,”
Joe said.
 
“Alright!
 
I’m Joe Nathan.
 
But you have to believe me.
 
I didn’t realize,” he started to say, and
just as they were fully interested in what he had to say, he took an empty
liquor bottle off of the coffee table and threw it at Tommy.
 
Then he took off for the backroom.
 

Tommy
ducked, and fired his weapon, just missing Joe Nathan, and by the time he and
Reno could recover, Joe had already ran into the back bedroom and slammed and
locked the door.
 
Reno pulled his weapon
too, and along with Tommy, hurried for the bedroom.
  

When
they heard the gunfire, Sal and Jimmy, who were guarding the apartment’s
backdoor in case Joe tried to make a run for it, kicked in the backdoor down
just as Reno and Tommy were kicking in the bedroom door.
 
Sal pulled his gun and entered the apartment,
ordering Jimmy to remain on guard.
 
Jimmy
pulled his gun and did as he was ordered.
 

But
as Sal entered the apartment through the kitchen area, and as Reno and Tommy
entered the bedroom, Joe Nathan was nowhere to be seen.
 
Until they saw that a side window was open.
 
Tommy ran to the window and saw Joe Nathan,
who had apparently jumped from the window, landing and then rolling onto the
grass downstairs.
 
But when he rolled
onto his back, he had a gun and was shooting up at them.
 
He retreated against the house and out of
target range.

But
Tommy started firing anyway, to keep Joe Nathan pinned against that
 
house, and motioned for Sal and Reno to get
downstairs.
 
Tommy took off too, through
the front of the apartment
 
and through
the kitchen door, where Jimmy was still standing guard.
 
And then he and Jimmy headed down the steep
back steps.

Reno
and Sal ran down the steep front steps and onto the side of the house, meeting
up with Tommy and Jimmy.
 
But Joe Nathan
was gone.
 
He hadn’t gone around back
because Jimmy had been back there.
 
He
hadn’t gone around front because Reno and Sal had come out that way.
 
And he was no longer where Tommy had seen him
last.
 
He was probably taking shelter in
one of the downstairs apartments.
 
But
just as they were about to knock down doors to see if their theory held true,
they began to hear police sirens.
 

They
were men of war who hated to leave the battlefield without completing their
mission, but they were sensible men too.
 
And common sense told them that it made no sense for them to hang around
and risk getting bogged down in a criminal justice system that hated their
guts. They would live to fight another day.
 
And, in the meantime, get every available man at this complex so that,
as soon as the cops left, their men would hunt down Joe Nathan, and bring him
to their justice system.

They
hurried into the Bentley, and Sal, who was a NASCAR driver wannabe, drove them
like a bat out of hell away from there

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“I feel
like a Cabbage Patch doll,” Trina said as Reno propped yet another pillow
around her.
 
She was at home now, in
their master bedroom, and although it was almost midnight, she nor Reno had
been able to sleep a wink.
 
For Trina, it
was the excitement of being back home.
 
When Reno told her he was having her move so soon, she was
ecstatic.
 
The idea of getting away from
that hospital was music to her ears.
 
But
it didn’t come without a cost.
 
In that
hospital, she was too busy worrying about not dying from some disease she could
catch there, or from her own injuries, to worry about Reno.
 
But now, back home, all she did was worry
about him.
 
Every time he left the house,
she worried.
 
And every time he came back
home, like tonight, and she saw the exhaustion in his walk and the
determination in his eyes, she worried even more.

For
Reno, it was the excitement of having her back in their home and in their
bed.
 
And whether she liked it or not, he
was going to show just how much he was pleased to have her back.
 
And if that meant making her feel like a
Cabbage Patch doll, so be it.

“Women
would die to have such an attentive husband like me,” Reno said as he laid down
on the edge of the bed with his head at her legs, and his feet near the
pillow.
 
“You, young lady, need to be
more grateful.”

“I am
grateful.
 
But that doesn’t mean you
aren’t overdoing it.”

“Yeah,
well,” Reno said as he yawned.
 
“I don’t
have a middle button.”

Trina
smiled.
 
“True that,” she said.
 

“The
children were so happy to see you.
 
Especially
Dommi.
 
He cried like a baby when I made
him go to his own bed.”

“He
missed his mommy just like I missed him.”

