Free Tommy Gabrini 3: Grace Under Fire (The Gabrini Men Series) by Mallory Monroe

Tommy said.  
    Then
he looked at Randy with such a chilling look that Randy’s heart began to
race.   “Touch her again,” Tommy said,
“and she’ll be the last woman you touch.   Go near her again and she’ll be the last human being you walk near.   Do I make myself clear?”
    Randy
swallowed hard.   “Yes,” he said.   “I get it.”
      “You don’t cop feels on her.   You don’t undress her with your eyes.   You stay away from her.   Understood?”
    “Yeah,
yeah, I get it.”
    But
Tommy could see the relief in his eyes.   He didn’t get a damn thing.   Tommy
therefore grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and rammed his head down into
the toilet.   The man was scrambling to
break free, but Tommy was too strong.
    “Now
do you understand?”
    “I
understand,” the man said in an underwater, gurgling voice.   “I understand!”
    Tommy
pulled his head back up.   The man, now on
his knees, gasped for air and wiped his toilet water drenched face with his
hand.
    Tommy
stood erect.   “Now get the fuck outta
here,” he ordered, and the man crawled, then stood up, then took off out of
there.
    Tommy
remained there, wiping his hands with his handkerchief, knowing that Grace
would call this an overreaction too.   But
he wasn’t about to allow her angst to stop him from doing his job.   A man touching his wife was the overreaction
in his book, and that man had to understand that he could go there if he wanted
to, but he was going to regret it.
    Sal
was tossing back another swig of wine when he saw Randy hurry back into the thick
of the crowd.   Then he saw Tommy
following shortly after.   He smiled
because he knew the man had been dealt with.
    But
later, as the evening wore on and the women returned from parlor, Sal began to
actually enjoy himself.   Because he kept
looking at Randy.   Because every time
Grace was within a few feet of him, the guy would take off in the opposite
direction.   Tommy had gotten to the poor
sod.   And Sal loved it.   “That’s what I’m talking about,” he said, and
drained more liquor.

 
    The
ride back in the limousine was a quiet one.   Grace was leaned against Tommy, half asleep, and Sal was sitting on the
seat across from them, completely asleep.   Tommy, the only one still fully awake, had his I-phone out and was
reviewing his numerous texts.  
    But
after they dropped Sal off at the Wingate, the luxury apartment complex that
Sal not only lived in but also owned, the limo took the scenic route home.   That was because Tommy, as soon as Sal was
out, had pressed down the private screen.   Preston, the chauffeur who had been with Tommy for years, knew exactly
what that meant.   He was to drive, and
continue driving, until the screen was pressed back up.
    “Get
on my lap,” Tommy said to his wife as he tossed his cell phone on the seat Sal
had vacated.
    Grace
smiled, waking up now, and straddled him, facing him, on his lap.   Then she wrapped her arms around his
neck.   “What you say we go dancing
tomorrow night?” she asked him.
    He
placed his arms around her waist and looked into her bright brown eyes.   “Can’t tomorrow,” he said, kissing her on her
naturally puckered lips.   “I’ve got to be
in Chicago tomorrow.   Remember?”
    “Is
that trip tomorrow?”
    Tommy
smiled.   “It is.”
    “I
think you’re out of town more than you’re in town, Tommy.”
    “Can’t
be helped.   Not yet.”
    “But
do you have to buy every business that’s a good deal?”
    “If I
expect to stay competitive, yes.   But I’m
not going to purchase any business.   I’m
going to assist with a security issue.   Meetings and more meetings.”
      “Like today,” Grace said.   “What was that meeting about?”
    “Some
fools are of the opinion that I would make a very good mayor of Seattle.”
    “Politics?”
Grace smiled, and then nodded. “You know I could see that, Tommy.”
    “Well
I’m glad you can, because I