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Then, when they both had calmed back down, Reno lifted her head up so that they would be face to face. “I never wanna leave you, Tree. You know I don’t. But Moose is still out there. Ready to do you or my children irreparable harm. I have to finish the job, Tree. Lydia said Moose knows I was the one who took out his family. She said he was coming for me. That’s why I have to go get him. I have to finish the job, Tree.”

Trina nodded. “I know you have to finish it, Reno.”

That response surprised him. He stared at her.

“I know you have to do it to him before he does it to you. But all I’m begging you,” Trina continued, “is that you don’t become them. I married you because you had lines you wouldn’t cross. Because you only went for them when they came for you and you kept it between the mobsters. You can’t be Young Reno again. You can’t think like he was thinking. You can’t wipe out children, too, because they might one day grow up and seek revenge. Other enemies of your father already did that and they’ll continue to do that. Are you going to wipe out everybody? It’s not possible. That’s why you can’t become them. Because if you do,” Trina said, “you won’t have to worry about leaving me.” She looked him dead in his eyes. “I’ll leave you.”

Reno suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach at the mere possibility of Trina leaving him for good. But the fact that she hadn’t left already, and that she seemed open to giving him another chance at being the Reno she knew and loved, was everything to him.

“Promise me you won’t be that Reno ever again,” Trina said. “Promise me you won’t be like him or like them.”

Reno was rubbing her hair and nodding his head. “I promise, Tree. I promise.”

That sincere look in Reno’s eyes was what Trina was looking for, and she finally managed to exhale. Reno was back to her. She felt it in her bones.

Reno felt it too. Their connection, a connection nobody seemed to understand just how deep it ran, was back. And their love, that had never left, was heightened. So much so that Reno looked down at Trina’s lips that he was already missing, and then he kissed her.

And that one kiss, and that one look, was all it took.

Because Trina returned his kiss with fire of her own. They needed that kind of reconnection too.

That was why he was removing her shorts and t-shirt, and she was removing his own shorts, and they became entangled flesh to flesh.

Reno kissed her all over, and fingered her, and mouthed her, and ultimately entered her.

And as soon as he did, her entire body began pulsating from the sensations of his penetration. She just knew it was going to be a quickie by the intensity of the feelings alone. But then they held onto each other and fell into a groove. The sensations were still there, but the urgency wasn’t. They took their time.

They made love-lasting, stress-relieving love. Because it wasn’t about sex. Trina and Reno were captors of the feelings they felt for each other. They went from a near-collapsed marriage, to a oneness again. And the powerfulness of that turnaround fed their lovemaking. And then their passion took over.

So much so that every feeling they felt landed differently. Every single touch, stroke, gyration felt earth-shattering and electrifying. Until their slow-drag of a romantic coupling began to pick up steam. Until they began to move faster and then furiously fast. The urgency returned. The need to cum consumed them. They were nearly off of the bed from the pounding.

When they finally came, it was a one-two punch. Trina first, and then Reno could hold back no longer and came right behind her with a pouring that saturated them both.

And then they just laid there. They were breathing heavily as sweat beads caused their naked bodies to sparkle. They could barely move.

But Reno held onto Trina as if she was more precious than a trillion dollars. As if she was all he ever wanted from this life. He remained inside of her as they continued to remain where they were, holding onto each other.

It didn’t take long for that sense of don’t let it end, we can’t let it end overtake them again.

And within minutes he was moving inside of her again.

She was arching to the power of his penetration again.

They were cumming again.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Tommy and Grace and Sal and Gemma, along with Jimmy and Dominic sat around the dining table eating lunch prepared by Grace. Sal was on the phone with his father, who was under heavy guard in Rome, and Dom was just getting off of the phone with his grandparents, Trina’s parents, who were under heavy guard in Florida. The decision was made that moving any of them was too risky and that they would, instead, shelter in place.

As for Reno and Trina, nobody had heard from them since earlier that morning. All they knew was that they were still upstairs. All they knew was that they had had their conversation. What happened after that? Nobody knew.

As they sat around that table eating like people who were going through the motions rather than enjoying a meal, they were all so exhausted that they just wanted to get back to normal.

Especially Gemma, who had to be back in court later that afternoon. And Sal didn’t like it. “My guys said you’ve got damn-near five other attorneys working that case with you. Why can’t they handle the trial this afternoon?”

“Because I’m the lead, Sal. I gave the opening argument. The jury bonded with me. They expect me to be there for the duration of the trial.”

“What do they care who’s there or not? You’re just a bunch of suits at a table as far as that jury’s concerned.”