Free Sal Gabrini 4: I'll Take You There (The Gabrini Men Series Book 7) by Mallory Monroe

contacted
Sal, and they arranged for Sal to pay this particular fool a visit and
rearrange his face.   Rip left the scene
after that.”
    “But
now he’s reappearing?”
    “Maybe.   I’ve been checking around.   Nobody’s seen Rip in years.   Nobody’s heard from Rip in years.   So I don’t know what the hell is going on.”
    Grace
shook her head.   “Sal has so much to deal
with,” she said.
    “And
it’s all his fault,” Tommy replied.   “He
had a lot of unsavory friends in his past.   Hell, so does Reno and I.   But Sal
won’t let them go.   He doesn’t believe in
throwing people away.”
    “Yeah,”
Gemma agreed, “but some people can be toxic in your life.”
    “That’s
what I’ve been trying to tell him.   But
does he listen to me?   They were his
friends before they messed up and got in trouble, so he figures it would be
wrong for him to drop them now.”
    “Even
though they messed up and got in trouble?”
    “That’s
why he feels he can’t dump them.   Because
they messed up and got in trouble.   It’s
a catch-22 with Sal.”
    “He’s
so loyal!” Grace said.
    “He’s
loyal to a fault.   I used to stay on his
case all the time about it.   Dump their
asses, Sal, I used to beg him.   They were
always in need, always asking for his help.   They’re the scum of the earth some of those guys.   But they’re his friends for life, and he
looks out for them.   And believe it or
not, they look out for him too.   But for
those of us who love him, like me and Reno and Tree and Jimmy Mack, it’s
maddening.”
    “But
it’s Sal.”
    Tommy
agreed.   “But it’s Sal, that’s
right.   But it’s my boy.”
    Grace
looked at him.   “Your boy?”
    Tommy
smiled.   “I mean my brother, geez.   What is wrong with me?”
    Grace
placed his hands on her stomach again.   “You can’t wait for your child to get here,” she said.   “That’s what’s wrong with you.”
    But
Tommy swallowed hard.   The idea that he
would soon be somebody’s father thrilled him beyond his wildest dreams, but it
terrified him beyond his worst nightmare too.   “Yeah,” he said.   “That must be
it.”

 
    Back
in Vegas, in Jimmy Mack Gabrini’s home, it sounded as if he was slapping his
wife.   They were just that loud.   But they were home, in the brand new house
his father purchased for them after they were married, and nobody was around to
tell them to stop the noise.  
    They
didn’t have to stop a damn thing.   And
Jimmy Mack Gabrini didn’t try.   Valerie
never dreamed a man could be so virile.   Every morning he had to have it.   If he wasn’t fucking her before she got out of bed, he was fucking her
in the shower or the tub or even in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast.   They were young, married, and in love, but it
was still a shock to her system.
    “Not
so hard, Jimmy!” she said to him yet again as he pounded her.
    “I
can’t help it!” he said in a breathless voice as he held her up, with her back
against the shower stall, and fucked her mercilessly.   Her legs were wrapped around his body, and he
held her by the hips, but his young dick would not relent.    He thrashed into her with a force that made
her love it and hate it.   Pain and
pleasure was how he gave it to her.   No
in between.   No middle ground.   Not because he could help it.   He was just so big that her insides were
inflamed every time he pushed further and further inside of her.   He was so big that the more he expanded, the
more she screamed out in pain.   But once
the initial spurt of pain was over, the feeling of great pleasure took over,
and made it all worth it.  
    And
after they came; after both of them felt the outpour and lost full control of
their muscle contractions, they fell against each other.   They were so sweaty and filled with cum that
they knew they would have to shower again.   Which they did.  
    And
then got out of the shower and began to dress for