Jimmy shook his head. “You got to do better, Pop, dang. What is it going to take for you to treat Ma right?”
“I do treat her right, what are you talking? I treat her like agotdamn queen! Get the fuck out of here.”
“Whatever, Pop.”
Then Reno looked at his handsome, biracial son who worked as a high-ranking executive in Tommy Gabrini’s corporation. “You okay?” he asked him.
“What do you mean am I okay?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“Maddie and Lexie said you’ve been trying to get back together with O, but she turned you down.”
“That is so not true! Did I call her to check on her? Yes.”
“What you checking on her for? Didn’t your ass tell me she’s got another man?”
Jimmy hesitated.“Yes.”
“Then leave her ass alone! Move the hell on. I don’t raise stalkers.”
Jimmy frowned. “Pop, what are you talking about? I’m no stalker!”
Reno pointed at him. “You’d better not be.”
Jimmy couldn’t help but smile at how serious his father was looking. “Pop, I’m not a stalker, okay? Don’t worry about me like that. You need to worry about yourself. Because come on, Pop. Look at you.”
“Look at me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That suit you’re wearing is easy a ten-thousand dollar suit.”
“So?”
“So it looks like you picked it up from Goodwill.”
Reno frowned. “It’s clothes. What I care about clothes? You’re worried about the wrong thing, James. Worrying about clothes. Calling that girl.”
“Why do you keep harping on that, Pop? I called to check on her. That’s all I did.”
“You wasn’t checking on her when you had her. Now you wanna be all attentive to her.”
“Spoken by a man whose wife is this close from leaving his butt.”
But as soon as Jimmy blurted it out, he regretted it. Especially when he saw that look on his father’s face. “Pop, I didn’t mean,” he started saying, but Reno was already walking away. “Pop?” he called out after him.
But Reno didn’t break his stride. He made his way out of his casino, hustled across the busy lobby of his mammoth hotel that housed his casino, and got on his private elevator.
CHAPTER THREE
After pressing the button for the penthouse, Reno leaned against the elevator wall. Even Jimmy, who was usually in his corner, could tell Trina had one foot out the door too. Even he could see the end of that marriage.
But Reno would never see that. What was Reno without Trina? What was Trina without Reno? It was never going to happen!
But as the elevator doors dinged and then slid open, he had a sinking feeling. What if it was true? What if it was the end? What if Trina was tired of his ass just like Jimmy implied?
Nonsense! Jimmy didn’t know shit about it anyway, Reno decided to tell himself as he stepped off that elevator. His security detail stood upright when the boss stepped off, and all their joking ceased. Reno was a great boss, to a man they believed that, but they also knew he didn’t fuck around with them. If you did your job, he left you alone. If you didn’t, he fired you on the spot. That was Reno.