“Yeah,
but he didn’t know what had happened to you.
 
I made certain nobody uttered a word.”

Trina
smiled.
 
“But Reno, you have doctors and
nurses in and out of this room every few hours it seems.
 
He’s no idiot.
 
He knows something’s up.”

“You
think I should tell him what happened?”

“I
told him,” Trina said, and Reno looked at her.
 
“I didn’t go into the details, but he wanted to know why I was in bed in
the middle of the day.
 
So I told him I
had been in the hospital and was back home now.
 
But I needed my rest.”

Reno
nodded.
 
“That’s good.
 
That should hold off the questions for a day
at least.”

Trina
laughed.
 
“We have an inquisitive son,
what can I say?”
 
Then she paused.
 
“He asked about his Aunt Fran,” she said.

Reno
shook his head.
 
“Too bad.”

“Where
is she by the way?
 
I heard she and Gemma
got into it at the hospital.
 
I said
Gemma?
 
She must have messed up big time
to get Gemma Jones going.”

“When
Gem and Sal arrived at the hospital, she told them Grace had died.”

Trina
couldn’t believe it.
 
“Are you serious?”

“I
know.
 
It’s crazy.
 
But that’s my sister.
 
She’s bat-shit crazy and I have to finally
realize it.
 
I’m cutting off ties,
Tree.
 
I’ll keep her allowance going, no
sister of mine is going to be starving in the streets, but she’s no longer
welcomed around my children or my wife.”

“I
can handle Fran, Reno,” Trina said.
 
“But
I agree with you about the children.
 
She
acts too unstable.”

“She’s
crazy, just like I said.
 
She’s the last
of my siblings, and I have bent over backwards to keep her central in my
life.
 
But I’m not risking my family over
it.
 
It’s over.”

“Have
you told her that yet?” Trina asked.

“She
took her ass to Europe after Gemma set her straight.
 
That’s what she does, you know. Problems
come, Fran leaves.
 
She can stay gone as
far as I’m concerned.”

Trina
looked at her husband.
 
If there was a
man alive who had more to deal with in his life than Reno Gabrini, she would
love to meet him.
 
And when Reno looked
at her, and she saw just how much that stress was showing all over his handsome
face, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

“Come
here,” she said to him.

Reno
never hesitated when Trina asked him to come.
 
He didn’t know why, but there was never any hesitation.
 
And in this midnight hour, there was still
none.
 
He got up and sat beside her on
the bed.
 

Trina
looked at him, gave him a soft kiss, and then unzipped his pants, pulled out
his soft penis, and began massaging him.
 
His erection began almost immediately.

“You
don’t have to do that, honey,” Reno said, although he was pleased with her
touch.

Trina
continued to pleasure him.
 
“I know I
don’t have to,” she said.
 
“I want
to.
 
I miss it.
 
I miss feeling it.”

Reno
looked at her, and kissed her.
 
“I miss
you too,” he said.
 
“I miss feeling it
deep, deeper, and deepest inside of you.”
 
He kissed her more passionately.
 
“When you get well enough,” he said between his kisses, “I’m going to
wear you out.”

Trina
smiled.
 
But this was serious to
her.
 
Reno needed a release badly, and
she knew it. Whenever they were together, not a day went by without him getting
some.
 
He was that kind of man with that
kind of appetite.
 
“I want you to cum,”
she said, playing to that appetite.
 
“I
want you to relax, I want you to take your time, I want you to cum.”

And
Reno did just that.
 
It didn’t take
much.
 
He laid his head back and closed
his eyes in a sensual quietness, as his wife jerked on him, and rubbed him, and
massaged him as only she could.
 

And
eventually he came.
 
Eventually his dick
became rock hard and so full that he was squeezing his ass with the feeling of
his fullness.
 
He had to pour out.
 
And he did.
 
He poured and he poured.
 
Trina
allowed his cum to spill all over her hand, the way it would spill inside of
her, and her eyes grew hooded from the slather.
 
Her vagina started pulsating, and her nipples hardened, as he came.
 

“That’s
my boy,” she said, as he laid his head against hers, and wrapped her gently in
his arms, and poured even more.
 
She was
nowhere near a hundred percent yet, but she still gave him this moment of
pleasure.
 
