Page 7 of Sal Gabrini: Man on Fire

“Oh, Sal, what are you talking about? You’re no embarrassment to me!”

“Oh yeh I am. Let’s face it. I shouldn’t have come like you said. But I had to come and see. . .” He couldn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t let her know just how needy for her he truly was.

“You had to come and see what?” she asked him.

But then his cell phone began ringing, and by the tone of the ring it was urgent.

Gemma rolled her eyes. Their relationship was kind of struggling lately, and both of their hectic schedules had a lot to do with it.

But Sal had to answer that call. “Yeah, Robby, what’s up?”

“We got another one, Boss,” Robby said over the phone. “We just tracked him down.”

“Who this time?”

“Big Graft of all people.”

Sal dropped his phone to his side. “Damn!” he said to no one in particular. Graft was one of his oldest capos. How could Graft turn on him too? Then he placed the phone back to his ear. “You caught him?”

“We caught him.”

“Where did he run to?”

“Chicago. Like we couldn’t find his fat ass in Chicago. We got him at the Logan Street safe house. But you gotta come quick, Boss. We’ve tried everything we can try, we got him on the ropes, but he’s not breaking.”

Sal looked at Gemma. That wasn’t going to help anything either. “Okay, I’ll be there,” he said, and ended the call.

“Where?” was all Gemma asked because she knew the routine too well.

“Chicago,” said Sal.

Gemma rubbed her forehead. Lucky didn’t see him as much as she would like, and she didn’t either, but she couldn’t complain. She knew what she was getting into when she married him. And compared to all the other husbands in the family, who could be neglectful as hell, Sal did all he could to be there for them. “When are you leaving?”

“I need to head to the airport now.”

That surprised her. “But you just got back in town, Sal!”

“I know.”

“And you look exhausted.”

Sal nodded. “I know.”

Gemma ran her hand through his hair and then gave him a hard, long kiss. A kiss that caused him to wrap his arms around her despite the fact that his security detail and her security detail were looking at their every interaction. But he couldn’t help it. He needed Gem.

“I’ll handle my business and come right back,” said Sal. “I should be back in a couple days tops.”

“But if you can’t make it, you can’t make it,” warned Gemma. “Don’t risk your safety just to keep your word.”

Sal smiled. Gemma was the only person that worried about him on that level. “I won’t,” he said.

But when they began kissing again, it became so passionate that Sal couldn’t hardly control his moaning for her. And when they stopped kissing because they were in a public square and couldn’t overdo it, they leaned against each other’s foreheads. And then Gemma looked at Sal. “Get in the car,” she ordered him.

Sal knew exactly what that order meant and he was thrilled she gave it. And instead of going to his Bugatti, which was parked right next to Gemma’s Bentley, he walked around to the passenger side and got into her car. When Gemma got in on the driver’s side, she pressed the button that turned on the engine, the ac, and that also turned every one of her windows to black, including her windshield, so that they could still see out, but no one, in the sunlight, could see in.

Gemma leaned her back against the driver’s door, removed her panties, and Sal, dropping his pants and underwear to his knees, crawled over to Gemma, kissed her passionately again as he fingered her, and then lifted her blouse and bra and began sucking her breasts the way he did every time they made love.

And then he moved further down and ate her vigorously. Gemma was moaning and groaning and lifting her legs up and down and moving his head up and down as he did her. She almost came right then and there.

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