Reno and Trina: In the Shadows of Love, Book 12 (15 page)

“I kid you
not.
 
She wanted Tree dead, but it
flipped on her.”

“And what
about the boy toy?”

“I flipped
on him.
 
He grabbed a gun and tried to
start some shit.
 
I finished it.”

“Damn
right,” Sal agreed.
 
“You can’t leave
stones unturned, or they’ll turn on you.”

“Speaking of
unturned stones.”
 
Reno leaned back.
 
“Remember Amy Shumer?”

Sal
nodded.
 
“That girl that used to work for
you?
 
Yeah, sure.
 
What about her?”

“Trina hired
her to work at Champagne’s.”

“Get the
fuck out of here!
 
I hope you shut that
down.”

“I shut it
down,” Reno responded.
 
“I even
threatened her ass.”

“Trina’s?”

“No,
idiot!
 
Amy’s.”

“Don’t call
me an idiot, all right?”

“But even
after I threatened her ass,” Reno continued, “she showed up again.”

“Get the
fuck out of here!
 
She didn’t believe
you?”

“Apparently
she didn’t because she went there.
 
She
told Tree she wouldn’t let me sleep with her and that’s why I fired her.”

“I’ll be
damn.
 
Tree fell for it?”

“No.
 
But she asked me a lot of questions.”

“You told
her what went down?”

“’Hell
no.
 
The truth is too fucked up.
 
I’m not taking that chance.
 
Trina might believe something actually
happened if I tell her the truth.”

Sal looked
at Reno askance.
 
“Something might have
happened,” he said.
 
“Your ass was too
drunk to know the difference.”

“Nothing
happened.”

“You don’t
know that, Reno.
 
You were drunk.”

“I wasn’t
that drunk,” Reno said firmly.

“Then why
can’t you remember that night?” Sal asked.
 
“Why is it all a blur to you?”

“I don’t
cheat on Katrina.
 
I wouldn’t do that to
her.
 
I didn’t do that to her.”

“That you’re
aware of,” Sal said.

“I didn’t
cheat on Trina,” Reno said.
 
“I know that
much.
 
And not a fucker alive is going to
tell me different.”
 

Sal reached
out and he and Reno fist-bumped.
 
“I hear
you, brother,” Sal said.
 
“And normally I
would disagree with your ass.
 
I would
think you should tell Trina, especially with Amy out there making noise and
trying to get into her good graces.”

Reno
considered Sal.
 
They argued like cats
and dogs, but he respected the man.
 
“So
you think I’m doing the right thing?
 
You
don’t think I should tell her either?”

“I don’t
think you should.
 
I mean, when you told
me the story after it happened it sounded like bullshit to me.
 
And I’m not your wife.
 
I mean, you’re in beautiful Hawaii with a
beautiful assistant.
 
You manage to get
stone-cold drunk, and lo and behold, you wake up with a naked lady in your
bed.
 
Yeah, she’ll believe that.
 
Sure, she will.”

“But that’s
how it happened,” Reno said.

“Good luck
convincing Trina of that.
 
She’ll think
about all those rumors down through the years about you cheating on her, and
it’ll be too much.
 
She’ll leave your ass
and take those children with her.
 
And no
human being on the face of this planet with blame her.”

Reno
nodded.
 
“Yeah,” he said, his blue eyes
stormy.
 
“My greatest fear will come
true.”
 
Then he shook his head.
 
“And that’s exactly why I didn’t tell
her.
 
That’s exactly why I will never
tell her.”

“Misunderstandings,”
Sal said, “can get you divorced.”

“Damn right
they can,” Reno agreed.

“What about
Amy?” Sal asked.

“I’ll keep
her ass in check.
 
She told Trina one
story already she doesn’t believe.
 
She’s
not going to believe any different version.”

Sal
frowned.
 
“Wonder why she lied?
 
Wonder why she didn’t just claim you both
were drunk and slept together in Hawaii?”

“Because
then she would implicate herself and Trina wouldn’t give her that job she
desperately needs.
  
She’ll be the bad
guy too.
 
But if she claim she was the
innocent all along, and I was pursuing her, she would still stand a chance with
Tree.
 
And you know my wife.
 
She’s all about second chances.”

“You’d
better hope she has a second chance to give to you,” Sal said.
 
“Because you’re going to need one if she ever
finds out about what really went down in Hawaii.”

Then Sal
laughed and gulped down his beer.
 
But
Reno couldn’t even crack a smile.
 
He was
a strong man.
 
The strongest man out
there, some would argue.
 
But the idea of
losing Trina terrified him.
 
That wasn’t
a chance, not even one built on truth, he was willing to take.

