Sal Gabrini 4: I'll Take You There (The Gabrini Men Series Book 7) Read Online Free

woman
came into my office and told me to leave you alone.”
    “What
woman?   What the fuck is her name?”
    “She
didn’t leave a name.”
    “Describe
her.”
    Gemma
didn’t see the point.   “It’s done, Sal.”
    “Describe
that bitch and describe her now!”
    Gemma
looked at Trina.   “He wants a
description.”
    “Put
him on Speaker,” Trina said.
    Gemma
did.
    “Straggly-haired,
ugly-ass blonde,” Trina said.   “Medium
height, bull tattoo on her forearm, and a rose on the back of her hand.   Biker-looking chick.   Mean as a junkyard dog.   Your type once upon a time, Sal.”
    Sal
didn’t appreciate the snide remark, but it was true, once upon a time.   “What happened?   What was all of that commotion about?   What did she do?”
    “Other
than slap the shit out of Gemma?   Nothing.   Her ass is gone now.”
    “She
slapped her?” Sal asked.   “She slapped
you, Gem?”
    Gemma
found it all so juvenile.   “Yes.”
    “And
what did you do?”
    Gemma
frowned.   “What do you mean what did I
do?”
    “Just
what I said, got dammit!   What the fuck did you do?”
    “I
didn’t have time to do anything!   Trina
grabbed her and slung her off of my desk.”
    Sal
exhaled.   “Good.   Thanks Tree.   And she’s gone now?”
    Gemma
was already exasperated.   “Yes, Sal,
she’s gone.”
    “Good.   But next time, Gemma, it better be you doing
the slinging.   Any woman put a hand on
you, you’d better kick her ass.”
    That
angered Gemma.   “Yeah, right.   I’m only a thirty-year old attorney with her
entire career on the line.   Of course
I’ll kick her ass.   Of course I’ll roll
in the dirt with her.   I may get
disbarred.   I may lose my
livelihood.   But I’ll roll in the dirt
with her any day of the week.”
    “What
are you getting all flip with me for?” Sal asked.   “What are you telling me?   You won’t roll?   She can slap your ass around like a got damn piñata and you’ll sit back and
let her?”
    “No!   No, I’ll roll.   I’ll fight back.   I’m just saying.”
    “Stop
saying!” Sal admonished her.   “Bitch hit
you, you’d better hit her back.   Attorney
or no attorney.   Thirty or fifty.   You’d better hit back.”
    Gemma
exhaled.  
    “You
hear me, Gemma?”
    “Yes,
Sal, I hear you.”
    “I
know you don’t like it, but it is what it is.   Welcome to my world, baby.”
    And
it didn’t sound like a welcome at all to Gemma.   It sounded like a warning.
    “Anyway,”
she said, still upset by the display, “I’d better get back to work.”   She didn’t want to continue this
conversation.   She had just been slapped
by a woman, and she got away before she could get her claws into her.   That was stressful enough.
    But
after they hung up, Sal was still concerned.   No marriage announcement had been made, but already somebody was
harassing Gemma.   Why all of a sudden?   And if that description was of the woman he
thought it was, why her?   She was just a
jump-off hoe, and she knew it.   Why this
sudden Fatal Attraction shit?
    He
pressed the intercom button on the arm of his chair.   “Change in flight plans, Bobby,” he said to
his pilot.
    “A
change, sir?”
    “Yes.   Take me to Vegas.   We’re going to Vegas.”
    “Vegas
it is,” the pilot said, and proceeded to notify Air Traffic Control of the
change.

 
 

 
 
    CHAPTER THREE

 
    It
was almost eleven at night when the cab drove up to the small, suburban house.   Sal got out and buttoned his suit coat.   “Wait here,” he ordered.   The cabdriver, knowing the meter was running,
gladly obliged.
    Sal
walked up to the door of the frame-styled house and rang the bell.   He was tired and didn’t have time for this
shit, but he’d learned long ago, from his cousin Reno no less, to leave no
stone unturned.   Fucker fuck with you,
you’d better fuck’em back.
    After
several more rings, the door was finally unlocked and