Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) by Mallory Monroe Page B

be.”
    Gennifer
grabbed Maurice by the elbow, to pull him back, but he jerked away from
her.   “You said it was something you
would love to back,” he continued to rant.   “You said it was the best idea you’d heard in years and you would love
to back it!”
    Trina
frowned.   “Yes, I said all of that.   So?”
    “So?”
Maurice asked as if the word itself was insulting.   “Are you kidding me?   We were relying on that money!”
    “Then
that’s your problem,” Trina fired back.   “I didn’t tell you to rely on anything.”
    “But
you were in favor of it!”
    “I’m
still in favor of it!   But my husband and
I have decided that I’m not participating in it.   So what I don’t understand is why are we
still discussing this?”
    “Liz
claimed you had so much integrity,” Maurice said like the desperate man he
appeared to be.  
    Reno
was staring at him.  
    “She
said you were a woman of your word,” Maurice continued.   “She said we could count on you to come
through for us every time.   But she
lied.   She lied through her teeth!   You’re no woman of your word.   That’s absurd now!”
    Trina
moved in front of Reno.   “If you know
what’s good for you,” she warned him, “you’d better get your ass out of my
office and get out now.”
    Maurice
wanted to continue his tirade, but he looked over at Reno.   And that cold stare chilled him to his
bones.   He finally allowed Gennifer to
grab him, and get him out of there.
    When
they left, Trina turned to Reno.   She
could hold her own with anyone, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed
confrontations.   He pulled her into his
arms.   But his eyes were wide open.   Because he was staring at the blur, at the
contrail left by that foolish little man.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    CHAPTER SEVEN

 
    He
slid his dick into her with a slow, loving, sensual glide.   But she just laid there.   She used to respond with a start, or with a
smile that was so sexy it almost broke Jimmy’s will.   But not anymore.   Now she was just lying there, as if he’d just
withdrawn rather than moved in, and it broke Jimmy’s heart.  
    But
he kept doing her.   He kept it slow and
beautiful just for her.   It wasn’t his
style.   He liked it hard and fast, and
Val used to like it that way too.   But
now, he realized, as he began fucking her, that she didn’t like it at all.   Either way.  
    He
stared at her as he fucked her.   He began
grunting as the feelings began to intensify within him.   But he had no partner in Val.   She wasn’t talking to him.   She wasn’t sighing or arching or doing shit
like she used to do.   She continued to
lay there, her head turned to the side, her beautiful eyes closed.   And her action, or lack of action, caused
Jimmy to feel burdened down with guilt.   He felt guilty making love to his own wife.  
    But
he couldn’t stop.   It had been over three
months now and he had to have it tonight.   She said he could have some, and he was getting some.   And the way it felt to him, as he rubbed
along her ridges, made him certain he had to continue.
    And
he did.   It felt too good.   He laid down, on top of her, and continued to
pump into her and pump into her.   He
began sweating he was pumping so hard.   And soon his will power broke.   His tempo began increasing because that was the only way his young dick
knew how to get satisfied.   The slow way
wasn’t working for Val.   So he decided to
do it his way.   Hard and fast.  
    He
began thrashing into her.   He wanted to
feel that feeling again and he wanted to feel it now.   To hell with being the understanding
husband.   To hell with being
longsuffering and giving her room and being turned down over and over and over
again.   He felt he needed her pussy
tonight like he needed air to breathe, and he was getting it.   She had agreed.   She had told him to just do it and get it
over with.   And although