Trina looked at the changing landscape as Reno drove
his Porsche slowly through the streets of their town.
 
But it wasn’t familiar landscape that led to
either their estate, or their penthouse at the PaLargio.
 
She looked at Reno.
 
“Where are you taking me?” she asked him.

“To privacy.
 
At
least for a couple hours.”

“A couple of hours?
 
What for?”

Reno looked at his wife.
 
“I need to release inside of you with no
restraints, no lowered voices, no holding back.”

Trina felt the heat just from Reno’s gaze.
 
“Oh,” she said, nodding her approval.
 
“I see.”

He returned his gaze to the road.
 
“I wanted to do this all evening.
 
But Sal wouldn’t shut his big fat mouth.”

Trina laughed.
 
“He was in a good mood.
 
He and
Gemma both.”

“Yeah, she was running her trap too,” Reno said.
 
“They were like two noisy-ass peas in a pod.”

But as the terrain looked more and more unfamiliar to
Trina, her attention returned to their purpose.
 
“Why aren’t we going to the house?” she asked him.
 
“The children are at the penthouse.
 
We can have privacy at the estate.”

But Reno was already shaking his head.
 
“It’s too damn far away.
 
I don’t want to wait that long.
 
I can’t wait that long.”

“So where are you taking me then?”

“Motel.”

This surprised Trina.
 
“A
motel
?
 
Reno, you own a hotel.
 
A luxury hotel.
 
You have private rooms on top of private rooms.”

“And if I show up at the PaLargio and take you into
some random room and do what I intend to do to you, they’ll hear us from the
top floor to the bottom floor.
 
We won’t
hear the end of it.
 
I’m not going where
everybody knows my name.”

Trina smiled.
 
“You sound like that song from Cheers.”

“That’s the point.
 
I don’t want Cheers.
 
I want
privacy with my wife.”

Trina laughed as Reno drove up to the front entrance
to the Rook Motel.
 
“Wait here,” he said,
got out, and walked into the lobby.

Trina leaned back and watched him.
 
He wasn’t getting any younger, her Reno, but
he was still her boo.
 
She loved
him.
 
She loved his look and his style
and his strength.
 
She and Reno had their
differences, but they made love just as hard as they made war.
 
And she loved that about him.
 
Never a dull moment with Reno, she thought,
as he returned with a key and a smile.
  

She nodded her head when he got back into the
car.
 
“You look like a kid about to go
into a candy store,” she said, and Reno laughed.

Amy Shumer ran past her friend Gail as she hurried,
once again, to her bathroom.
 
Gail
followed her, and stood at the doorway as Amy upchucked in the toilet.
 
Amy then sat on her bathroom floor, in case
more wanted to regurgitate.

“I thought it was called morning sickness,” Amy
said.
 
“Not night sickness.”

“It’s
morning, noon, and night for some ladies,” Gail responded.
 
“I’ve had three kids.
 
Trust me, I know.”
 
Then she stared at her friend.
 
“You’ve got to tell him.
 
You know that, right?”

“No, I don’t
know that.
 
He’s already threatened me
for being around his wife.
 
What do you
think he’ll do to me if he finds out I’m pregnant?”

“He had to
know there was a possibility,” Gail said.
 
“His ass didn’t use a condom.”

“His ass was
drunk, I told you that,” Amy shot back.
 
“He’s going to declare it never happened.
 
He’s going to call me every liar in the book
and try to do
I don’t know what
to
silence me.
 
And you expect me to waltz
up to a man like that and bust out with the big news?”
 
She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead.

Gail
smiled.
 
“At least there’s one good thing
that could come out of all of this.”

Amy looked
at her.
 
“What?”

“Your money
troubles will be over.
 
Because say what
you will about Reno Gabrini, if that DNA test proves that he is indeed the
father, he’s going to take care of his kid.”

“I’m not
worried about how he’ll treat his child.
 
Because you’re right.
 
He’ll take
care of his kid.
 
I’m worried about how
he’s going to treat the mother of his kid.
 
That’s what’s keeping me up nights.”
 

But Gail had
no sympathy for her friend.
 
“You should
have left that man alone,” she said.
 
“Because he might have been drunk, if I believe your story, but you
weren’t.
 
You knew what you were doing.”

Amy shook
her head.
 
Gail spoke the truth.
 
It was a painful truth, she thought.
 
But it was nothing but the truth.

And she
began to upchuck once again.

Reno had her
legs opened wide across the bed, and his naked body was perched between
them.
 
His tongue was licking her pussy
so slowly that Trina felt every lick as if it was a spark of electricity
rushing through her body.
 
