Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) (5 page)

“I
never said you didn’t run this household.
 
Or wear the pants.
 
Did I ever say
you didn’t run this?
 
But that doesn’t
mean you run me.”

“That’s
exactly what it means.”

“Oh,
so because I’m married to you now I don’t have any rights?
 
I can’t do whatever the hell I want to do?”

“That’s
absolutely right.
 
Your ass is mine now!”

Even
Reno had to smile when he said that.
 
Trina smiled too.
 
“Ah, kiss my
ass, Reno, with that crazy talk.”

“Crazy
talk?” Reno asked, rising from the table.

“Quit,
Reno,” Trina said.
 
“I’m not playing with
you!
 
I’m serious!”

But
Reno was coming for her.
 
“I’ve got your
crazy talk right here!”

Trina,
fully aware what he was capable of, jumped up before he could grab for her and
made a run for it.
 
She was laughing so
hard she could barely run.
 
Reno, smiling
too, took off behind her, but didn’t catch up with her until she was in the
living room, seemingly heading for the front door.
 
He pulled her back, sat on the sofa and put
her over his lap.
 
She was squirming and
laughing as he lifted her bathrobe, revealing her naked ass, and began to spank
her.
 

“Reno,
okay,” she said laughingly as the first lick ripped through her backside.
 

“I
can’t have you constantly fighting me, Trina.”

“I’m
not fighting you.”

He
spanked her again.
 
“I have to look out
for this entire family, and that begins with you!”
 
He was about to wail into her again, but then
he looked at that ass, and how much he enjoyed fucking it, and his playful
anger turned sensual serious.
 
He began
to rub it.

Trina
felt his rub, and the way it made her feel, and her laughter, and the sting of
his hits, began to subside.
 
And just as
her vagina began to tingle to the feel of his rub, he lifted her up, sitting
her on his lap, her back to his face, and quickly slid his dick inside of
her.
 
And just like that they went from a
playful confrontation, to sexual healing.
 
They were making love.
 

Reno
untied her bathrobe, wrapped his arms around her naked body, and pumped into
her harder and harder.
 
She rested the
bottom of her feet on the top of his thighs.

“You
infuriate me,” Reno said as he fucked her.
 
“But I love you.”

“You
infuriate me,” Trina said as she took it.
 
“But I love . . .
ooh, Reno
.
. .you too.”
 
She leaned her back against
his chest, opened her legs wider, and relaxed to the feel of his thick penis
pushing into her.
 

He
placed one hand on her breast and squeezed it as he fucked her, and all she
could do was arch and take the pounding with the passionate sensuality it
engendered in her.
 
And she took it and
took it.
 
She loved taking it.
 
Until they were sloshing again, and
cumming.
 
Both of them, given where they
were fucking, were holding back their grunts and groans as they came.

But
before they could catch their breath; before they could come down completely
from the euphoria, their front door suddenly opened and Valerie Gabrini, Reno’s
oldest son’s wife, walked in.
 

As
soon as they saw her, Trina jumped from Reno’s lap, his penis dropping out of
her, and stood to her feet, tying her robe as she did.
 
Reno, too, was tying his robe and standing to
his feet.

Trina
made sure to stand in front of Reno when she did stand, but she was also pretty
sure that Valerie saw some of him.
 
And
Val was obviously stunned as they all tried to regain their composure.

“Oh,
my goodness, I didn’t mean,” Valerie started.

But
Trina cut her off.
 
“You’re fine,” she
said.
 
“We were just . . . Come on
in!
 
Close the door!”

Valerie
closed the door.
 
But the flustered look
on her small, pretty face remained.

“Where’s
Jimmy?” Trina asked.

“He’s
downstairs.
 
At work.”

“I’d
better get started too,” Reno said, glancing at Trina.
 
“We’ll finish our discussion tonight,” he added.
 

Trina
didn’t respond, which Val found odd, but Val was still too uncomfortable
herself to be concerned about Trina’s behavior.

Reno
noticed that faraway look Val now seemed to have all the time.
 
“You’re okay, Val?” he asked her.

“Yes,
yes, sir,” she said.
 
