Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) by Mallory Monroe

at Reno.   Reno touched her arm.  
    “If I
would not have applied for that job at the PaLargio before I met you, and got
hired, we may have never---”
    Reno
pulled her into his big arms.   “Yeah,
well, God took care of that, didn’t he?”
    “And
how,” Trina said, smiled, and Reno kissed her.  
    But
he understood exactly how she felt.

 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    CHAPTER SIX

 
    The
speeding Porsche stopped at the curb in front of Champagne’s clothing store,
and Reno, always in a hurry, got out and hurried in.   Liz Mertan, one of the co-owners of the
store, along with Trina, was standing behind the checkout counter opening a
stack of lingerie boxes.   A handful of
customers were also in the shop.
    Liz
rolled her eyes when she saw him approaching, but then she smiled.   “Well hello there, Reno,” she said as he made
his way toward the counter.   She didn’t
care for him, and the feeling was mutual.
    “How
are you?” he responded.
    “I’m
fab, thank-you very much.”
    “My
wife around?”
    “That’s
you, Reno.   Short and to the point.”
    “Trina
around?”
    “Yes,
she’s around.   She’s upstairs in her
office.”
    “Alone?”
    “Not
alone.   She’s meeting with two business
associates about reopening Halperin House.   I’m not sure if she mentioned it to you?”
    “Yeah,
she mentioned it,” Reno said with a sudden edge in his voice as he headed for
the side stairs.
    Liz,
surprised, leaned over the counter.   “You
don’t have to go up there.   She’ll be
down shortly!”
    But
Reno wasn’t about to wait for her to come down.   He headed up instead.   He made it
clear to her that teaming up with those gold diggers to reopen some shelter
they probably ran in the ground anyway was off the table.   Trina was a strong-willed woman and stubborn
when she wanted to be, but she knew when his no meant no.   And at that prior meeting, he made clear, it
was a no.
    He
walked onto the second floor landing and headed for the backside office.   The door was open and he could see those same
two moochers sitting in front of the desk.   Trina was sitting behind the desk.   She wore the glasses she only wore for reading and she looked, to Reno,
as studious as she looked beautiful.   If
he didn’t love her so much he wouldn’t care if she hitched her wagon to a dozen
different causes.   But he loved her.   Deeply.   She wasn’t hitching her wagon to anything more.
    Trina
sensed him before she saw him.   She
looked up, toward her office door, and there he was.   She would have smiled, but she could already
tell he was not in that kind of mood.
    “I
didn’t expect to see you this morning,” she said to him.
    “That’s
obvious,” he said to her as he walked into the office.   Maurice and Gennifer looked at him as if they
were looking at Killjoy himself.
    But
Reno wasn’t thinking about them.   He was
staring at Tree.   “What do you think
you’re doing?” he asked as he approached her desk.
    “I’m
having a meeting.”
    Reno
continued to look at her.   He stood
beside her desk.   “I thought I told you
to let this go.”
    “I am
letting it go.   I’ve already told them I
won’t be able to participate.   At least
not right now.”
    Reno
exhaled.   “Then why a meeting?”
    “To
tell them.   I just told them.”   Then she stood up.   “As I said,” she said to the twosome, “the
timing just isn’t right.   Not right
now.   But thank-you for discussing it
with me.”
    Reno
looked at the twosome as they stood to their feet.   Neither one of them were ready to throw in
the towel.   Especially Maurice, Reno
noticed.   And he was right.
    “You
simply must reconsider, Mrs. Gabrini,” Maurice said.   “You said yourself this is a worthy undertaking.”
    “And
it is.”
    “We’ll
run the day-to-day.   You will not be
needed for any reason.”
    “Beyond
her money you mean?” Reno asked.
    Trina
gave Reno one of her stay out of this looks.   Then