ROMANCING THE MOB BOSS by Mallory Monroe Read Free Book Online

big, athletic body
    swaggering toward her as a sexy reminder of
    their passionate times in bed. Only his face
    looked more angry than passionate.
    “Where you going this time of night?” he
    wanted to know as he approached her. “What’s
    your problem walking alone this time of night?”
    “I was headed to the bus stop,” Trina
    said. “And what are you doing here anyway? I
    thought you were out of town until Friday.”
    “I thought so too. Until my brother Joey
    tel s me you saying you don’t wanna see me
    anymore. What’s that about?”
    “It’s not about anything,” she said,
    walking past him.
    “Wait a minute,” he said, but she kept on
    walking. “Wait a minute,” he insisted as he
    hurried up to her. She had, by now, walked past
    the parked limousine. “I came back early to talk
    to you. Joey left you the wrong impression, he
    does stuff like that, don’t ask me why.” Then he
    grabbed her by the arm, stopping her
    progression. “Wil you wait a minute?”
    Trina stopped and looked at Reno. Why
    was she even al owing herself to get involved
    with a man like him? He was great in bed, but
    so what? A relationship couldn’t be built on sex
    and sex alone. There was too much drama
    around him, she felt it when she walked into his
    office, and entered what looked like a three-ring
    circus.
    “Get in the car, we need to talk.”
    Trina was shaking her head before he
    could even finish. “No thank-you.”
    “Come on, Tree, why you giving me a
    hard time? I left my business a day early to get
    back here to talk to you. And what you saying,
    you ain’t gonna even talk to me?”
    “There’s nothing to talk about.”
    “I don’t have any other women,” Reno
    said pointblank. Trina looked at him. “Joey
    was ful of shit when he insinuated that I do. I
    don’t. Are you asking me if I have had my share
    of females? Yes, I have had my share and
    probably Joe and Mo’s share too, I ain’t gonna
    lie to you. But I’m with you now. That’s over.
    I’m with you.”
    Trina stared into his tired blue eyes. He
    seemed so sincere, so serious that she
    believed him. Instantly she just believed him.
    Then she glanced back at the limo. “That’s not
    gonna work,” she said.
    Reno’s heart dropped. “What’s not
    gonna work?”
    “That limo in my neighborhood. No way,
    no how.”
    Reno smiled. “Okay, no problem, I’l
    ditch the limo and we can cal a cab or
    something. Because honey, I ain’t catching no
    bus.”
    Trina laughed at just the thought of this
    big man, the owner of the PaLargio no less,
    riding the city bus. “What you say, Reno, you
    ain’t catching no bus?”
    He pul ed out his cel phone. “I ain’t
    catching no bus.”
    Trina smiled and moved up to him, put
    her arm in his. He smiled. “Hey, Rupert,” he
    said into his cel phone, “this Reno. I need you
    to cal me a cab. I’m over here near Boyzie’s. I
    know I got a limo, I know what I got, did I ask you
    to tel me what I got?” He looked at Trina. “Can
    you believe this guy? He’s tel ing me what I
    got.” Then he talked into his cel phone again.
    “Just cal me a cab wise guy, don’t worry about
    what I’ve got.” He slammed shut his phone.
    “Sometimes I think I’m surrounded by
    imbeciles.”
    “Either that, or they’re surrounded by
    “Either that, or they’re surrounded by
    one,” Trina said with a laugh and immediately
    began to run back toward Boyzie’s.
    “Oh no she didn’t say that,” Reno said
    with a smile. “No you didn’t say that,” he said to
    her when he realized she was running away. He
    told the driver to shove off, he’s off for the night,
    and then he ran, too.
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    He had planned to talk to her. That was the
    plan. Al the way on the plane back from Jersey,
    al the way in the limo from the airport, he was
    working out in his mind just how he was going to
    explain everything about his life, his family, to
    her. She was no fly-by-night, no booty cal or
    friend with benefits. He