Reno's Gift (Mob Boss Series) by Mallory Monroe Page B

found his connections to the mob as the best thing
about him.   “Some of my friends think
he’s the biggest Mafia guy in America,” Jimmy continued.   “I keep telling them he’s not, but they don’t
believe me.”
    Then
Jimmy heard a car door slam.   “He must
have finally finished his phone call,” he said as he stood up and walked over
to the window.   “Yep,” he said.   “He’s coming.   Looking all serious, like he’s still upset about whatever he was talking
about on the phone.”
    “Great,”
Trina thought.               Reno could be a handful when he was in a bad mood.   And then she smiled.   “Jimmy,” she said and he turned to her.   “Remember that routine we talked about?   Let’s put a smile on his face for a change.   He’s serious all the time.   If we make coming home such a joy to him,
who   knows?   Maybe he’ll work harder to be home more.”
    Jimmy
laughed.   He knew exactly what she was
talking about.   “This is insane,” he said
happily as he made his way into the hall. “I love it!”
    It
would be another couple seconds and then Reno was unlocking the door and
entering the home.   As soon as he did, it
was Dominic, rather than Trina, that greeted him grandly.
    “Daddy!”
he yelled, jumped down from the sofa by turning backwards and then sliding
down, and ran to his father.
    “There’s
my boy!” Reno said with his own grand smile as he bent down with his arms wide
open and then hoisted his son into the air when he ran up to him.   “How have you been, little fellar?”
    Reno
kissed him and held him tightly against his body.   Then he walked toward the chair flanking the
sofa, looking at Trina, whom he also wanted to hold in his arms, as he walked.
    “Don’t
you find it strange, Daddy?” his son asked him.
    Reno
looked at him.   “Don’t I find what
strange?”
    “I
don’t know,” Dominic said, hunching his tiny shoulders. “Ask Jimmy!”
    Reno,
now standing beside the chair, looked at Trina for clarity.   Trina was suppressing a laugh.   She was amazed that their little boy gave her
just the opening she needed.   “Oh, Reno,
you won’t believe the news!”
    “What
news?”
    “You
won’t believe what happened!”
    Reno
was now concerned.   “What is it?”
    “Dr.
Marshall gave Jimmy this experimental treatment that has changed his life!”
    Reno
frowned.   “An experimental treatment?” he
asked.   “Where does he get off giving my
son some experimental treatment?”
    “But
it’s revolutionary, Reno.   It was
supposed to cure his migraines, but it did so much more.”   Then she yelled toward the hall.   The puzzled look on Reno’s face was priceless
to her.   “Jimmy, come and show your
father the good work Dr. Marshall has done!”
    Jimmy
came out of the hallway walking as if he had some serious issues.   He had one feet turned sideways and was
dragging it, while his arms swung loosely and wildly away from his body as if
he was disjointed.
    “See,
Reno,” Trina said cheerfully.   “See!”
    Reno,
however, was alarmed.    He sat the baby
in the chair, but his eyes never left his approaching son.   “What’s wrong with him?” he asked.
    “It’s
the treatment, Pop,” Jimmy said, trying with all he had to suppress his own
laughter.
    “Isn’t
it great?” Trina added.
    “Great?”
Reno asked, staring at his son.   “What’s
great about it?”
    “It’s
the great treatment he gave him!”
    “But
what’s wrong with him?” Reno asked again.   “He looks like a fool!”
    “A
fool?” Trina asked as if she were stunned.   “What are you talking about?”
    “Why
is he walking like that?”
    “Like
what?” Jimmy asked as he continued to drag his feet and sling his arm around
the living room.   He wanted to laugh so
bad he was about to pee in his pants.
    “And
his arms,” Reno said, still alarmed.   “What’s wrong with you, boy?   What
did that joker do to you?   Where the