Free Reno Gabrini: For His Lover (The Mob Boss Series Book 14) by Mallory Monroe Page A

details.”
    “A lot, Reno,” Trina said.   “But how is it possible?”
    “Hell if I know,” Reno said again.   Then, when they arrived at Trina’s car, he
looked at Dommi.   “Did you tell somebody
at your school about that incident?” he asked him.
    “No, sir.”   When his
parents looked at him doubtfully, Dommi became even more animated.   “I swear!   Do I look like I have stupid on my forehead?”
    “You’re going to have dead on your forehead,” Reno replied,
“if you don’t watch your mouth!”
    “But how did they know?” Trina asked.   She was still vexed.   “Every one of those crooks who pulled that
stunt died that day.”
    “Apparently not,” Reno said, looking vexed too.
    Trina exhaled.   So did
Reno.   “I don’t like it, Tree.   I don’t like it one bit.”  
    She grabbed him by his chin and kissed him on his lips.   “I’ve got to go,” she said.   “Is Dom going to work with me, or with you?”
    “With you, Mommy,” Dom said, leaning against Trina.   He knew he could have the run of his mother’s
place of work far better than his father’s.
    But Reno knew it too.   “Me,” he said.   Then he looked at
his manipulative son.   “Get your ass back
over here.”   Dommi reluctantly moved back
over.
    But Trina could still see the worry in Reno’s eyes.   “Stop worrying so much, Reno,” she said.   “Just look into it.   Maybe you’ll have a better read on who would
have reported something like this in a few days.”
    “Yeah, maybe.”
    “I’ll be safe.”
    “Yeah, maybe,” Reno said to her.   “I’ll put an extra man on your detail.”
    “Can I go with you, Mommy, when you go to New York?” Dommi
asked.
    “That’s not for another couple months,” Trina said.
    “But I want to go.   I
know we’ll have to make the arrangements.”
    Reno smiled.   That boy.
    “I would love to take you,” Trina said to her son, “but I
can’t.   When I go to New York, I’m going
to work, baby, not to play.”
    Dommi looked sad.   “I
don’t want you to go at all,” he said.
    Trina’s heart melted.   “Ah, sweetie,” she said, moved away from her car, and surprisingly given
her size, lifted him up and into her arms.  
    Across the street, in the diner parking lot, Zell was still
watching through her binoculars.   She saw
Trina as she hugged Dommi and then sat him back on his feet.   She saw Reno kiss Trina, and then she saw
Trina get into her Mercedes, the top down, and drive away.   Reno put back on his shades as he and his son
got into his Porsche, and drove away too.
    Andre didn’t have to have binoculars to see what was
happening.   He was crestfallen. “It
didn’t work,” he said.   “Gabrini’s son is
with him.   It didn’t work, Zell!”   He looked at Zell. “I told you your old man
didn’t know what he was talking about!   Now what are we supposed to do?”
    Zell was surprised too, but she wasn’t crestfallen like her
baby brother.   She was made of stronger
stuff than that.   “Let’s get out of
here,” she said.   “We’ll call Father.”
    “Not him again!”
    “Yes, him again!” Zell responded.   “He’s all we have, isn’t he?”   She settled back down.   She didn’t mean to let her desperation show,
nor her unquenchable need to take down Reno Gabrini as if his fall was on par
with her air to breathe.   “Just go,” she
said disgustedly, and shook her head.   Gabrini won this round.   But she
knew her father.   This shit was far from
over.  
     

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER EIGHT

 
    Two weeks later and Val glanced at her watch again as they
sat in the restaurant.   They were waiting
for Reno.   Jimmy was preoccupied,
fielding calls from his office, and Trina, sitting across from them, was
preoccupied too: she had Madison, Jimmy and Val’s beautiful baby girl, on her
lap.   But Trina wasn’t so distracted that
she couldn’t see Val glance at her watch less than twenty