Sal Gabrini: His House of Cards by Mallory Monroe Page A

imagine.   But it wasn’t happening in mine.   And I’ll be damned if I allow anybody to make
that claim and get away with it.   So go
right ahead with your lawsuit.   Hit me
with your best shot.   And then I’ll hit
you lying motherfuckers with mine.”
    Sal stared
at them a moment longer, and then he left.
    The room
fell eerily silent as the reality of who they had the gall to try and swindle
crashed upon them.   A whisper would have
been too loud.

 
    Early that
next morning, Gemma, in one of Sal’s big shirts, was studying case law in bed
with her back against the headboard, when her cell phone buzzed.   After finishing a paragraph, she picked up
her phone and swiped it.   It was breaking
news.   Since news had been breaking all
last evening thanks to a hostage situation at a house in Spring Valley, she
almost didn’t bother to read it.   But
when she read the headline, and then the ensuing story, her heart soared with
joy.   She dropped her phone on the bed,
and hurried to the bathroom.   Sal was in
the shower.
    “Sal!” she
yelled as she threw open the shower stall door.
    Sal had soap
on his hands and was just about to lather his face.   “What’s wrong?” he asked her.
    “They
dropped their lawsuit,” Gemma said.   “All
five accusers have dropped their lawsuit, Sal!”
    Sal
confidently nodded his head.   “About damn
time,” he said.
    Gemma was still
happy, but somehow his response was too muted.   She looked at him askance.   “You
knew this was coming,” she said.    “Didn’t you?”
    “I wasn’t
sure,” Sal said.
    “What did
you do, Sal?”
    “I didn’t do anything!   Did I show them the error of their ways?   Hell yeah I showed them.   And I guess they agreed.”
    Gemma
nodded. “Oh, did they.   They even
resigned.   All five of them.   They resigned, Sal.   We could not have hoped for a better
outcome.”
    “Yeah, but
they still smeared our name.   Their asses
still tried to fuck me up.   But you’re
right,” he said with a smile.   “It’s over
now.”
    Gemma smiled
too. “Yes, it is,” she said.   “I’m just
amazed at how quickly it happened.”
    “Yeah,
well,” Sal said as he looked down at the open front of the shirt she wore,
“truth has a way of rising to the top.”   He thought about what was beneath that shirt, namely nothing, and his
penis suddenly came to life.   “Truth
always wins out.”
    “Now that’s
the truth,” Gemma said, grinning, and was about to turn away.   But Sal grabbed her arm.
    “What are
you doing?” she asked as Sal pulled her into the shower with him.
    “Sal!” she
cried.   “What about my shirt?”
    “It’s my
shirt,” Sal said with a grin, “and you won’t need it.”   He pulled it over her head and tossed it onto
the bathroom floor.   Then he began
kissing her, and then her breasts.   And
then he began pulling her naked form against his rock hard penis as his fingers
massaged her pussy.
    Gemma moved
down, forcing his fingers out of her and her breast to slide from his tongue,
until she was knelt down in front of him.   She placed his penis into her mouth and began to give him the kind of
head he craved.   He let out an
invigorating sigh, and leaned his head back in ecstasy.   And she sucked and licked and took him all
the way in.   He was trembling as she did
him.
    She was so
expert that he had to stop her before he came in her mouth.  
    He pulled
her back up, guided his fully aroused cock to the tip of her vagina, and then
pushed it in.   And his rod began
pleasuring both of them.
    He fucked her
long and hard.   He couldn’t stop fucking
her.   He was so into her body, and so
into the way she made him feel, that it was only as they both began to climax
did he realized he had not even closed the shower door.

 
 
 
 

CHAPTER NINE

 
    “It’s going
to be guilty, ladies,” Attorney Mark Price proclaimed.   “I saw those jurors’ faces.   They couldn’t wait to get