Reno and Trina: In the Shadows of Love, Book 12 Read Online Free

terms today.   They thought it was a done deal.”
    “They
thought wrong,” Reno responded, pulling his shirtsleeves beyond his coat
sleeve.   “It’s not done until I sign it,
and I’m not signing that until it’s changed.   Change it to one week only.”
    “Dad,” Jimmy
asked, “who’s in the P suite?”
    Reno began
to walk from behind his desk.   His
assistant looked at another assistant and they both began to panic.   “But, sir,” one of them said to Reno, who
ignored her.   She looked at Quinn for
help.
    Quinn looked
at her boss as he approached her.   “I
don’t think the kid will agree to sign a one-week-only, Reno,” she said.   “He sold lots of records.   He fully expects a term-of-show contract.”
    “I don’t
give a fuck what he expects,” Reno responded with a frown on his face.   “He’s not running this, I’m running
this.   And I don’t care how many records
he sold.   I never heard of him before and
neither did anybody I asked.   He gets one
week to prove himself.   If he’s good and
the tickets are selling like hotcakes, we’ll extend the terms.   If he’s as good as he claims to be, he
shouldn’t worry about it.   But I’m not
putting the PaLargio on the hook for a term-of-show until I see what kind of
fan base the kid really has.   One week
only.”
    Quinn, too,
knew when arguing with Reno Gabrini was futile.   “Yes, sir,” she said, as Reno walked past her out of the office and she
and Jimmy followed behind him.   She
looked back, at the assistants, and shrugged her shoulder.   Nothing she could do about it.   But that didn’t ease the anguish on their
faces.   They were the ones who had to
break the news to the obnoxious pop star.
    Outside of
the office, Jimmy hurried up beside his father.   “So who is it?” he asked.   “Who’s
so big that you would put him up in the best suite in the entire hotel?”
    “Mick
Sinatra.”
    “But who’s
that?   I never heard of any Mick
Sinatra!”
    “He’s Sal
and Tommy’s uncle on their mother’s side.”
    Jimmy
frowned.   “But their mother’s dead.   And when she was alive she hated them.   They wouldn’t even let Uncle Sal attend her
funeral.   Why would you want to cater to
her brother?”
    “Because I
attended the funeral,” Reno said as they made their way to his private
elevator.   “I couldn’t stand Sprig
either, but Sal wanted somebody from the family to go.   Your Uncle Tommy wasn’t about to do it, you
know how stubborn Tommy can be.   So it
fell on me.   For Sal, I went to their
mother’s funeral.   That’s where I met
Sinatra.”   He swiped his keycard at the
elevator, the doors opened, and he, Quinn, and Jimmy walked on.
    “But that
still doesn’t answer my question,” Jimmy said as the elevator doors closed them
in.   “What entitles him to the P
suite?”   It was obvious to Jimmy that his
father was holding something back.
    “Well,
Pop?   What gives?”
    “Nothing
gives,” Reno responded.   “He’s family.”
    Jimmy
frowned.   “How is he family?”
    “He’s Sal’s
uncle on his mother’s die.   That makes
him your uncle.”
    “Pop, Sal
isn’t even my uncle.   He would have to be
your brother or Ma’s brother to be my uncle.”
    “But you
call him uncle.”
    “Because
y’all act like brothers.   That’s
different.   And besides, if this Mick
Sinatra is on Sal’s mother’s side of the family, he’s no blood relative of
ours.”
    “But he’s
family, all right?   He’s your uncle, four
times removed, or your cousin five times removed, or however it goes.   He’s Sal’s mother’s brother.   Sal’s uncle.   So whatever that makes him to you, that’s what he is.”
    Jimmy looked
at a smiling Quinn and shook his head.   “You have street smarts and that savvy business sense in spades, Pop,”
he said to his father.   “But book
smarts?”
    “That ain’t
me,” Reno said.
    “That ain’t
you,” Jimmy agreed.   But then