Reno Gabrini: For His Lover (The Mob Boss Series Book 14) Read Online Free

was fucked up too!
    “When she found out her mother had died, she went to the
attorney that my man happens to know,” Paulo continued, “and presented her
papers.   The original copy.   He, naturally, took the copy into his
possession, since the original is the only document that could prevail as
legally binding in a court of law.”
    Paulo leaned forward.   “But this is where I come in.   I
got my consigliere to arrange a meeting with her and her attorney.   She has agreed to meet, Reno.”
    Reno knew what his father meant.   It was his chance to make sure she didn’t
make trouble for him.   “When?”
    “Tonight.   Now.   Because, unless you agree to her terms, she
has every intention of showing up here tonight, in front of all these cameras
and hot shots, and claim what belongs to her.   She still has that intention, but her attorney has advised her to at
least meet with you first.   To see if you
guys can cut a deal.”
    “What about this attorney of hers?” Reno asked.   “Is he legit, or in your pocket?”
    “He’s a close personal friend of my consigliere,” Paulo
said.   “What you think?”
    Reno nodded.   And
exhaled.   And agreed to the meeting.

 
    Three hours later, Reno thought he heard footsteps.   He anxiously stopped digging to listen, but
then he heard nothing.   He kept
digging.   His shirt was drenched in
sweat, his arms felt like lead, his heart felt as if it would pound out of his
chest.   But he stood in that hole and
kept tossing dirt.   Two feet deep.   Then three feet.   He gripped his shovel and kept on digging.   Four feet.   Five feet.   He’d never been this
anxious, this desperate, in his life.   It
was past midnight, he was alone in woods so dense he wondered if he’d ever be
able to find his way out again, but he kept on digging.   He was a strong young man.   He could dig all night if he had to.
    But he stopped at six feet.   He had to stop at some point.   He
lifted his body out, along with his shovel, and tossed the shovel aside.   He looked around.   Listened closely.   Nothing.   Just the sounds of silence.
    Certain the coast was clear, he hurried to the trunk of his
car, grabbed her body, and dragged it through the high weeds and thickets until
he was at the grave.   She was a small
woman, but she was dead weight, and it took all he had to drag her.
    Then he looked around again, his heart pounding.   Satisfied he was still alone, he heaved her
lifeless body into the grave.   He heaved
it as if he was heaving his own body into that grave.
    He stood there, breathing so heavily his shirt was rising and
falling with every breath, as her body ended in a curl that was almost a fetal
position.   As if she left this world the
same way she came in.   He hated that it
had come to this.   He wished it wouldn’t
have had to come to this.   Her mother was
a wonderful woman.   Reno knew her mother.   But this one here, the daughter, was a
bitch.   She was worse than her
brother.   Now she was out of the way.   Now nothing was standing in his way.   He hated that it had to turn out like this,
but she left him no choice.
    He stared at her body a little longer, crossed his chest,
said a prayer, and then grabbed the shovel and started covering her with the
dirt he had just moments before unearthed.   He covered her until she was six feet under.
    He stood there again, his heart filled with regret
again.   But it was done now.   He made the decision and had no choice but to
stick by it.   He grabbed the shovel,
walked back to his car, and tossed it into the trunk.   After closing the trunk, he got in his car
behind the wheel.   He was panting
now.   He was beyond exhausted now.   As he cranked up to leave, he knew pure
adrenalin would propel him forward.
    But before he left, he grabbed the paper that set on the
passenger seat.   He grabbed the paper
that started all of this.   Read it
again.   And again.   And then finally tore it