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  MOB BOSS 4:

  ROMANCING TRINA GABRINI

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  MALLORY MONROE

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  PROLOGUE

  Seventeen Years Earlier

  Closing time at Clauson’s and Reno was with Shanell, their best waitress, in the tiny supply room. They started out doing their job stocking the shelves, and then they started horsing around with hugs and kisses that meant very little to either one of them. Until Reno’s lips began to trail down her neck.

  “Reno, quit,” Nell said playfully. “We still have work to do.”

  This was their usual banter ever since Reno arrived in town a few weeks ago. Nell knew he was only visiting his father, who owned Clauson’s, and would return to New Jersey in another couple weeks. But she had decided to enjoy his company while it lasted. She was nobody’s fool. She knew it would lead to nothing. But Reno Gabrini was so damned sexy that none of the girls at Clauson’s, or in Crane, Georgia period, seemed able to resist him.

  “Come on, Nellie,” he said in that wonderful Italian drawl of his. “Let’s just do this. Let’s just enjoy the moment and go with the mood.”

  “I’ll mood you if you don’t leave me alone,” Nell said with a smile as his trailing kisses slowed down her ability to place the unused inventory, mainly canned products, back on the shelves.

  “You taste so sweet,” Reno said in his best lustful groan.

  Nell shook her head. She’d heard it all before. “I’ll bet you tell that to all of your little girlfriends.”

  “Only to you, the love of my life,” Reno said, although he knew he was lying. He had other girls back in Jersey, plenty of them, and even since he arrived in Georgia, she wasn’t the only girl he was fooling around with. But she was fast becoming his favorite.

  Unlike the other girls, Nell wasn’t as easy a nut to crack for Reno. The others opened their legs to him as if it was his right to explore them. Although Nell allowed him certain privileges with her upper body, she had yet to allow him even a peep down below.

  And tonight seemed destined to be yet another failed attempt, as she pushed him aside once again. “You need to quit, Reno, for real,” she said as she continued to grab cans from the box. “I may be from Georgia, but I know the game.”

  Reno smiled. “Oh, yeah?” Reno said. He loved her spunk. “You think your little country ass know game?”

  Nell grinned. “Hell, yeah, I know game!”

  “Well know this,” Reno said, turning her from the shelves and pulling her into his arms. He loved the way her high cheek bones gave her dark brown skin a creamy glow. “I’m not from Georgia, and I might not know the game the way it’s played here in the south. But if you let me make sweet love to you, baby, I guarantee you it’ll be the best fuck you ever had.”

  Nell smiled and shook her head. “That’s what I like about you, Reno,” she said, her hands pressed against his muscular chest. “I love your humility. And your sweetness. And how innocent and unassuming you are.”

  Reno grinned that rakish grin all the girls loved. “I’m not gonna lie to you. I was never no innocent.”

  “No joke?” Nell said playfully.

  “I was never innocent,” Reno made clear. “But I was humble and unassuming and sweet once. It lasted for about two seconds, but I was all those things once.”

  Nell laughed. “But it lasted only two seconds, hun? And you haven’t been that way since?”

  “Not on your life since,” Reno replied, and kissed her on the lips. Only this time he wasn’t playing. And as Nell felt the kiss, and began to return the kiss, she wasn’t playing, either.

  When he allowed her to come back up for air, he began to trace his kisses down her neck, her chest, to her cleavage. Although it felt wonderful, and she allowed the contact, she balked when his lips swept over the top mounds of her breasts, wetting her uniform.

  “Reno, we can’t,” she said. “Not with your daddy still here.”

  But Reno was too far gone in his lust to even care. “Love the way you smell,” he replied to her.

  “But what about your daddy?” Nell impressed upon him. “He’ll hear us.”

  “He’s in the office taking care of business. He’s not thinking about us.”

  And as Reno continued sucking her breast through her uniform, Nell wasn’t thinking about Reno’s father, either. Because the son knew how to lay it on her. She suddenly wanted more from him. She suddenly wanted him to stop teasing, remove her breasts from her bra the way he did most nights, and mouth fuck her.

  He moved her to the back wall near the back door and continued sucking her breasts. She wore an ivory-colored waitress uniform that zipped in the front, and he had already zipped it halfway down by the time they hit t
he wall. He lifted her bra and began fondling her with his hand, with his big, blue eyes staring into her brown eyes. And she, too, was too far gone in lust to turn back now.

