A Mob Boss Christmas: The Pregnancy (13 page)

But Fran looked at him.
 
She looked angrily at him, and then followed
her husband.
 

The guests began to realize there was no longer any
show to see, Reno motioned for the band to begin playing again, and everybody
went back to their own private conversations.
 
Trina and Jimmy, however, made their way to Reno.

“Are you okay?” Trina asked him.

Reno wasn’t, not by a long shot, but this wasn’t the
time or the place.
 
“Yeah,” he said,
sipping from his glass of wine once again.
 
“I’m just lovely jovly,” he added.

The door unlocked and Dirty and Fran made their way
into their apartment inside the PaLargio.
 
The party was
over,
they made it their business
to stay for the entire show, but Dirty was seething.
 
If Reno hadn’t decked him, and for no good
reason if you asked Dirty, the party would have been a good one.
 
It would have gone off without a hitch.

But Reno did deck Dirty.
 
He knocked him down like he was a piece of
white trash worthy to be discarded.
 
And
as soon as the door to his apartment closed shut, he let Fran have it.
 
It was all her fault, was how he saw it.

“My fault?”
Fran asked him
in a shocked voice.
 
“How is what Reno
did to you my fault?”

“You’re the one who told me all of that shit about
Trina!”
Dirty blared, his tie askew, his eyes blazing with
anger.
 
“You’re the one who told
me about the abortion!
 
You’re the one
who had me telling your brother about it when you knew she had changed her
mind!”

“How did I know that, Dirty, do you listen to
yourself?
 
I didn’t find out until the
next day, when I had lunch with her!”

“You’re the one who started talking about Trina
cheating on Reno---”

“I said she might be cheating on him.
 
I didn’t say it was a fact.
 
I said she
might
be cheating.”

“Now Reno’s mad at me!”
Dirty said, ignoring Fran’s correction.
 
“Now he’s treating me like a nothing,
a nobody
,
and in front of all of those people!
 
All because of your stupid ass!”

“Stupid?”

“Yeah, I said stupid.
 
You’re stupid and crazy and butt-ugly on top of that!”

“I’ll show you ugly,” Fran said and slapped
Dirty
hard across his face.
 
“I’ll show you ugly!”
 
she
slapped him again.

But it was one hit too many for Dirty tonight.
 
He couldn’t lay a hand on Reno, but he could
light into Reno’s sister.
 
And he
did.
 
He slapped her and punched her and
beat her down.
 
Fran fought back, her
brother had always taught her to defend herself, but fighting Dirty wasn’t the
same as clawing on some girl.
 
She got in
her own licks, but
Dirty
kicked her ass.
 
He beat her the way Apollo Creed beat Rocky,
the way Ali beat Frazier, the way a lion would beat a cub.
 
She grabbed the chair as she fell, but it
slid and fell too.

She was beaten down.

Dirty saw the damage and thought about Reno.
 
And how Reno was going to beat him down when
he saw the damage, too.

And Dirty did what Dirty knew how to do.

He ran.

Reno’s dick slid into Trina’s pussy as he entered her
from the back and began to
gyrate
her with rhythmic
strokes that kept them relaxed and sensual.
 
They lay there, and fucked, going strong even after ten, fifteen, twenty
minutes.
 
Staying in
the rhythm, enjoying every stroke.
 

They were fully conscious of how much they loved the
feel of that inner movement, the ridges,
the
friction
that made their lovemaking like an innermost connection.
 
And they connected like sparks in a
fire.
 
Reno kept popping off, over and
over, and he sustained that level of intensity for nearly an entire hour.
 
His naked body was sweaty, and his passion
was even wetter.
 
He couldn’t get enough
of Trina.

Until the phone rang.

Reno, however, ignored the ringing as he continued to
fuck his wife.
 
There was no way on
earth, he
felt, that
he could stop now.
 

Trina didn’t see where they could stop, either.
 
It felt just that intense.
 
They couldn’t give
up
 
when
they were so close to
completion.
 
Not when he was stretching
every muscle within her body with strokes so masterful and gentle that she felt
as if he could put this on her for hours on end.
 
Even as the phone continued ringing they kept
fucking.
 
Reno wasn’t trying to stop and
Trina wasn’t trying to ask him to stop.
 
Whoever it was would eventually call back, was how they both saw it.

Except whomever it was called right back.
 

“Damn!” Reno said out loud, this time angrily, as he
finally stopped stroking his wife and reached over and grabbed the phone.

“What?” he asked without attempting to hide his
irritation.
 
His dick
was in waiting, just sitting inside of Tree’s pocket as if it were a holding
pattern, ready for the final thrusting to begin.
 

But the voice on the other end was a distressed
one.
 
“Reno,” his sister said.

And then Trina mischievously clenched her sex muscles
around his now immobile cock, causing him to groan.
 
He pinched her in retaliation.

“Ouch!” Trina yelped.

“Reno?” Fran said again.

“I can’t talk right now
,
 
Fran
,” Reno said into the phone.
 
He began rubbing Trina’s ass.
 
“I’ll have to call you back.”

“Can you come?”

“No, I can’t come!
 
I told you---”

“He beat me, Reno.”

Reno stopped rubbing Trina.
 
Trina looked at him.

“Who beat you?”

“Richie,” Fran said, and that was all Reno needed to
hear.

He leaned up.
 
Trina immediately turned onto her back, causing his dick to slide out.

