Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) by Mallory Monroe Page B

please him.
    Now
Val was pulling that same shit too.   And
she was pulling it in the name of her grief and despair.   And what did she expect Jimmy to do?   Accept it?   Get over it?   Forget about it?
    Jimmy
didn’t know what he was going to do.   He
loved Val.   He wasn’t going to pretend he
didn’t.   But their marriage was rocky
even before last night.   He could leave
her.   But that wouldn’t be easy
either.   She made a mistake.   One stupid mistake.   Leaving her wasn’t even on the table as far
as he was concerned.   In truth, he was
more concerned with what she might do.   He was more concerned that she might leave.
    Reno
and Trina finally reappeared at the door of the plane.   Reno had already cleaned her up.   Now he kissed her, and she headed down the
steps.
    “Take
care of her while I’m gone,” Reno ordered Jimmy.
    Jimmy
smiled.   “The same way you just did,
Pop?” he asked.
    Reno
didn’t find that funny at all.   He didn’t
crack a smile.   Trina and Jimmy, however,
were laughing.

 
    Trina
and Grace Gabrini relaxed in the VIP section of the mellow club and sipped
their wine.   Grace was Tommy Gabrini’s
wife and the mother of a bouncing baby girl, and they spent a big portion of
their girls night out talking about little Destiny Gabrini.
    “Here’s
a picture of her laying on Tommy’s stomach,” Grace said, showing Trina yet
another picture on her smartphone.
    Trina
smiled.   The brown little girl was on Tommy’s
stomach, as he lay on the sofa.   “She’s
fab, Grace,” Trina said.   “Just so
precious.”
    “And
here’s a picture,” Grace said, sliding her phone’s screen past three other
pictures, “of Dez on the patio.   Isn’t
she adorable?”
    “Yes,”
Trina agreed with a knowing smile.   “She’s so adorable.   Every one of
these thousands of pictures of your baby girl is adorable.”
    Grace
looked at Trina.   “I’m not overdoing it,
am I?”
    “Showing
me two thousand pictures of the same little girl?” Trina asked sarcastically.   “No way is that overdoing it!   Now if you would have shown me three-thousand
pictures, then yeah, you’d have a problem.”
    Grace
laughed.   “Sorry about that.   But I know I can’t discuss her at all when
Val gets here.”
    Trina
looked at her.   “And why the hell not?”
    “Why
not, Tree?   You know why not!   Gemma told me---”
    “Gemma?”
Trina asked.   “The same Gemma who didn’t
show up for our girls night out?”
    “She
planned to come.   But she’s got this
crazy case, and the trial begins Monday.   She plan to work all night to get herself ready to go to trial.   And you know, Gemma.   She doesn’t want any distractions when she’s
about to go to trial.”
    Trina
nodded.   “Don’t I know it.”
    “It
doesn’t matter if the defendant is innocent as a dove or guilty as sin.   She gives it her all.”
    “Okay,
she’s excused,” Trina said.   “But what’s
your excuse?   Why do you feel you can’t
show pictures of your baby in front of Val?”
    “When
I asked about how she was doing after her miscarriage, Gemma said she’s not
doing well at all.   She wouldn’t go into
details, you know how Gemma will never discuss somebody else’s business, but
she did seem to suggest Val was in a pretty bad place.”
    Trina
nodded.   “She is.   But that’s why you don’t hold back.   You have pictures of your baby, you show
those pictures.   The last thing Val needs
is for us to continue to coddle her.”
    “Then
how can I help?” Grace asked, concerned.   She wasn’t as close to Val as she was to Trina and Gemma, but she liked
her immensely.   “What is it that she
really needs?”
    “She
needs to hear the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” Trina
said.   “She’ll feel bad about you talking
about your baby.   Sure she will.   But she’ll feel worst if you don’t talk about
your baby.   It wouldn’t be natural.   And she