Free Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini by Mallory Monroe Page A

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    “You can always build,” Sully said to Reno,
ignoring Blossom.
    Both Reno and Trina looked at him.    “Build?” Trina asked.
    “It’s an option,” Sully said.   “We have good land around here.   Good locations.   Just not great looking
homes.   At least not of the few
that’s on the market right now.”
    “Well, now, that’s a possibility,” Reno said,
thinking about it.
    “You can rent this place for now,” Sully
started, but Blossom interrupted him.  
    “Rent it?” she asked.   “It’s not for rent, Sully.   The Hamiltons want to sell this thing.”
    “They can be persuaded to rent for a year,” he
said to his employee.   And
then turned back to Reno.   “Provided you pay the rent in full for that year.”
    “No problem,” Reno said.   “And you think they’ll go for it?”
    “I’m certain they will.”
    Reno smiled.   He liked Sully already.   He looked
at Trina.   Sully did also.   “So what you think, Tree?   Think renting is a good idea?”
    Trina had to think about that.   Sully stared at her as she did.   She was a nice looking woman, all right, from
her big hazel eyes to her smooth brown skin to that curvaceous body of
hers.   But there was something more about
her, too, something clean and vibrant.   Something that, just seeing her, made Sully smile.   Gabrini managed to wrangle himself a prize
here.   Sully saw it right off.  
    “I would have preferred something a little
more stable than renting for a year,” Trina admitted.   “But if you aren’t sold on the place.”
    “For you?” Reno asked.   “Not a chance.”
    “Then, yeah, renting is okay with me.”   Then she looked at Sully.   Sully’s breath caught when she looked those
big hazel eyes his way.   “Can you get the
owners to include an option to buy with the rental?   In case we fall in love with the place?”
    To fall in
love , Sully thought.   Now that was what he longed for all of his
life, but so far with zero success.   “Yes,” he said.   “I’m sure I could
get that for you, Mrs. Gabrini.”
    “Call me Trina, please.   Then okay,” she said to Reno.   “I’m in.”
    Reno extended his hand.   “You have a deal, Sully.”
    “Good,” Sully said, shaking Reno’s hand.
    “Well,” Blossom said, a little confused.   She’d never heard of a home for sale suddenly
becoming rental property.   At least not when they were so close to sealing the deal.   “I guess you still would like to see inside?”
she asked the Gabrinis.
    “Sure,” Reno said as he and Trina followed
Blossom inside.   Sully followed the
threesome, his eyes on Trina’s ass as he brought up the rear.  
    And as they moved to enter the property, Trina
glanced back at him, feeling the heat of his stare.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
    CHAPTER FIVE

 
    “Don’t even try it, Darla,” Nell said as she
sat behind her desk in her small office and listened to one of her waitresses
request to go home sick.   Armondo, the Hispanic
chef, was seated in front of her desk.   They had been drinking coffee together and talking about the menu before
this interruption.
    “But I’m not feeling well,” Darla said.
    Nell sat down her cup of coffee.   “Sheila’s off today.   Mandy’s at a doctor’s
appointment.   We don’t have
anybody else.   You have to stay, Darla.”
    “But I’m not faking, Nell.   I feel awful.”
    Nell ran her hand through her soft, short
hair.   Sometimes she hated her job.   “All right leave,” she said with great
frustration.   “I guess I can work the
tables today.”
    Darla suddenly smiled like a new woman, her
blue eyes popping with glee.   “Thanks,
Nellie,” she said and burst out of the office, almost running into Barkley, the
bartender.
    “You let those waitresses get away with
murder,” Mondo said.
    “What’s her problem?” Barkley asked.   “Why’s she so happy?”
    “Nell