She already had a
level of discomfort when it came to Reno.
 
What she just witnessed wasn’t going to help their relationship at
all.
 

“So
you’re feeling better then?” Reno suggested.

“Yes,
sir.
 
Yes, I am.
 
Jimmy sees to it.”

“Good,”
Reno said with a nod.
 
“That’s how I
taught him.”
 
Then he headed for the back
of the penthouse.

Val
continued to look at Reno as he retreated to the back.
 
Trina looked at Val.
 
“So what brings you up here?” she asked her.

“Oh,”
Val said, and then pulled an armful of neatly folded, newborn baby clothes out
of her shoulder bag and handed them to Trina.
 
“I thought Sophie might be able to use these.”

“Sophie?”
Trina asked, surprised.
 
But then she
caught herself.
 
“Why thank-you,
Val.”
 
Sophie was far too old-and too big-
for newborn baby clothes, but Val was still in that trauma stage and Trina knew
it.
 
Val and Jimmy suffered a
miscarriage, and it was naturally a very jarring, traumatic event, and it was
still affecting Val in every way.
 
Trina
knew she wasn’t thinking right.

Trina
held the clothes with one hand, and touched Val’s hand with her other one.
 
“What about you, Val?
 
Are you alright?”

Val’s
big eyes glazed over.
 
She still had that
faraway look to Trina too.

“Jimmy
seems to think I should be fine by now,” Val said.
 
“It’s been three months.
 
I should be over it by now.”

Trina
frowned.
 
“Oh, darling, that’s
nonsense!
 
You shouldn’t be over it, not
at all!
 
You suffered a miscarriage, Val.
 
An awful loss.
 
It’s going to take time to get through
this.
 
You understand that, don’t you?”

Val
nodded, but Trina could tell she wasn’t anywhere near any points of
understanding yet.

“Come
on,” Trina said, taking Val by the hand.
 
“Let’s go see Sophia, and show her these beautiful clothes.”

Val
 
put on the best smile she could, but even
Trina could see how fake it was.

CHAPTER FOUR

“Is
he in?” Lee Jones asked the secretary as he entered the outer sanctum of Reno’s
office suite.

“Yes,
sir,” the secretary said.
  
“I’ll see if
he can see you.”

“He can
see me,” Lee said, and headed into the office.

It
was a circus, as it usually was, as nearly a dozen of Reno’s aides were at the
conference table, standing in the back of the office, sitting on the office
sofa, calling people, texting people, emailing people on behalf of Reno.
 
It was always chaotic to Lee.
 
But to Reno, it was the best way to get
things done.

Three
different managers surrounded Reno’s desk when Lee walked in.
 
Reno was seated behind the desk, listening to
each one of them, but he still had the wherewithal to motion Lee over.

“No,”
Reno said to one of those managers.

“It’s
the best deal we’re going to get, boss.
 
I say we should take it.”

“No,”
Reno said again.
 
“My bottom line is my
bottom line.
 
His camp can either take
it, or leave it.”

“And
if they leave it?”

“Fuck-em!”
Reno said angrily.
 
“Find somebody else,
shit.
 
We don’t have to kiss his
ass.
 
Find somebody else.”

Lee
could see the frustration in the manager’s face.
 
He was there once too.
 
Reno was the most demanding man he’d ever
worked for in his entire life bar none.

“What’s
up, Leonard?” Reno asked as Lee made his way up to the desk.

“We
need to talk,” Lee said.

Reno
saw the seriousness on his face.
  
“What
is it?”

Lee
looked at the men around Reno’s desk.
 
“Give us a minute, guys,” he said.

Although
Lee was the Chief Operating Officer of the PaLargio, an imposing black man that
garnered instant respect, everybody looked at Reno first, as if he would
overrule Lee.
 
Reno frowned.
 
“What are you looking at me for?
 
He’s your fucking boss.
 
When he tells you to get out, you get the
hell out!”

They
quickly responded this time, and gave Lee the time he requested.

Lee
walked around the desk, and leaned against the front side of the desk.
 
The two men were now side by side: Reno facing
toward the office door, Lee’s back to the office door.
 
