Reno frowned. “Who gives a fuck about the police?”
“And they want territory.”
“What territory?”
“All of the Arvanatti territory. They want to shut us down. They gave us forty-eight hours to get it done.”
They wanted them to give up their entire territory? And to do so in forty-eight hours? Reno knew that was an impossible thing to ask of any syndicate. Even a small one like Arvanatti’s. He opened his suit coat and placed his hands on his hips. He had to think fast. “You said it was a rival family that has him? Who are they?”
“The Scorvino family,” said Kasi.
“Shit. Their asses smaller than your outfit. How they suddenly got the balls to come for you?”
Kasi nodded her head. “That’s what we wanna know.”
“You said Lolo is in town?”
“Yes sir. But he’s in hiding.”
“Take me to him,” Reno said as he began hurrying from around his desk. He looked at Malcolm. “I want my children on lockdown and I want my wife’s detail to blanket her until I get there personally to pick her up. That’s her son too.”
“Yes, sir,” Malcolm replied as he began following Reno and Kasi out of the office. “And I’ve already ordered highest-level security on all of your children, including Jimmy. Security has tightened around Sophia and Carmine upstairs.”
“Jimmy’s daughter Madison is in Florida visiting Gloria Sinatra. Call Glo’s brother-in-law Alex Drakos and tell him to put Maddie on lockdown. On my order.”
“Will do that right away, sir,” Malcolm said as he began getting on his phone.
Reno was pulling out his phone, too, as they got on his private elevator.
“Who are you calling?” Kasi asked him. “We really don’t want too many people to know about this. It could get out of hand if too many people get involved. My father’s working on it.”
“No offense,” Reno said, “but you just waltzed your ass into my office and told me somebody snatched my son. Excuse me if I need a boss above your old man’s paygrade to be working on this. Well above it,” he added.
Then he pressed the icon on his phone. “I’m calling Sal Gabrini,” he said as he finally answered her question.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trina was seated behind her desk in her office at Champagne’s when he finally picked up the phone. It took all she had to call him, and after that new demand she knew she had no choice.
“Hey Mick.”
There was a pause on his end, as he always paused on the rare occasion she phoned him. It was as if he knew something was amiss for Trina to call him personally. Because of his history with her, they didn’t do too much conversating the way he would do Gemma or Grace. She only phoned when she had to. “Hello.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“What about?”
“I need to talk to you in person.”
There was another pause. “I’m in Rome.”
Trina rubbed her forehead. He would be out of the country when she needed him! “When will you be back in town?”
“Next week is the plan.”
“I need to talk to you now, Mick.” It wasn’t begging, but coming from Trina it had to feel that way to Mick.
And he paused again. “I’ll be there tomorrow,” he said, which was the fastest he could get there.
