Mick Sinatra 2: Love, Lies, and Jericho
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MICK
SINATRA
LOVE, LIES, AND JERICHO
BOOK
TWO
By
MALLORY
MONROE
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THE SINATRAS OF JERICHO COUNTY
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BIG DADDY SINATRA
THERE WAS A RUTHLESS MAN
BOOK ONE
BIG DADDY SINATRA 2
IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU
BOOK TWO
BIG DADDY SINATRA 3
THE BEST OF MY LOVE
BRENT SINATRA
ALL OF ME
BOOK ONE
MICK SINATRA
FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE
BOOK ONE
THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND
SERIES IN ORDER:
THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND
THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND 2:
HIS WOMEN AND HIS WIFE
DUTCH AND GINA:
A SCANDAL IS BORN
DUTCH AND GINA:
AFTER THE FALL
DUTCH AND GINA:
THE POWER OF LOVE
DUTCH AND GINA:
THE SINS OF THE FATHERS
DUTCH AND GINA:
WHAT HE DID FOR LOVE
FOR THE LOVE OF GINA
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MOB BOSS 3:
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MOB BOSS 4:
ROMANCING TRINA GABRINI
A MOB BOSS CHRISTMAS:
THE PREGNANCY
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MOB BOSS 6:
THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI
RENO’S GIFT
BOOK 7
RENO GABRINI:
A MAN IN FULL
BOOK 8
RENO AND TRINA:
GETTING BACK TO LOVE
BOOK 9
RENO AND SON:
DON’T MESS WITH JIM
BOOK 10
MOB BOSS ELEVEN
THE WRONG ONE
BOOK 11
RENO AND TRINA
IN THE SHADOWS OF LOVE
BOOK 12
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IN ORDER:
ROMANCING TOMMY GABRINI
ROMANCING SAL GABRINI
TOMMY GABRINI 2:
A PLACE IN HIS HEART
SAL GABRINI 2:
A WOMAN’S TOUCH
TOMMY GABRINI 3:
GRACE UNDER FIRE
SAL GABRINI 3:
HARD LOVE
SAL GABRINI 4:
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“I still
cannot believe it,” Betsy Gable said as she looked back at the private jet they
had just un-boarded.
“You still
can’t believe what?” Rosalind Graham walked beside her.
“I can’t believe
that you, Roz Graham, the woman who never got any breaks in New York, now owns
a jet in Philly!”
“I do not
own a jet.
How many times do I have to
tell you that, Bess? Mick owns this jet.”
But Betsy
wasn’t trying to hear it.
“He lets you fly
around in it as if it’s yours.
What’s
the difference?
He ordered his pilot to
fly you to New York, and to wait to bring you back.
You might as well say it’s yours.”
If she
didn’t know the difference between the owner of a plane and a borrower of that
plane, Roz thought, then she couldn’t help her.
“You need to
know your worth, Roz,” Betsy admonished.
“You need to understand that no man is going to let a woman fly around
on his private jet unless he loves that woman something fierce.
Just accept the fact that you’re special to
him.
You’re practically his wife, and
don’t you forget that.”
“There’s no
such thing as being practically somebody’s wife,” Roz said as they headed
toward the waiting limousine, stepping high in her heels beneath her Versace pantsuit,
with her yellow Hermes Birkin bag on her arm.
“You’re either the wife, or you aren’t the wife.
There’s no practically in it.
Don’t you forget
that
.”
“But you get
what I’m saying,” Betsy said with a smile.
“Shit like this don’t happen to girls like us!”
Roz laughed
and looked at Betsy.
Betsy was a tall
beautiful blonde, a New York actress, who thought her looks alone should have
elevated her to star status years ago.
She instead found herself, not on Broadway, but relegated to acting
roles in skin flicks just to pay her rent.
Roz’s acting career didn’t go anywhere either when she was out there
struggling in New York too.
She
understood.
“I get what you’re saying,”
she said.
“I just thank God the tide is
turning.”