And he
wouldn’t ease up.
 
He licked and
licked.
 
He licked so long that Trina could
feel her clitoris pulsating even when his tongue wasn’t touching it.

And then he
began to eat.

That was Reno’s
best skill, Trina thought.
 
He knew how
to eat her.
 
He knew how to part her
folds and go down on her so hard that she lifted her upper body to endure the
ecstasy of the sensations.
 
She was
breathing with labored breaths, as he ate her.

Then Reno moved
up, straddling her naked body, and he kept moving up until his penis was in her
mouth.
 
And it was her time to go down on
him.

Trina
wrapped her small hand around his large cock as she licked and sucked.

“
Aaah
,”Reno said as he splayed his open
hands against the wall.
 
“Tree,” he
added, as he closed his eyes, leaned his head down, and enjoyed the
sensations.
 
This woman was the love of
his life, and the idea that she would think he would prefer any woman above her
was beyond nuts to Reno.
 
She was who he
wanted.
 
She had what he wanted.

But her oral
became too expert.
 
He was going to cum
if he didn’t pull it out of her mouth, and put it in her vagina.
 
He moved down, lifted one of her legs, and
eased his fully aroused wet dick into her fully saturated pussy.

And the
grind began.
 
Reno stared at Trina, and
Trina stared at Reno, as they made love.
 
Her hair was like a bang across her forehead, and his thick hair was all
over his head, and she could not have looked better to him, and he could not
have looked better to her.
 
Reno was so
overcome by his feelings for her that he fondled her breasts, and then leaned
down and kissed her hard and passionately, as he fucked her.

And then the
reason for the motel room came into play.
 
Because Reno cut loose and began to pound into her.
 
Trina held on, enjoying every second of his
roughness, as the bed bounced and her yells of joy resounded throughout the
room.
 
They had on the television, and it
was blaring, but nothing was going to muffle those sounds.

In the room
next door, in fact, two teenagers in heat had to stop their lovemaking to
listen to Reno and Tree’s.
 
Because they
put them to shame.
 
They could hear how
hard he was pushing it deeper and deeper into her, and how deliciously she was
receiving it.
 
And the bouncing bed, and
the grunts and groans, it was an education for them.

And it
lasted.
 
Back in Reno’s room, he made
love to Trina longer than even he thought possible.
 
Until Trina finally came, and he followed
her.

By the time
it was over, they were both so drained that Reno rolled off of her, and did not
have the strength to pull her into his arms.
 
He reached for her, but she had to do the work.
 
She came to him.

Trina
smiled.
 
“I married an old man,” she
said, as she went.

Val Gabrini
heard the front door of the penthouse open and close, and she smiled.
 
“About time,” she said jovially as she put
the last dish in the dishwasher and hurried toward the living room.
 
“I was starting to think you guys weren’t
coming home,” she added, as she turned the corner.
 

But as soon
as she turned the corner, she realized it wasn’t Reno and Trina that had
arrived to relieve her of her babysitting duties, nor was it even Jimmy.
 
She stopped in her tracks.
 
It was a man.
 
A man she’d never seen before in her life.

And just as
she began to scream, the man in front of her, Carlo Minatare, pointed his gun
and put a bullet in her brain.
 

Shock was
still on Val’s pretty face, as she fell to the floor.

Dommi, in
the penthouse playroom, looked up from his video game when he heard the scream,
the gunshot, and then the fall.
 
He
wanted to cry Val’s name, but he remembered what his father told him.
 
If something odd happened, Reno told him, he
was to get defensive.
 
He was to make
sure his sister was safe, and always look for a weapon.

Dommi
dropped his controls, and grabbed Sophie, who was also in the playroom playing
with her dolls.
 
“Come on,” he whispered
to her, as he took her by the hand and hurried her under the bed.
 
Then he pointed his finger at her the way his
father pointed his finger at him.
 
“Stay
here,” he said, “no matter what.”

And Sophie,
a slave to her big brother, did as she was told.

Dommi then
hurried to the closet, grabbed his baseball bat, and then ran up front to see
what was going on.
 

When he saw
Val on the floor, and the blood, he became so stunned that the bat dropped from
his hand.
  
And then he saw the man.
 
And the man was coming toward him.
 
He picked up the bat and started
swinging.
 
The man laughed.
 
This was ridiculous.
 
No contest.
 

And it
wasn’t.
 
Because the bat was easily taken
from Dom.
 
And then the man was upon
him.
 
He fought and tried to scream, but
his scream was muffled.
 
And then there
was darkness.
 
And then Dommi felt a
needle prick.
 
And then he fell asleep.