Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini Read Online Free PDF Page B

he wasn’t there.
    His neglect of her in the name of getting his business
affairs in order was beginning to become a problem.   But she wasn’t going to let it worry
her.   She and Reno would have more time
on their hands after they left Vegas.   At
least that was Reno’s plan.
    She entered Boyzie’s thinking about Reno and
feeling like it was déjà vu.   All of the
old faces recognized her and ran up for hugs, and many of the new ones knew her
by reputation.
    “She used to strip here, too, y’all,” one of
the newbies could be overheard saying.   “Now she’s married to the owner of the PaLargio!”
    “ Whaat ?”
another one said in a dragged-out way.   “She’s married to the owner of the Pa-Lar-gi-o?   Her ?   Goes to show it
ain’t where you start, but where you finish.”
    “And there’s hope for us all,” the first
newbie said.
    “I didn’t know the owner of the PaLargio was
black,” said a third stripper, causing the other two to look at her.
    “Why he got to be black?” the second one
asked.   “You never heard of interracial
marriage, dummy?   The point is , she was a stripper in a dump like this who’s now married
to the owner of one of the biggest hotels and casinos in Vegas.   She got up out of here.   That’s the point.”
    Trina smiled and kept walking toward the back,
where she was told her old friend Jazz would be.   Although those newbies had the first part wrong
- Trina used to wait tables at Boyzie’s, but was never a stripper there - she
didn’t bother to correct them.   Like the
newbie said: she made it out.   That was
the point.      
    “Hey, girl,” Trina said when Jazz finally
looked up from that smartphone she was pecking away on.
    At first Jazz was surprised to see Trina’s
face again.   They didn’t exactly part on
great terms the last time she saw her.   But she smiled anyway.   “Look who
the wind blew up in here!”
    Trina slid onto the booth seat across from
Jazz.   Jazz was always surprised at how
easily Trina now fit into that high class world they both used to dream
about.   Now Trina was the personification
of class, as she sat down in her bright red Versace pantsuit, with the short
jacket that highlighted every curve of her fine body.  
    And although Jazz was smiling, that feeling of
being left behind began to reemerge.    She and Tree used to wait tables together right here in Boyzie’s for
crying out loud.   Now Trina was married
to that hunk of hunks Reno Gabrini, and Jazz was once again stuck at Boyzie’s.
    “How you doing, Miss Thang?” Trina asked as she sat her Dior handbag on
the tabletop and slid the bangs of her long hair out of her face.  
    “I work in this beautiful palace,” Jazz
said.   “How you think I’m doing?”
    Trina smiled and started looking around.   “It hasn’t changed a bit.”
    “And with Boyzie in charge, it never will.”
    “I hear that.”
    “So what brings you down this way?   Boring at the top?”
    Trina looked at her friend.   “I wanted to see you before I head for the hills.”
    Jazz put on that smell a skunk face of hers that always made Trina smile.   “Before you head for what hills?”
    “We’re moving,” Trina said with some
trepidation.   She wasn’t quite used to
the idea herself.   “We’re leaving Vegas
tomorrow.”
    “Leaving it?”
    “Yup.”
    “You and Reno both?”
    “Of course me and Reno both!   Why
would I consider leaving without my husband?”
    “Well,” Jazz said in that way Trina knew meant
gossip was coming.   “Word on the street
is that it ain’t all hugs and kisses in Reno-and-Trina-land.”
    “For real, girl?” Trina asked as if she was surprised by the
rumors, although she wasn’t.
    “For real,” Jazz said and looked her large
eyes up at her friend.  
    The thing about Jazz wasn’t so much her beauty
as her uniqueness.   She was a full-figured
gal with smooth dark skin and big eyes who knew how to draw you in.   When she