Reno leaned back in his swivel chair.
 
“What is it?” he asked.

“Brice
Montana is threatening to walk,” Lee responded.

Reno
frowned.
 
“To walk?
 
Why?
 
We met every one of his demands.”

“It has
nothing to do with that.
 
He’s upset.”

“What
about?”

“Jimmy
Mack upset him.”

Now
Reno was really confused.
 
“Jimmy?
 
My son?
 
What would Jimmy have to do with Brice Montana?
 
He doesn’t work that contract.”

“Montana
apparently saw Jimmy in the casino last night,” Lee explained.
 
“Later that night he called him up to his
room.
 
As you know, that’s not unusual
around here.
 
Sometimes the performers
want to get preferential treatment at one of the tables and will talk privately
to one of the pit bosses.
 
So Jimmy went
up there.
 
Apparently Montana got a
little fresh with Jimmy, and Jimmy didn’t like it.”

Reno
hesitated.
 
“Wait a minute,” he said. “He
got
fresh
with him?
 
What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“He
came onto Jimmy, Reno.
 
He came on to
Jimmy sexually.
 
And Jimmy didn’t like
it.”

“So
Jimmy didn’t like it.
 
So what?”

“Jimmy
told him he didn’t like it.
 
One thing
led to another thing.
 
And there was an
altercation.”

Reno
couldn’t believe it.
 
“What kind of
altercation?
 
Are you telling me that Jimmy
got in a fight with one of my contract performers?”

“That’s
what I’m telling you,” Lee said with a nod.
 
“And Montana is hot.
 
He wants
out.”

Reno
stood up and hurried from around his desk, grabbing his suit coat from the back
of his chair.
 
“Where’s Montana now?
 
In his suite?”

“Yes.
 
I told him not to do anything rash until
you’ve had a chance to meet with him.”

But
Reno had to talk to Jimmy first.
 
He
hurried onto the elevator, made his way downstairs, and made his way into the
casino.
 
When he saw Jimmy, at his
station as a pit boss, he hurried to him.

Jimmy
Mack Gabrini was sitting on a stool talking with two blackjack dealers.
 
They all were waiting for the morning
activity to pick up.
 
They were laughing
and having a ball.
 
But as soon as Jimmy saw
his father coming his way, he began to get worried. He already knew why he was
coming his way.

The
dealers, too, stopped laughing and stood to their feet when the owner
approached.
 

“Good
morning, Mr. Gabrini,” one of them said.

“Good
morning, Mr. Gabrini,” said the other one.

“So
what’s this about?” Reno asked the threesome.
 
“Some kind of convention?
 
Everybody on break at the same time?”

“Ah,
no, sir,” one of the dealers responded.

“Then
get to your stations.
 
I’m not paying you
to flap your chops, I’m paying you to work.”

“Yes,
sir.”
 
The two dealers hurried back to
their respective tables.

“It’s
not like they had people waiting, Pop,” Jimmy said, defending them.
 
“There’s nobody at their tables.”

“You
worry about yourself,” Reno said.

“Did
you see Val this morning?” Jimmy asked, attempting to change the subject.

Reno
hesitated.
 
“Yeah, I saw her.”
 
Reno also remembered what Val saw of
him.
 
“Why?”

“Ma
talked to her?”

“Yeah.
 
So?”

“Nothing,”
Jimmy said.

But
Reno could see the concern in his eyes.
 
“What
is it?” he asked him.

Jimmy
exhaled.
 
“She’s still . . . she hasn’t .
. . She won’t . . .” Jimmy looked at his father.
 

“She’s
still what?” he asked.

“She
hasn’t snapped out of it yet, Pop.
 
And
I’m not saying it’s easy to do.
 
I know
we had that . . . thing to happen.”

“What
thing
happened?
 
Call it what it is, son.
 
Your unborn baby died.”
 
It still was painful to Reno too.

Jimmy
swallowed hard.
  
“But it’s been enough
time, it seems to me, that . . . I know she’s still grieving.
 
I am too!
 
But she’s . . . It seems like she’s going backwards, not forward.”

