Authors: Mallory Monroe
Jersey were. Was he going to make sure the heat was off, as he was claiming, or to make sure his father’s various business ventures were stil alive and wel and run by whom? Certainly not Carmine or
Dirty, Reno’s brother-in-laws. Trina couldn’t see Reno putting those two in charge of the entire Gabrini operation. That was why she needed to know if her new husband was going to take over that
operation, an operation that she suspected had far more ilegal components than legal ones.
“Carmine’s handling Pop’s affairs,” Reno said, and he said it in a way that let Trina know it was only words.
“But Carmine can’t handle it, can he? I heard your own father say he couldn’t. I heard your father say Carmine, Dirty, and your late brother Joey together couldn’t hold water to you.”
“Yeah, wel, it ain’t my old man’s business anymore. It’s Carmine’s now. Carmine and Dirty’s. I’l advise them, but I’m not getting into that.”
But Trina was no fool. With his decision to order Partanna’s death, she knew he already was in “that” and in it deep.
Reno smiled and hit his wife lightly on the butt. “Stop worrying,” he said. “I got this, al right?”
Trina tried to smile too. Nothing more she could do at this point. And then she began thinking about him, and how terribly she was going to miss him. He was going to miss her too, as his hand
moved down between her legs, expertly moving down to her folds. When his fingers slid in and began massaging the sides of her folds and then her clit, she closed her eyes in a relaxed moan. She
could feel his fingers slipping into her, could feel the growing saturation as he moved in and out of her. And he started moaning too, his eyes staring at her beautiful face, his heart amazed to have her as his own. He wanted her to squirm, to feel the enchantment he felt, as his fingers dug deeper into her, circling inside of her, absorbing her wetness like a sponge of anticipation. He continued to stare at her, he loved the way she loved his touch. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
And it was as plain as day how this would end. He had a plane to catch, he knew he had to get out of Dale, but no way was he going anywhere without fucking her first. Especialy when he slid
his now wet fingers out of her, and the mouth of her vagina resisted his exit.
He stood up, his erection a revelation in just how committed to fucking her he realy was, as he stepped out of his briefs, removed the sheet from her naked body, turned her onto her back, and
opened her legs.
Trina’s moan became a guttural groan as his tongue moved in where his fingers had been, and it, too, began to caress her clit just the way she liked it. He kissed it and sucked it and kept his
head buried between her legs as if he was on a treasure hunt. Reno loved the way she tasted. Loved the way she smeled. Loved the way he could always bring her to orgasm just with his tongue.
But she wanted to pleasure him, too. He was always giving and giving, always handling everything for her, now she wanted to give back.
She alowed him to continue tasting her, alowed herself to enjoy his wonderful, caressing tongue, until he began to ease up. As soon as he did, she closed her legs to him. It was something he
hadn’t expected, especialy when she took her hands and puled him onto the bed, onto his back.
He closed his eyes in sweet anticipation when she straddled him with her ass backed up to his face, and began sucking his penis with that slow, perfect lick he loved, her tongue so soft on his
skin. She kissed it, jerked it, licked it. And when her mouth covered it, and she began to take it in ful, his stomach muscles stretched with a feeling so euphoric he thought he would cry. She knew how to do him unlike any other woman ever had. When she was slow, he wanted it slow. When she sucked faster, he wanted it fast. Now she was ferocious, jerking it and sucking it and taking it in so
deep that he found himself squeezing her ass to control his own intensity.
He massaged her ass as she sucked him, until his tongue was licking her, too. And he continued to eat her, continued to kiss that ass he loved so much and to move down further and suck on her
clit as if he was sucking for air. And her wetness only made him want her more. For the longest time she sucked him ferociously and he sucked her vigorously, each unable to imagine it any better than
this.
But it was better because his penis had expanded to such an extent that he knew it was about to explode if he didn’t enter her and enter her now.