  “You like the way it feels, don’t you, sweetheart?” Reno asked as he fondled her.

  “Yes,” she replied, becoming breathless. “I like it.”

  And he went back down for more. She had her hands in his thick, brown hair loving the way he sucked her, as the wetness of his mouth was like a scorch on her skin. Reno had those sexy lips, where one side drooped slightly downward, and he knew how to position them to maximize the sensual effect of his suctions.

  But when his lips moved back up to her mouth, and they began kissing passionately again, she could feel more than his sexy lips on her. She could feel his massive boner began to gyrate against her uniform, begging for entrance.

  Nell wrapped her slender brown arms around Reno’s tanned, thick neck as he moved back down and continued sucking her tit and licking her, giving her nipples a tingling sensation. They were in the supply room, Reno’s father was in the office next door, but they were carrying on like the love-starved teenagers they wanted to be.

  Until the office door sprung open with a quick fling, and Reno’s father, Paulo Gabrini, and Paulo’s best friend and fellow mobster Vito Giancarlo, hurried in. They were both old school Italians who wouldn’t know diplomacy if it bit them in the butt, and their dramatic entrance proved that point.

  Nell knew how rough they could be, too, and was terrified as soon as the door flew open. She and Reno scrambled to zip back up her uniform, but the room was too small. Paulo and Vito were already upon them.

  “What’s your problem, boy?” Paulo asked his son, slapping him upside his head. “Every night I hear you horsing around. Groaning and moaning and horsing around like some gotdamn loser. What’s wrong with you? You wannna fuck her, fuck her, what you horsing around for?”

  “We were just playing, Pop,” Reno said with a smile, to diffuse his father’s unnecessary fire. He knew his father and Vito liked to needle him when it came to the ladies. He assumed this was one of those times.

  His father Paulo, however, had a different assumption. “You were playing around? Playing around my ass! Me and Vito been hearing you.”

  “Night after night,” Vito said.

  “We been hearing you,” Paulo continued. “If it ain’t with her, it’s with some other girl. Horsing around, that’s all you do. You think I came all this way, to this back-ass town, for my son, my eldest boy, to embarrass me?”

  “Show him how it’s done, Paulo,” Vito Giancarlo urged Reno’s father. “Show Reno how it’s done!”

  “Yeah, looks like I gotta show your punk ass how it’s done,” Paulo said, putting his hand on Nell’s arm.

  “It’s all right, Pop,” Reno replied a little irritably, removing his father’s hand from Nell. He felt his father was taking the joke too far now. “I told you it’s all right.”

  But Paulo looked at his son as if he was offended. “Who the fuck are you to tell me anything? You don’t tell me nothing. I tell you! Like you’re some big man. Who’s the boss here? You? Gonna tell me it’s all right. Who the fuck are you?”

  As Paulo continued to castigate Reno, Nell attempted to make a move toward the door beside the wall, a door that would lead her into the outside alley of the restaurant. And, she felt, to freedom.

  But Paulo wasn’t about to let her leave. He grabbed the thin girl by her arm and slung her back against the wall, stunning even Reno.

  “Where you think you’re going?” he asked her, squeezing her arm purposely too tightly. “You think I’m letting you out of here that easily? Just letting you go? Didn’t you hear Mr. Giancarlo? Didn’t you hear him say I gotta show my son how it’s done? Didn’t you hear that, you motherfucker?!”

  “Pop!” Reno said loudly, moving toward his father. He knew how out of control his old man could get. He knew how there was no reasoning with the man when he was in that zone. But Reno was shocked that his old man was getting this way over something that had nothing to do with him.

  Reno’s admonition worked. Paulo calmed back down. “You just listen to me, little girl,” Paulo said to the eighteen year old waitress. “You are going to stand here, let us do what we gotta do, and then you can sail your ass on home, to the mall, to wherever the fuck you wanna sail it to. But not before we do what we gotta do. Capeesh?”

  Nell was too terrified to even nod. Her big, brown eyes just stared at Mr. Gabrini.

  “And if you so much as mention this here to any living soul,” Vito Giancarlo added, “we will track you down like a dog in the street and kill you and every member of your family. Understand us, sweetheart? Understand us?”

  Reno looked at his father and Vito. He knew they could be vicious. He’d seen them beat a man to within an inch of his life before. He’d seen them beat down many men before. But those were fellow gangsters and other lowlifes who deserved every lick. This was an eighteen year old girl who hadn’t done shit to them. What the fuck, Reno thought.