“Where are you?” Reno asked Fran.

“Home.”

“Where’s Dirty?”

“He left.
 
He
ran like a coward!
 
Find him, Reno, and
mow him down like a dog in the street!”

“You just shut it and wait there.
 
I’m on my way.”

Reno hung up the phone.
 
Trina began getting out of bed, too.

Trina stood by the hospital bed holding Fran’s
hand.
 
Jimmy Mack stood beside Trina, and
Reno stood on the other side of the bed.
 
He was fuming, Trina knew, just by the way he was rocking his body from
side to side.
 
Dirty must have been out
of his mind, Trina thought, to have done this to Reno’s sister.

Reno’s cell phone rang and he moved away, talking on
his phone.
 
Trina looked at him.
 
He had thrown on a pair of jeans and a
turtleneck and he looked like a man on the verge.
 
Nothing angered Reno more than when a man
beat on a woman.
 
Especially
one of
his
women.

Fran swallowed hard.
 
“Water,” she said and Trina immediately took the cup of water with the
straw sticking out of it and allowed Fran to sip.
 
Fran was milking it and would probably milk
it for months to come.
 
That was just
Fran’s drama queen personality.
 
But
Trina didn’t blame her this time.
 
Dirty had left her in pretty bad shape.

Her eyes were swollen shut.
 
Her face had bruises all over it.
 
The nurse was even hooking up an IV, which
made Trina figure Fran would be here for at least a few days.
 
Dirty was out
of
 
his
mind.

When Reno’s conversation ended, he walked back up to
the bed.

“You find Richie,” Fran said to her brother.
 
“You find him and you cut off his balls,
Reno.
 
You find him and you put bullets
up his butt, Reno.”

The nurse, amazed at such talk, looked at Reno.
 

Reno attempted to play it off.
 
“What are you talking?” he said to his
foolish sister.
 
“Bullets and butts and
cutting off balls.
 
What are you
talking?”

Reno gave Fran his best
shut the fuck up
look as the Nurse finished her work and left.
 

“You know not to talk that way in front of strangers,
Fran,” he said to his sister.

“I want you to handle Richie.”

“I will handle Richie, but that ain’t that nurse’s
business.”

Trina looked at Reno.
 
She knew what was coming next.

Reno nodded.
 
“I’ve gotta take care of it,” he said.

She was concerned, but she understood.
 
“Be careful,” she said.

“You know it.
 
I gotta come back home to you.”

Trina would have smiled, but it was too serious.

“I’m going too,
Pop
,” Jimmy
offered.

“No, you’re not,” Reno countered.
 
“I appreciate the support, but no.
 
You’re staying right here with Katrina.”

“But she’ll be fine,
Pop
.”

Reno gave Jimmy
a look that brook
no debate.
 
Jimmy reluctantly backed
down.
 
“Yes, sir,” he said.

“Get him, Reno,” Fran said.
 
“Get him good.”

Reno looked at Trina.
 
Sometimes he wondered if Fran was even worth the effort.
 
He kissed Trina on the lips.
 

And left.

Reno was seated in the car with three of his men,
including Danno, his security chief.
 
What a night.
 
He had gone from
making sweet, tender love to his woman to being stuck here, in some filthy
trailer park waiting for a signal.
 
And
it would take nearly forty minutes.
 
But
then there was movement.
 
When one of
their many snitches came out, waved his hand, and went back in, they knew to
act.
 
The trailer the snitch went back
into was the signal itself.
 
Because that
trailer was the trailer where it was determined that Dirty was holed up.
 

“Ready?” Danno asked Reno.

“Like yesterday,” Reno said as he checked his pistol,
put it back into his back pocket, and got out of the car.

He and his men walked slowly across the street as if
they were taking a leisurely stroll to a friend’s house.
 
But as soon as they walk up the riggety steps
that led to the trailer door, all pretense was off.
 
They kicked the door in with a violent kick
and barged right in.
 
The house was so
filled with meth-heads and crack heads and everybody started scattering.
 
Reno searched frantically for Dirty, moving
from room to room.
 
When he made it to
the one of the back rooms,
Dirty
jumped out of the
window and took off.

Reno took off, too.
 
“He’s going out back!” Reno yelled as he ran out of the house, jumped
down across the porch rail, and took off behind the house.
 
Danno was right behind him.

And they ran.
 
They ran around junk cars and old trash cans.
 
They ran through an alleyway, just catching
another glimpse of Dirty, and then across an old abandoned factory yard.
 
But
Dirty
was
fast.
 
He was across the street into a
second trailer park by the time Reno eyed him again.
 
Reno’s men were running too, but they
couldn’t even keep up with Reno.
 

And after more run-ins with barking dogs and
Christmas lights and junk cars, Reno and his men gave up.
 
They had no choice.
 
Dirty was gone.
 

Reno leaned over, his hands on his knees, and he was
nearly breathless.
 
“Damn,” he said out
loud.
 
“Damn!”

The door to the penthouse opened and Trina and Jimmy
sat erect.
 
Trina was seated on the sofa
and Jimmy was seated in a chair and both had been waiting all night for
Reno.
 
As soon as he rounded the foyer
and entered the living room, and they both saw that he was, at least
physically, fine, they sighed relief.
 
And Jimmy stood up.

“I’d better get to bed,” he said, heading for the
exit.
 
“Night, Pop.”