MOB BOSS 6: THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI (Mob Boss Series) Read Online Free Page A

meet my plane?   Didn’t I
tell you the first thing I want to see when I hit Vegas soil again was your
face?   I told you to have your ass at
that airstrip, Trina!”
    She
missed the way he walked, the way he talked, his swag, but she wasn’t about to
back down.   “I had every intention of
meeting your plane,” she replied, equally perturbed.   “But am I a mind reader all of a sudden?   I didn’t know you were coming back this
early.   You didn’t call and tell me
anything about coming early.   If you
would have called me then I would have been there.”
    “I
did call you!” Reno roared.   “I called
you fifty fucking times!   But nobody knew
where your ass was.   Nobody knew!”  
    They
were now face to face, and Reno wasn’t backing down either.   “And when I get here,” he continued, “I find
you left an hour ago and didn’t tell anybody anything.   And your phone,” he added, pulling her cell
phone out of his pocket, “is sitting in your office as if you couldn’t get away
from here fast enough!” He threw the phone onto a nearby chair.   “How many times do I have to tell you this
shit ain’t funny, Tree?   You have me
worried sick when you pull this shit!”
    “First
of all, what am I pulling?” Trina asked.   Her face was as serious as his was angry.   “I went out to lunch, okay?   That’s all I did.   I don’t see where I have to tell my business to
every Joe Blow in this hotel every time I step out of the front door!   I’m not living that way, Reno, I told you I
wasn’t.”
    “And
I told you to let me know when you left these premises.   Me!   Not some stranger or some Joe Blow or whatever.   Me!   You could have phoned and told me where you were going.   You could have phoned and told me
something.   Then I wouldn’t be so fucking
angry with your ass!”
    He
caught himself.   He knew he had to settle
himself back down.
    “You should
have called me, Tree,” he said less combatively as he looked into her
eyes.   He was just beginning to become
aware of her presence.   He was just
beginning to smell her wonderfully familiar sweet scent, and see that glint he
loved in her big, expressive eyes.    Suddenly he realized how relieved he was to see her face again.   Suddenly he realized how relieved he was to
be with her again.   But he couldn’t show
his relief.   He had to make her
understand the danger she posed to herself by her lack of interest in her
safety.   He had to make her understand
that.
    “I
ask you again,” he said to her, moving closer into her personal space.   “Where the fuck were you?”
    Trina
knew how intimidating Reno could be.   She
knew how grown men would blink if Reno Gabrini got in their face the way he was
in hers.   But that was exactly why she
stood her ground.   “I went to lunch,” she
said.   “That’s where I was.   At lunch.”
    They
were now within an inch of each other and she, too, was now well aware of his
presence, of his masculinity.
    “Who
did you go to lunch with?” he asked her, his mouth moving closer to hers.
    Trina
felt his closeness and swallowed hard.   “Gem and Liz,” she said, looking at his mouth, and the way his lip
curled down in that Elvis drop along the tip.
    “Gem
and who?” Reno asked, his sky-blue eyes now staring at her mouth.   He didn’t mean to do it, but he licked his
lip.  
    Her
entire body tightened with lust when his tongue moved across those lips she was
now dying to feel on her mouth again.   “Liz,” she replied.   “Gemma and
Liz.   You know Liz.”
    “I
do?” Reno asked this as if their conversation was as inconsequential to him now
as the name she just mentioned.   He
placed his finger on her full, African lips and rubbed across them.
    “Yes,”
Trina said breathlessly.   “You know her.”
    And
that small breath that escaped from her mouth did it for Reno.   He placed his hands on either side of her
face and captured her mouth with his own.