Mick Sinatra 2: Love, Lies, and Jericho by Mallory Monroe

Author:Mallory Monroe [Monroe, Mallory]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Austin Brook Publishing
Published: 2015-08-10T23:00:00+00:00

Later that night, the doors slid open and Mick and Roz emerged out of the hospital and up to a convoy of SUVs. He held her arm as he walked Roz to one of the SUVs and opened the passenger side door. Deuce McCurry was behind the wheel.

“I still wish I could stay with Joey until we’re certain he’s going to make it,” Roz said.

“I know you do,” Mick responded. “But Ted, Glo, and Adrian are staying with him. And his mother’s there. He has support there. And plenty of protection. I want you home, at my house, where I know you’ll be protected. Get in.”

He helped Roz onto the passenger seat. “You be careful, Mick.”

But Mick was more concerned about her than she could ever be about him. “I’ll be okay,” he said. “Don’t worry about me. You just do everything Deuce tells you to do, because if you don’t, what’s going to happen?”

Roz hated when he drilled her like this. But she knew it was coming from a place of concern. “If I don’t do exactly what Deuce tells me to do then you’ll be very upset.”

“Then I’ll beat your ass,” Mick made clear. “I mean it, Roz. No stopping by your agency to pick up any papers or going to see about some client of yours because they won’t behave at some casting call. You stay at the house until I get there. You do whatever Deuce says. Understood?”

Roz nodded with a sincere nod. “Understood.”

Mick, satisfied, leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Then he shut the door and Deuce took off. Three other vehicles drove off with them. All to protect Roz just in case what happened to Joey was not an isolated incident.

An SUV further back drove up, and Mick got inside. Danny Padrone, along with two other men, were seated in the back.

“What do we know?” Mick asked.

“He was hit while leaving the Honey Spot,” Danny said.

Mick had only vaguely heard of the place. “A strip joint?”

“In a black neighborhood, yeah. Seems your boy has a thing for black women.”

Mick looked Danny in the eye. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Danny realized his error. “Nothing. It means nothing, boss. I wasn’t trying to say because you had a black woman he has a thing for them too.”

“Then what the fuck difference does it make who he has a thing for?”

“It makes no difference,” Danny said nervously. “I didn’t mean anything by it, honest. I was just saying.”

Mick knew better than that. Danny was one of those old school Italians who viewed their ethnicity as a race onto itself and figured an Italian man should be with a good Italian girl. No ands, ifs, or buts about it. It was nonsense to Mick, but he wasn’t trying to deal with that tonight. His boy was on his mind. “Did anybody see anything?” he asked.

“Some of those strippers had to see it. It happened just outside of their dressing room, and a group of them were outside smoking at the time.

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