Mick Sinatra 3: His Lady, His Children, and Sal by Mallory Monroe Read Free Book Online

wasn’t worth any serious response.   He had one of his men drive her car home last night.   That was how he handled his business.   He was certain she understood that.
    He opened the door of her Bentley.   She got inside, cranked up, and when he
closed her door she pressed her window down.   Mick folded his arms over the top of her downed window and leaned
in.   Roz looked at him.   He looked simply adorable, she thought, with
his hair windblown across his forehead and his trademark tailored suit, this
one a dark brown Brioni, giving his usually fair skin a boyish, almost
airbrushed tanned look.  
    Mick leaned in further and kissed her on the
lips.   It was supposed to be a simple
goodbye kiss but, as usual when Mick tasted Roz, his kiss lingered.   By the time he finished, they were both
contemplating going back inside.   If they
both didn’t have companies to run, they would have.   “What’s on tap for you today?” he asked her.
    Roz dropped down her overhang mirror and began
refreshing her lip gloss.   “I have three
new clients coming in, and a handful that make it their business, not to mind
their own business, but to drive me nuts on a daily basis.   So the normal abnormal.”   She glanced at him.   “What about you?”
    “Same.   Meetings and more meetings.”
    “I hear Joey got a promotion.”   Joey was Mick’s youngest son.
    “Joey told you that?” he asked her.
    “Yeah, he called all excited.   He said he’s going from a busboy in the
cafeteria to a supervisor in the mailroom.   He knows he still has a long way to go to get to the top, as he calls
it, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes.   I like that about him.    I’m so
happy for him.”
    Mick agreed.   “He doing his job.   He’s got his
act together.   He’s keeping his ass out
of trouble.”
    Roz smiled.   “Because he knows his ass is yours if he gets in trouble.”
    Mick smiled too.   “He’d better know it.”   Then he
exhaled.   “Remember tonight,” he said.
    Roz looked at him.   “That’s still on?”
    “Far as I know, yes.”
    A sense of dread occurred within Roz.   The kind of feeling she often got when she
had a disagreeable task in front of her.   “Okay,” she said.   “I’m not
looking forward to it,” she added, looking away, “but okay.”
    Mick could see the anguish in her eyes.    “I’ll cancel it,” he said definitively.
    But Roz would have none of that.   “No, don’t,” she said.   “The mothers want this meet and greet so I
need to oblige them.   We need to come
together now that I’m their children’s brand new stepmother.   I just pray they don’t try any stupid stuff.”
    “They know I don’t play that,” Mick assured
her.   “They aren’t crazy.”
    Roz kissed Mick on the forehead.   “I’ll meet you there,” she said.
    Mick leaned in and kissed her again, lingering
again, and then she drove around the circular driveway, blew her horn with a
playful wave, and drove away from him.
    Mick watched her leave, waving as she went, and then
pulled out his cell phone as he headed inside.   He ordered an additional man to tail her.
    But as soon as he ended that call, his cell phone
rang.   It was the man he paid to tail his
daughter, and he didn’t like what he had to tell him.
     

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER FIVE

 
    Mick drove his bright red Maserati to the condo his
daughter had recently purchased.   He
received a report from one of his men about a situation that concerned him, and
he wanted to see what she had to say about it.   His relationship with all four of his grown children were still in flux,
as he had not been there for them at all when they were younger.   He had been their financial backer and
nothing more.   It was difficult for him
to be there emotionally for them even now, but after he met Rosalind and she
showed him the error of his ways, he was trying to change.
    He