Reno Gabrini: I'm Losing You by Mallory Monroe

Author:Mallory Monroe [Monroe, Mallory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Austin Brook Publishing
Published: 2016-11-16T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Sal Gabrini was leaned against his limousine in the back of a once-thriving bar that was now closed and condemned. A van was parked beside his car, and three men were standing outside of it.

Reno drove up in his Porsche, with Jimmy following closely behind him in his Dodge. When they both got out, Sal followed them to the trunk of Jimmy’s car. Jimmy opened it.

Sal, wearing gloves, nodded his head. “He looks like a Garcetti alright.” Then he smiled and looked at Jimmy. “You can pick’em, you know that?”

Jimmy was too distressed to smile.

“Yeah, you ought to be upset,” Sal said. “Bringing all of this shit on your old man. You’re the oldest. We expect you to be the example for our younger kids, Jimmy. For Dom and Sophie and me and Tommy’s kids. What are you doing?”

“I know I messed up, Uncle Sal,” Jimmy said. Reno and Sal were not brothers, but were first cousins. But that didn’t stop his children from referring to Sal and Sal’s brother Tommy as their uncles. “I just didn’t think it would come to this.”

“Guess what they call this kid, Sal?” Reno asked.

“What?”

“Noon Devil.”

Sal frowned and looked at Jimmy. “You make a deal with a guy who has a name like that? Are you nuts? Fuckers with names like that don’t have a conscience, Jimmy. They don’t give a fuck. You don’t make deals with soulless men. Your ass better be glad he’s the one dead.”

A chill ran down Jimmy’s spine. He knew it too.

Sal looked at Reno. “What you need, Reno?” he asked.

“Get rid of it,” Reno said.

“Consider it done,” Sal said, and motioned toward his men.

Two of his men took the body out of the trunk, and put it inside the van. The van, with both men inside, took off. The third man asked for Jimmy’s keys.

Jimmy handed them to him, and the guy cranked up and took off too.

“What’s he doing with my car?” Jimmy asked.

“Sterilizing it,” Sal said. “So there’ll be no evidence. He’ll get it back to you, player. Don’t worry.”

Jimmy wanted to smile, but he was still too distressed.

Reno looked at Sal. “If talk about whatever happened to Nunzio Garcetti shifts to my son--”

“And it will,” Sal said.

“I want you to steer all talk to me,” Reno said. “I want you to drop the word that I was the shooter, not Jimmy.”

Jimmy frowned. “You can’t take the fall for what I did.”

“What about that nightclub where it happened?” Sal asked Reno. “There might be tape.”

“My men took care of that,” Reno said. “They’ve got the tape.”

Sal nodded. “Good.” Then he looked at Reno. There was no better father alive, in his view. “So you want to take the rap for Jimmy Mack?”

“I have to,” Reno said, “or Jimmy will be dead inside a day.”

Sal knew it too. Jimmy, who didn’t really know shit, looked at his father.

“I need the heat to come to me and me alone,” Reno said.

“What’s your thinking?” Sal asked. “Beyond protecting Jimmy, I mean.

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