Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) Read Online Free Page B

existence
someday.  
    And
Dommi, he thought, as he looked over at his rambunctious son.   Dominic Gabrini, Junior.   Already a handful even as he spilled yet more
cereal onto the tabletop.   Reno shook his
head.   “It’s not that difficult,
Dominic,” he said.
    “It
keeps spilling,” Dommi said.
    “It won’t
spill if you stop eating so fast,” Reno responded.
    “I
hope he doesn’t eat that way in school,” Trina said.   “Those teachers probably think we’re starving
him to death, and have given him no home training.”
    But
Francine Gabrini, who was also at the breakfast table, disagreed.   Reno was her big brother and benefactor.   She lived in a room in his hotel. He paid all
of her bills.   He gave her an
allowance.   But that didn’t mean she was
meek and mild and prone to mind her own business.   She was Fran.   She didn’t know what minding her own business meant.   “If you ask me,” she said, “I think he’s just
fine.   I think he’s a wonderful little
boy making innocent, little boy mistakes.   He’s absolutely perfect.”   Then
she smiled and looked at Dommi.   “Aren’t
you, sweetheart?”
    Dommi
gladly nodded his agreement.   “Yes,
ma’am,” he said.
    “Yes
ma’am my ass,” Trina said.   “Go get a
cloth and clean up that mess!”
    “But
I’m not finished yet,” Dommi said.
    Reno
looked at him, astounded that he would give his mother any backtalk.   “Now!” he ordered.
    Dommi
quickly moved to his father’s stern voice.   Then Reno looked at Fran.   “Don’t
you ever reward his bad behavior.   You
hear me?   My son will not go through this
life spoiled and lazy.   If he’s wrong,
he’s wrong, and don’t you dare try to sugarcoat his mistakes.   Understand me?”
    Fran
frowned.   “Why are you jumping down my
throat?” she asked.   “What did I do to
you?   I was just stating a fact.   Dommi’s a good kid.   He’s smart, he’s talented, he’s a dream
child.   You should be grateful I have
your son’s back.   Because I do.   Just like I have your back, Reno.   So don’t get on my case like I’m the enemy.   I’m not the one who goes behind your
back.   I’m not the problem here.”
    Trina
and Reno both looked at Fran.   Trina knew
those little sly words of hers weren’t sly at all.   She was dishing the dirt.   Trina didn’t know what it was about this
time, but she knew it was going to be dirty.
    Dommi
returned to the table with a dishcloth just as Reno was responding to Fran’s
comment.   “And what is that supposed to
mean?” he asked his sister.
    But
Trina wasn’t about to let her discuss anything negative in front of her
children.   She motioned toward the end of
the table, where the older Miss Tucker and the younger Wilma, the nannies, were
having breakfast.   Both women immediately
rose.
    “Dommi,
go with Miss Tucker,” Trina said.
    “But
I’m not quite finished,” Dommi responded.
    Reno
gave him another harsh look.
    Dommi
was disappointed, but he complied.   “Yes,
ma’am,” he said.
    Wilma
took Sophia out of Trina’s hand, while Miss Tucker took Dominic by the hand,
and they ushered the children out of the kitchen.
    When
they were gone, Reno looked at Fran.   “Tell it to me straight, Fran,” he said. “What the hell are you talking
about?   Who’s going behind my back?”
    Fran
didn’t respond.   She looked at Trina
instead.   Reno then looked at Trina.   “What is she talking about?”
    “What
are you talking about, Fran?” Trina asked her sister-in-law.   “Because I sure as hell don’t know.”
    “You
know,” Fran responded.
    Trina
was offended.   “If I knew I would say so,
Fran.   So spit it out.”
    “I
don’t feel it’s my place to tell your business.”
    Trina
shook her head.   “You are so full of it
that it’s not even funny.   I declare if
you weren’t family, I would have kicked you to the curb long ago.”
    “You
would have tried,” Fran shot