“Yes Lord,”
Betsy said with a grin.
Then she
hesitated, as if deciding if she should ask it, and then decided to do so
anyway.
“But you figure he’s the one,
hun?” she asked.
Roz would
have found that an odd question if anyone else had asked it, but she knew how
uneasy Betsy felt around Mick.
She knew
Betsy was a little afraid of Mick.
“Yes,
Bess.
I think he’s the one.”
“When I met
him in New York, I don’t know.
He seemed
so mean and rude.”
Betsy said this and
looked at Roz, praying that she hadn’t offended her.
“He
is
mean and rude,” Roz responded, and
looked at her sensitive friend.
“He’s a
very hard man, you’re right about that.
Just because he met me doesn’t mean his entire personality has changed.
It hasn’t.
He’s hard and he’s going to stay hard.
But if he comes for you, you’d better go for him.
You hear me, Bess?
The same way you give those guys in Brooklyn
a piece of your mind when they try to give you a hard time, you do the same
with Mick.
He doesn’t like coy and
weak.
So don’t try it on him.”
Betsy
nodded.
Roz wasn’t just a smart,
beautiful woman, she was a very serious one.
And she never gave idle advice.
“I will heed your warning,” Betsy said sincerely.
Then she thought about the reality of her own
situation.
She stopped walking, touching
Roz on the arm so that she could stop walking too.
When Roz
stopped and looked into Betsy’s big blue eyes, she saw her sudden
distress.
“What’s wrong?” she asked her.
“I want to
thank you for coming to my rescue.”
Roz rubbed
her friend’s arm.
“I’ve had creeps for
boyfriends too.
Major league
creeps.
I know what it’s like when love
and hate collide.”
“Like
Carmelo, right?”
Roz
nodded.
Carmelo Rivera was Roz’s
ex-boyfriend.
“Like Carmelo.
Yeah.”
Betsy
removed her shades.
“How does it look
now?”
Roz looked
at Betsy’s right eye.
It was still
swollen, and there was still puffiness, but it had improved.
“It’s going to take time to heal,” Roz
said.
“Just like you.”
“He hit me
in my face,” Betsy said with a sudden flash of anger as she placed her shades
back over her eyes.
They began walking,
once again, toward the limo.
“That’s
what pissed me off.
He tried to mess up
my coins when he went for my face.
Now I
can’t work.”
Betsy’s
“work” was as a porn star in small internet films.
Roz had seen a couple of them, and they both
were horrendous.
But Betsy was her
friend.
“I won’t
stay here in Philly long,” her friend said.
“I just need time to think.”
“And your
ass is going to work while you’re thinking,” Roz said.
Betsy
laughed.
“Work?
You’re going to put me to work, girl?”
“You know I
am!
I’m trying to get my new agency off
the ground.
I can use somebody who’s
been in the business long enough to teach these newbies and thing or two.
Somebody I can trust.”
Betsy smiled
greatly.
Roz was her only true
friend.
The fact that she dropped
everything and flew to New York to help her proved that.
She felt honored.
But when
they approached the limousine and Deuce McCurry, an attractive older black man,
stepped out, Betsy smiled.
“Your driver
is one sexy brother.”
Roz looked
at Betsy as if she was nuts.
Deuce
McCurry was Mick’s best driver and the one assigned to escort Roz when
needed.
He was also a former cop and an
expert marksman.
Roz knew it was no
accident that Mick would give her the driver who used to be his number
one.
And although Roz agreed Deuce was a
very good looking man, he was also a man pushing sixty.
Old enough to be their father.
But Betsy had a thing for black guys, their
age a non-factor, and was still admiring the view.
Deuce held
the back door open for the ladies.
“Hello, ma’am,” he said as Betsy approached first.
“How are
you?”
“Very well,
thank you.”
Betsy got into the
limo.
But Deuce
reserved his greatest smile for Roz.
He
and Roz had a bond.
“Welcome back, Miss
Graham.”
Roz
smiled.
“Thank you, Deuce.
It’s great to be back!”