He moved her onto her stomach, saddled her legs, and entered her from behind. She screamed in ecstasy as his massive rod dug deep into her, as it slid in and out like a tease, only the tease
was as intense as the main event, because the feeling never wavered, never ebbed, but kept getting stronger and stronger. Reno did her that way. Of al the men she’d ever had, Reno was the only one
who kept her at the highest level of intensity for the entire duration of their lovemaking. And his rod kept sliding in and out, slowly in and out, making her want it, making her wiling to beg for it.
And he gave her more, as his movements became less a slow drag and more a jerk, in and out, in and out, faster and faster, his heart pounding as his rod connected with her tightness and
pounded her. She screamed as he banged her, screamed as the intensity overwhelmed her. He made love to her with a sense of urgency, as if he had to make her understand how badly he wanted her;
how she was the only woman in this entire world that he wanted.
He loved Trina, and with every thrust he wanted to brand her with his love. This was his woman, this was his wife, this was his heart, his everything, and he slid in and out of her faster and faster
as if he stil had points to prove. And he wanted her to know that he was wiling to prove it. The feeling was so intense as he pounded her, that he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. But he kept on banging, kept holding out for more, kept giving her a ride she wouldn’t soon forget when he finaly made his mark.
He leaned his body on top of her, her ass shaking in sensual delight from his pounding. She felt every throb, experienced as thrust, could feel her inner muscles tightening around his rod as if she
was imprisoning him. Which only made him pound harder. Until the mark he kept hitting suddenly couldn’t take another buls eye, and she quivered with the joy of coming, with the sensation of
knowing that the man she loved, the only man she dared to touch her, was causing this euphoric wonderment.
And when Reno came, when his penis engorged beyond capacity and al he could do was release his fulness inside of her, he screamed her name. “
Oh, Tree
!” he screamed
. “Oh, Tree
!”
He was unable to stop the intensity as his neck muscles strained, as his entire body clenched with the kind of joy only Trina knew how to bring to him. And he couldn’t stop banging, he couldn’t
stop trying to penetrate her even deeper, as his release wouldn’t stop pouring into her, and out of her, and on the sides of her. He banged and poured, banged and poured, until his energy was as a
feather and he was a man bare and drained. Everything he had, every inch of him, now into her.
And he sagged down, unable to move a muscle.
Trina smiled in a kind of confident satisfaction. She was always amazed at how a man of Reno’s strength became as limp as a raggedy Andy dol after his release.
When he managed enough strength to slide off of her, and they were laying side by side, her on her stomach, him on his back, he could only shake his head. “You trying to kil me, woman,” he
said breathlessly, and she looked at him as a smile slowly filed his gorgeous face. Sometimes it shocked her how fortunate she was. Sometimes it scared her, too.
“You didn’t exactly have mercy on me, either,” she replied and they both laughed. He had a plane to catch, he had more shit to deal with, but right here and right now he gathered Trina into his
arms. Nobody, he decided, nor circumstances beyond his control, was taking this precious moment, with his new bride, away from him.
***
In a raucous bal park in Schenectady, New York, Wiliard “Pags” Pagnini walked up to the sideline where Marcy Davenport stood. She was a tal, thin, blonde bombshel of a woman, a former
runner up Miss New York who could stil grace the cover of any glamour magazine. But now she wore sweats and a t-shirt, sipping from bottled water and cheering on her son’s Little League softbal
team. Pags found it amusing that this former button, this kiler, could be so suburban, so motherly now.
“That’s al right, Nick!” Marcy yeled to the smalest boy on the field as a strike was caled again, “just keep your eye on the bal.” She began clapping. “You’re doing good, babe! You’re
doing just fine!”
“Good practice,” Pags said as he stood beside her.
“They’re a great team. Best I’ve seen in a while. They’l get it together,” Marcy said before she turned to look at the man now positioned beside her. When she saw who it was, her heart
rammed against her chest. “Pags?” she asked, astounded.
“The one and only.”
“But I thought---.”
“You thought what, Marcy? That I was dead? Is that what the papers said?” He snorted, looked back at the kids on the basebal field. “Don’t believe everything you read.”
“But Frank said you were dead. Frank said he personaly ordered your hit.”
