Page 7 of Trina Gabrini: Bring Him Back Home to Me

The woman on the middle row of the Infiniti looked on enviously. “What do they see in her?” she blurted out.

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. The big Italian male seated on the middle row beside her didn’t hesitate. He was staring at Trina too. “She’s got a nice figure. A beautiful face. Big boobs. What’s not to like?”

“I got all those things and then some,” said the busty blonde seated beside him. “But I still wasn’t good enough for Reno Gabrini.”

“Don’t start.”

“It’s true.”

The man sat upright. “Here he comes now.”

They watched as Reno came out of the restaurant.

“Just forget that why her, why not me bullshit and go do your job,” the man on the middle row said. “We get this right then you won’t have to worry about why not you. He’ll be the one begging you.”

She smiled. “You know how to make a girl blush,” she said, they both laughed, and then she got out and began to slowly, inconspicuously make her way toward the parking lot next door.

Next door, Trina was small-talking with the tall black guy. Although he was doing most of the talking. “That’s their m.o.,” he said. “They always declare it’ll be partly cloudy whenever they haven’t a clue what the weather is really going to be.”

Trina was still reeling from Reno, but she still knew how to smile and be polite to people. “True that.”

But the man could pick up on her anxiety. “My sister, are you okay?”

“She’s fine,” Reno said from behind them, causing the businessman to look. Trina didn’t bother.

“And she ain’t your sister,” Reno added. “I should know. She’s my wife.”

Trina rolled her eyes. That man!

But the businessman continued to stare at Reno. Both men looked each other up and down as if it was a pissing contest. Then the gentleman smiled, as if he had won, and then moved away from the couple.

Although Reno felt slighted somehow by the man’s coolness, he knew Trina didn’t like it when he was overly-aggressive with her admirers. So he let it slide, too, and stood beside her. When he looked at her he could tell she was still pissed with him. “You going home?”

“No, Reno, I’m going to the moon.” She looked at him. “Where else am I going to go this time of night?”

“You didn’t have to say it like that damn!”

Then they both calmed back down.

“I’ll follow you,” Reno said.

Trina looked at him. He always said he was going to follow her home, but ended up going wherever he had to go the way he always did. And where he had to go was never home.

She decided to call his bluff. “Instead of following me,” she said, “you can ride with me and let one of your goons come and pick up your car. They’ll be happy to do it.”

But Reno was already squirming his way out. “No thanks. Why would I let somebody else drive my car when I’m perfectly capable of driving it myself? I’ll follow you,” he said again.

But he saw something out of the corner of his eye. When he looked over by the entrance and saw that familiar face standing there, he, at first, couldn’t believe it. But as soon as he made eye contact with her, and she made eye contact with him, she slipped inside the restaurant. But that couldn’t be her. It couldn’t be! Or was it?

“Give me a sec,” Reno said to Trina as he began hurrying toward that entrance. Trina just shook her head. That man!

But Reno had to make sure. He sprinted into that restaurant.

The maître d, who knew him well, dropped everything and hurried over to him. “Is everything alright, Mr. Gabrini?”

“I thought I saw somebody.” Reno was looking around.

“Oh. Perhaps I can help you, sir.”