She got in too.
But Betsy
took exception as soon as Deuce closed the door and began walking around the
limo toward the driver side door.
“Why
do you make that man call you Miss Graham?” she asked.
“He’s old enough to be your daddy!”
“I don’t
make
him call me anything,” Roz
responded. “I told him to call me Roz, or even Rosalind.
But he said Mick wouldn’t like it.”
“That’s
ridiculous,” Betsy said as Deuce opened the driver side door.
“All you had to do was tell your man the
deal.
You told me to be straight with
him.
You need to take your own
advice.
You should have told Mick to
give Deuce permission to be less formal with you and to call you by your first
name.”
Roz looked
at her friend.
“What do you take me for,
Bess?
I asked him that already.”
Betsy looked
at her as Deuce got in behind the wheel.
“And what did he say?”
“He said
hell no,” Roz said.
“Did you
just accept that, or did you argue with him about it?”
“You don’t
argue with Mick, not about something like that.
He doesn’t change his mind on things like that.
I argued with him once about going back to
New York to teach one final semester, and when he agreed, against his better
judgment, it nearly cost me my life.
He
regretted that he didn’t stop me from going ever since.
Now his word is final.”
Betsy looked
at Roz as if she had lost her mind.
“On
everything?”
“If he feels
it’s a safety issue, or even a respect issue, yes.”
Betsy shook
her head.
“No way.
I couldn’t deal with a man like that.”
“Yes, you
could,” Roz assured her.
“If you know
he’s only looking out for your best interest, if he treats you better than any
human being ever have, you’ll deal.”
Deuce, who
had heard the gist of their conversation, smiled.
Roz never told him that she had asked Boss to
let him be less formal with her, but he could have told her what the answer was
going to be.
It was always a question of
respect with Mick.
And he didn’t allow his
subordinates to get that close to him that way.
Not ever.
And Mick viewed Roz,
Deuce knew, as an extension of himself.
Deuce looked
through the rearview mirror as he moved to close the front driver side
door.
He had a grand smile on his
face.
“Told you so,” he said to Roz.
Roz,
realizing what he meant, laughed.
But just as
Deuce was about to pull his driver side door completely closed, a hand reached
in and flung it back open.
Roz and Betsy
both were startled, because they didn’t see the man coming.
But they became downright terrified when the
man lifted a gun and put a bullet through the side of Deuce’s head.
Betsy
screamed hysterically when she saw Deuce’s head lob around on his neck, and
then she saw his entire body fall sideways onto the front seat.
The gunman
quickly turned his weapon toward the ladies in the back.
“Get out!” he ordered them.
“Now!”
But while
Betsy was screaming to a point so hysterical that she could not make herself
move, with her hands shaking uncontrollably, Roz was near a state of panic
too.
But she was not so thrown that she
couldn’t think.
She remembered how Mick,
when she first met him in that same limo, once pressed the side button and a
gun dropped into his hand.
So when the
gunman pointed his gun away from her and toward screaming Betsy, to shut Betsy
up, Roz knew she had to act now.
She had
to kill or be killed because she wasn’t about to go to some second location
with a man who took out Deuce that easily.
“Shut the
fuck up!” the man was yelling at Betsy.
“Don’t you hear me woman?
Shut
the hell up!
And get your ass out and
get out now!”
And just as
he was about to turn his weapon on Roz again, to order her out too, she pressed
that button, secured that gun, and then raised it and shot him between the
eyes.
Now he was the one stunned.
He stared at her as if he wanted her to see
his disbelief, and then fell lifeless to the ground, on the outside of the
limo.
But Roz
knew, if this was a snatch and grab, he wasn’t the only one on scene.
She hurried over seats to the front of the
limo, nervously looking behind as she did.
When she saw another car speed up behind the limo, undoubtedly the
gunman’s getaway car, she knew she had to act fast.
Betsy was still screaming and making it
worse, but Roz didn’t hesitate.
She
tried to move Deuce over so that she could get behind the wheel, but she could
barely bulge him.