“Yeah, he did say that, didn’t he? But who you gonna believe? Dead Frank Partanna, or this live human being, your old friend, standing right in front of you?”
Marcy stared ahead, stil stunned, but also terrified. A visit from a man like Pags was never a good thing.
“I don’t know if I’d agree with you, however,” Pags said, stil looking at the bal players. She looked at him. “I don’t see great when I see this team, although I see some potential there.
Especialy with the littlest one. With your kid.”
Marcy’s heart pounded. She knew a threat when she heard one. “What do you want, Pags?”
“I’m just taking in some sun, watching the kiddies play. That’s al. And I happened to notice your kid. He stands out, know what I’m saying? He’s what you cal a what? A leader. Yeah, a
leader.” He said this as young Nick swung and missed again, his smal body careening around and then dropping to his rump. “Like his old man.”
Marcy could barely breathe. He didn’t know. Nobody knew. “I’m out of the game, Pags,” she said. “You know that.”
“I knew you were out yesterday. Just like me. I was deep underground yesterday. Everybody thought I was dead and gone yesterday. They puled me out of the cold, too, Marce, just like
they puled you out. But this is a new day. Things changed overnight. I had to get puled back in. Then he exhaled. “We’re puling you back in, Marce.”
Marcy was shaking her head before he finished his sentence. “No.”
“Yes, Marcy.”
“No, Pags, no. Now I heard about what happened, but that has nothing to do with me. I’ve been out of that game for years, and I’m not about to go back in just to avenge somebody’s death.
Least of which that bastard Frank Partanna.”
“He kiled Paulo Gabrini, Reno’s old man. Ain’t that good news?”
“Fantastic news. And hel yeah I was glad to see Old Man Gabrini die, I’m not gonna lie. I was glad they clipped that Gabrini. But I’m not avenging Frank’s death even if he was the one to clip
him.”
“But you didn’t lose any sleep over Gabrini’s death.”
“I told you I was thriled they took him out. But that’s as far as it goes with me.”
Pags smiled. “The soccer mom thriled over the senseless murder of another human being.” He shook his head. “What is this world coming to?” Then his buldog face became serious. “We
don’t need you to avenge anything for us. We just need you to put us in a position to avenge it ourselves.”
“I’m out, Pags, and I’m staying out.”
Pags looked away from her and at the basebal diamond again. “Handsome boy you got yourself there. Very strong features. Looks a lot like his old man.”
Marcy hesitated. “His old man’s dead,” she eventualy said.
“He wil be,” Pags said, looking at Marcy. “But not yet.”
Marcy’s heart dropped. “Whatever rumor you’re working from, it’s false.”
“Let’s cut the bulshit, Marce, shal we? I’m not here in this backwater town for my health. We know that kid is Reno’s kid. You know it and we know it. Reno don’t know it, however.”
“And that asshole never wil!” Marcy spat out between clenched teeth, her old self beginning to emerge.
Pags smiled. “He won’t hear it from us. If you cooperate, he won’t hear a word from us. Besides, you have additional motivation to help us.” Marcy looked at him. “The Feds, for instance.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You came to work for Frank after the Gabrinis gave you the boot. We know where the bodies are buried, sweetheart. Al we have to do is turn over your file to the Feds and you’re a lifer
sure as I’m standing here. Death Row even.”
Marcy stared at him. She used to be able to size up fear and bulshit in a man in a matter of seconds. She didn’t see either in Pags. “What do you want?”
“We, my dear, want Reno Gabrini’s head on a silver platter, and you’re just the person who can serve it up to us. Otherwise, Reno Junior over there, or whatever his suburban name is, wil have
to be served up instead.” Pags said this and looked at Marcy. “
Capiche
?” he said.
Marcy, the old Marcy back in spades, was staring daggers at him.
TWO
Reno hurried across the airfield toward the waiting private jet as Joe Ralson hustled to keep up with him. Their suits, and hair, were blowing wildly in the wind.
“There’s no room for any fuck-ups, JoeJoe,” Reno said as he walked, refusing to break his stride. “I want you to know her every move. Any activity, anything that seems trivial, out of the