  But Nell was too terrified to even attempt to understand the logic to their viciousness. She could hardly believe that she’d allowed herself to get caught up in it. She’d been working for Mr. Clauson ever since she was sixteen years old and still in high school. Then just three months ago all of these Italians showed up in their small town and said they were now the new owners of Clauson’s and Mr. Clauson worked for them. Rumor had it that they were a bunch of gangsters in hiding because of some crime they committed somewhere, but the sheriff said in church that that was a load of bullocks. They were businessmen same as Mr. Clauson, he insisted. But rumor had it that the sheriff was bought and paid for too.

  Paulo smiled his own charming smile. “She looks horrified, doesn’t she, Vito?”

  “Mortified,” Vito Giancarlo, a chubby man, said with a grin.

  Paulo began to unbuckle his belt. “I like’em like that. I like to see how that terror just disappears into joyfulness when I finish putting it on them. And don’t you worry your pretty little head, little girl,” he said as he reached underneath her uniform, grabbed her small, white panties, and ripped them completely off of her small ass. “I’ve got to show my boy how it’s done.”

  Reno had already begun to see the danger, but now he saw it clearly. His father wasn’t bluffing. He had every intention of raping Nell. And if Reno didn’t stop it, he also knew that his father, and Vito after him, could half kill Nell.

  He had to act.

  He steeled himself, his heart pounding, and shoved his father aside. “You don’t have to show me shit!” he said to him.

  Reno knew it could go either way as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. His father would either be pleased by his aggressiveness, or angered by it. Given the moodiness of his old man, it could go either way. But what Reno couldn’t do, for Nell’s sake, was go easy on her.

  To Reno’s relief, his father was buying his aggression. “Now we’re talking!” he could hear his old man saying, although his heart was hammering too loudly for him to hear it clearly. All he knew was that he had to act, and act decisively, or his old man and Vito would.

  “Eat her pussy first, Reno!” Paulo yelled out. “Don’t you want to taste some of that first?”

  But Reno wasn’t about to make this anymore humiliating for Nell than it already had to be. With her back still pressed against the wall, he lifted her legs, stood between those legs, and then pressed his penis against the lip of her vagina.

  “Forgive me,” Reno mouthed to her as he rubbed against her mound.

  But his father would not let up. “What’s wrong with you?” Paulo started yelling. “Ram her and get on with it! Don’t you dare sissy-fuck her! Not in front of me, you’d better not!”

  Reno made eye contact with Nell again. Tears were in her big, terrified eyes. And he wanted to cry, too. But he couldn’t. Any show of weakness and his father would take over. And Nell might not survive his father’s puni
shing cock.

  He rammed his penis inside of her, his eyes begging her forgiveness. Paulo and Vito started laughing, saying that Nell’s pussy was probably wide as an ocean. But Reno knew better.

  “Harder,” Vito yelled, “or we’ll do it for you!”

  And Reno rammed harder, deeper, into Nell. As soon as he did, he realized he was ramming through her maidenhead and taking her virginity. Nell screamed out in pain.

  Paulo reached over and slapped her. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he screamed at her.

  Reno, terrified, moved his body between her and his father, and began pounding her. “I got this, Pop, all right?” he made clear, sounding like the tough guy he knew he wasn’t. “I got this!”

  And Paulo was laughing again, he and Vito, and it was all good to them. But Reno and Nell were clutching each other. Both were afraid that this was only the beginning of a hellish night.

  Nell was a smart girl. She understood what Reno was doing. But that didn’t stop her from hating what he was doing, and from hating Reno for putting her in this position, and hating herself for allowing him to put her in this position. Her only hope was that the old man and his partner would leave, and let them do their thing. Then she was certain Reno would let her go, and she would get as far away from this place and time as her small feet could carry her.

  The worse part about this moment was that it was Reno brutalizing her. She didn’t want to have this kind of memory of Reno. When he first came to Crane they hit it off right away, and he immediately started favoring her above all of the other waitresses that wanted him in their panties. But it was all a game for her. She wasn’t about to go all the way with him. Her first time was going to be romantic and sweet and with a man committed to her. Now it was already over. Reno Gabrini, a man she knew was just visiting Crane, had busted her maidenhood wide open. And his father, that sick Paulo Gabrini, was cheering him on.