Reno
could see that too.
 
Val hadn’t been
straight since the night of her miscarriage, but lately she seemed even more
distant, and unfocused, and sad.
 
“So
what do you want me to do about it?” he asked his son.

“Nothing.
 
Nothing to be done, I guess.”

“Give
it more time, son.
 
She’ll come
around.
 
She has to.”

Jimmy
nodded.

Reno,
however, still had business on his mind. He had moved on already and was back
where he started from.
 
“Tell me what happened
with Montana,” he said to Jimmy.

Jimmy
looked at his father.
 
He hated the idea
of discussing something like that with a man like Reno.
 
Before Jimmy got married, Reno used to wonder
if he was gay.
 
Now this.

“Well?”
Reno asked.
 
“What happened?”

“What
do you mean?” Jimmy asked.

Reno
let out a harsh exhale.
 
“Do I look like
your fucking playmate?
 
Tell me what
happened, Jimmy.”

Jimmy
looked around, to make sure that the few patrons in the casino this time of
morning weren’t in earshot.
 
“There was
an altercation,” he said.

“A
fight?”

“Yeah.”

“Between
you and Brice Montana?”

“Yes,
sir.”

“What
was it about?”

Jimmy
was so uncomfortable he could feel beads come onto his forehead.

“What
about, James?
 
Stop fucking around.
 
What was the fight about?”

“Stupid
stuff.”

“Such
as?”

“Pop---”

“Tell
me!”

Jimmy
angrily leaned toward his father. “He wanted me to suck his dick, alright?”

Jimmy
looked at Reno.
 
Reno’s jaw tightened,
but he otherwise remained unmoved.
 
“What
did you do when he asked?”

“What
did I do?”
 
Jimmy was surprised to be
asked such a thing.
 
“What do you mean
what did I do?
 
I beat his ass, Pop. What
was I supposed to do?”

“You
were supposed to say ‘no, thank-you, Mr. Montana.
 
I don’t go down like that.
 
Is there anything else I can do for you of a
non-sexual nature?’”

Jimmy
couldn’t believe it.
 
“Did you hear what
I said, Pop?
 
He wanted me to--”

“I
know what he wanted you to do.
 
But I
also know he’s one of our headliners who packs them in every night.
 
This is a business, Jimmy, and he’s great for
business.
 
So let’s go.”
 
Reno grabbed Jimmy by the shirt and began to
tug him along.

“Go
where?” Jimmy asked as he allowed the tug.

“To
his suite,” Reno said.
 
“Where the fuck
you think?
 
You’re going to apologize to
him.”

Jimmy
jerked away from his father’s grasp. “Apologize?” He couldn’t believe it.
 
“Are you serious, Pop?
 
You’ve got life bent if you think I’m
apologizing to that cocksucker!”

Reno
looked at his handsome son with a look so chilling no words were going to be
needed.
 
Jimmy swallowed hard, but then
followed his father toward the elevators.

But
once they were on Reno’s private elevator, Jimmy once again complained.
 
“You wouldn’t apologize,” he said.
 
Then looked at his father.
 
“Would you?”

Reno
hesitated.
 
“No,” he admitted.

Jimmy
was floored.
 
“Then why are you making me
apologize, Pop, if you won’t?”

“Because
I would not have gotten into a fight with one of our performers in the first
place!
 
I wouldn’t have anything to
apologize for!
 
You don’t think I’ve been
propositioned before?
 
Hell, I own a
fucking hotel and casino in Vegas.
 
Every
single day of the week somebody’s asking me for dick.
 
But I don’t beat them up.
 
I smile, I play it off, and I get the hell
away from them.
 
But you don’t beat up
our bread and butter like some thug in the street!
 
You’re my son.
 
You’re a Gabrini.
 
And every Gabrini knows there’s a time and a
place for everything.”

Jimmy
shook his head.
 
His father was always
giving him contradictory advice.
 
Fight back, don’t fight back.
 
Do this, don’t do that
.
 
It was getting crazy to Jimmy.
 
Then he looked at Reno.
 
“Uncle Sal said I did the right thing,” he
said.