Page 2 of Trina Gabrini: Bring Him Back Home to Me

“Look who’s here.”

When Reno and Sal looked up the stairs where Tommy was looking, they both frowned. A man called Dirty, who was a made man in Reno’s father’s crime syndicate, was walking downstairs zipping his pants.

“What the fuck Dirty doing here?” asked Reno. “Who invited his slick ass? This is by invitation only.”

“He came as security for your old man,” said Sal. “And since you weirdly invited your old man . . .”

Reno’s second mistake.

“I didn’t exactly invite him,” Reno said. “I mentioned one of my pal’s was having a bachelor party at my crib tonight, thinking nothing of it, until Pops invited himself. He said he was just gonna pop in and pop out.”

“And you let him?” asked Sal.

“I thought he was blowing smoke. I didn’t figure he’d show up.”

“Hey there Reno,” said a smiling Dirty as he walked up to them. “Hey there Tommy.” Then he frowned when he looked at Sal. “Fuck you, Sal.”

“Fuck your ass!” Sal fired back. He and Dirty never got along.

“This is by invitation only,” Reno said. “How did your ass get in here?”

“You gotta ask the boss that question,” said Dirty. “But if I tell you I’m having a blast, I’m having a blast man. You know how to put on a show, Reno.”

“He used to manage and now owns a hotel that puts on shows every night of the week,” said Sal. “He should be able to put on shows.”

“But you outdid yourself this time, Reno. How you manage to get her to do it though?”

That sounded odd to all three Gabrinis. “Get who to do what?”

“To entertain us. It’s like winning the Super Bowl to get that chick. Vatelli’s gonna be angry, but who gives a shit, right?”

Reno, Tommy, and Sal heard that name, but it made no sense what Dirty was saying. Reno frowned. “What Vatelli?” he asked. “What Moose got to do with this?” At that time, Moose Vatelli was the most notorious mob boss in the world.

Sal was perplexed too. “What you mentioning Moose Vatelli for?”

“His ass better not be in my house,” said Reno.

“You know that man ain’t in this house,” said a grinning Dirty. “This is nice. But it ain’t up to no Moose Vatelli standards.”

“Then what the fuck you talking about?” Reno asked him.

“Moose ain’t here,” Dirty said, “but his daughter is.”

“What daughter?” Reno asked him.

“His daughter. Moose Vatelli’s daughter. She showed up just after we got here. She said you picked her to mingle.”

“She must have been in that first group of girls, Reno,” said Tommy.

“All I know is she was here. And then me and the boss showed up. When she told us who she was, that’s when Boss wanted her.” Then Dirty grinned. “That daughter is something else! How you manage to get Moose Vatelli’s daughter to be a whore for a night?”

“I didn’t even know Moose had a daughter,” said Reno. “Had I known who she was, I wouldn’t have picked her ass.”

“Well he got one,” said Dirty, “and she’s upstairs right now. Boss putting it on her good too. You should see him. She’s in bad shape, but he still won’t quit.”

Sal and Tommy looked at Reno, but Reno was already running toward the stairs. They ran after him. They knew what kind of brute Reno’s father was. They knew what that bastard was capable of. They were taking those stairs two and three at a time. They couldn’t get up those stairs fast enough. Dirty, who thought this was all good fun, was running right behind them.

And when they got up the stairs, Reno ran from bedroom door to bedroom door until he bust into the right door. And that was when they saw Paulo Gabrini, the head of the Gabrini crime syndicate, naked and drunk on the bed.