Only a fool wouldn’t grasp why
he loved this woman so.

Tommy
was in the penthouse’s guest bedroom he always slept in whenever he stayed
overnight at the PaLargio.
 
He could have
easily stayed in one of the apartments inside the PaLargio, but Reno would have
none of it.
 
He stayed in the
penthouse.
 
Reno and Sal were usually
always at such loggerheads that Reno didn’t care where Sal stayed.
 
That was, until he married Gemma.
 
Then he, too, had to stay in the penthouse.
 

But
it was always that way with Tommy.
 
Reno
loved Tommy above anybody outside his wife and children, and wouldn’t have it
any other way.
 
Tommy always enjoyed
staying at the penthouse, especially as he turned onto his back and luxuriated
in the comfort of the big, poster bed.
 
But when he reached over, to feel the comfort of his wife beside him, he
felt nothing but that bed.
 
He opened his
eyes.
 
It was midnight, he was exhausted,
but Grace was sitting on the window seat, looking out of the window.

Tommy
threw the covers off of his naked body, and went to her.
 
“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked as he placed
his arm around her shoulder.

“As
bright as day,” she said as she continued to look out of the floor-to-ceiling
window.

Tommy,
as was his way, took a moment to digest what she had said.
 
When he concluded it could have an additional
meaning, he asked her.
 
“What’s as bright
as day?”

“Vegas
at night.
 
It’s as bright as day.
 
And everything else is too.”

Tommy
suspected she had an additional meaning.
 
“Such as?” he asked her.

“I’m
concerned for Destiny, Tommy.
 
I can’t
put it any other way.
 
We’re on lockdown.”

“It’s
not lockdown,” Tommy tried to reassure her, but she rejected that assurance.

“We’re
on lockdown,” she said again.
 
“We don’t
live in Vegas.
 
We have our own home in
Seattle.
 
But because we’re Gabrinis, we
have to stay here until the heat is off.
 
I have a small business to run. You have a massive business to run.
 
But we can’t do it.
 
At least not in person.”
 
She looked up at Tommy.
 
“I don’t want this life for our daughter.”

“What
did you think was going to happen, babe,” Tommy asked her bluntly, “when you
brought a child named Gabrini into this world?”
 

“I
thought,” Gemma started, but couldn’t finish.

“You
thought what?” Tommy wanted her to finish.

“I
thought I could shield her.”

Tommy
squeezed her shoulder tighter.
 
“Yeah,
just like I thought I could shield you.
 
But Sal is right.
 
You can’t
shield shit when you’re a Gabrini.
 
We
either have to come to terms with that, or . . .”

There
was a long hesitation.
 
Grace was afraid
to ask, but she knew she had to.
 
“Or
what, Tommy?”

Tommy
looked down at her.
 
He felt weaker than
a dove, but all he showed her was strength.
 
“Or I will have to be selfless for once in my life and let you go.”

Grace
didn’t miss a beat.
 
“Me and the baby?”

Tommy’s
heart was hammering.
 
And he couldn’t
answer that.
 
He knew getting as far away
from him was the best thing that could ever happen for his wife and for his
little girl.
 
For that reason alone, and
after what almost happened to Grace at that nightclub, he should have been able
to answer her question easily.
 
But he
couldn’t answer it.
 
He couldn’t say a
word.

Jimmy
and Val laid side by side in another guest wing inside Reno’s enormous
penthouse.
 
Jimmy still owned an
apartment inside the PaLargio, but his father wanted them all in the penthouse
together.
 
If anybody out there were
still trying to harm one of them, they would have to go through all of
them.
 
And that, as far as Reno was
concerned, wasn’t happening.

Jimmy
was horny as hell, and it didn’t help the fact that they could hear low-grade
activity of the sexual nature in the room next door.
 
But Val was just coming out of that fog of
life their miscarriage had put her in, and he, and his libido, wasn’t going to
do anything selfish that could push her back in.
 
He was going to wait.
 
He was going to let her decide, in her own
time, when she was ready for intimacy again.

And
he was perfectly content lying there with his wife, hand in hand, as they both
found it hard to go to sleep.
 
Especially
as the noise next door began increasing.
 
The bed was beginning to shake, and they were beginning to hear grunts
and groans.
 
Val was particularly
disturbed.