Free Reno Gabrini: A Family Affair by Mallory Monroe Page B

alright.
    “You can eat it,” she suggested, “if you’re afraid
to fuck it.”
      He was
already in trouble.   He was already skating
on thin ice with everybody.   Hell, he was
about to steal two hundred grand from his own father because he was being
blackmailed for his messed up behavior!   What difference would a quick fuck make?   What difference would a little taste make?
    Quinn smiled her best reptilian smile.   He went for it, as she knew he would.   He went to her, got down on his knees, and
was about to lick his ass off.   But he
smelled it.   And it was foul.   It was nothing like that fresh smell he had
grown accustomed to with Val.   And then
he thought about Val.   And their precious
baby.   And here he was about to betray
them both and throw his vows, his loyalty, his devotion to his family straight
into the ocean.   And for what?   A fuck with Quinn Chan?   A fuck with a woman he could hardly
stand?   And she was stank on top of
it?   He got off his knees.
    “No thanks,” he said.   “Now beat it.”
    Quinn was stunned by his reaction.   “What?” she asked.   “No?   Are you dumb?   No other man has
ever turned me down!”
    “My father did, I’ll bet you that.”
    He didn’t, because Quinn never had the nerve to go
there with Reno, but that was for her to know.   “Ha,” she said as she pulled back up her panties.   “That’s what you think.”
    Jimmy stared at her when she said that.   He knew his father had a reputation around
Vegas as a ladies man, but he knew him too well. He would never cheat on Trina
with a woman who worked at the PaLargio.   Jimmy knew he would never hurt Trina that way.   He couldn’t say his father never cheated at
all.   There were too many rumors for him
to be that certain.   But he could say
without question that his father never cheated with Quinn.   “Quit lying,” he said to her.   “Just take your stank ass on out of my
father’s office.”
    “Yeah, whatever, Jimmy,” Quinn said as she began
walking out.   “There was a time you used
to like it.   You couldn’t get enough of
it, in fact.   Wonder how Reno would feel
if he found out?”
    “Same way he would feel if I told him what you just
said about him.   The cheating part?”
    Quinn stopped and looked at Jimmy.   “You wouldn’t.”
    “Oh, but I would.   He may be angry with me, but he’ll fire your ass.   So I think you need to cool it with the
telling.”
    Quinn knew it too.   She smiled.   “I was just playing
anyway.   Me with your father?   No way.   I don’t mess with men I work with.”
    “You don’t work with him, you work for him.   And everybody with half a brain knows you
sleep with anything moving.   Some of
which has already crawled up inside of you and died.   Just leave please.”
    Quinn was embarrassed.   She hated some jumpstart like Jimmy to best
her at anything.   But she had to stay
focused.   He was going to get his.   She smiled anyway, and left.
    When she was gone, Jimmy sighed relief.   But he knew Quinn.   He had to make sure.   He walked up to the door, and quickly opened
it.   Sure enough, Quinn was leaning
against it and trying to listen so hard that she nearly fell when the door
opened.   When she straightened up, Jimmy
watched her as she stood erect, got on the elevator, and left.
    When she was completely gone, he hurried back into
the office, closing the door behind him.   Then he hurried back to Beethoven, pressed the button behind the bust
for the wall to slide open, and then grabbed his loot-filled garbage bag and
left.   He still had an apartment inside
the PaLargio, the one his father gave to him before he got married.   He would make his way there.   He would put the money in a briefcase, and,
later in the day, call that number.   The
meeting would be set in broad daylight, in a place of his choosing.   He’d call his Uncle Sal and see if he could
“borrow” a couple of his men.   Unlike