Reno and Trina: In the Shadows of Love, Book 12 by Mallory Monroe Page B

“Damn straight it’s
specific.   Somebody mess with my money,
with my livelihood, what do you think it’s going to be?   General?”
    Trina looked
her husband dead in the eye.   He wasn’t
coming clean and she knew it.   “What
happened, Reno?” she asked him.   “What’s
the real reason why you fired her?”
    “What’s with
you and this suspicion?   I told you the
reason, Tree.   I told your ass a hundred
times!   What, I’m lying to you now?”  
    “You told me
one reason.   But you didn’t tell me the
main reason.”
    “Yeah,
whatever you say, Tree.   Believe whatever
the fuck you want.   But she will not be
working for you.   Believe that."
    Trina was
fuming now.   The nerve he had!   “You are such a hypocrite, Reno.   If I try to pull half the shit on you that
you pull on me, you’ll beat my ass.   But
I’m supposed to stand by and let you deal in dirt and I can’t say shit about it?”
    Reno was
getting livid too.   “What’s that supposed
to mean?   What dirt I’m dealing?   What shit I’m pulling?”
    Trina
wouldn’t respond.   She just stared at her
husband.
    “Don’t
answer.   Just stand there like some
wooden soldier.   But she’s not working
for you, you can stand there all day if you want to.   She’s not working for you and that’s
final!”  
    “But you
can’t decide that for me.   That’s not
your decision!”
    “Wanna
bet?   You hire her and I declare, Trina,
I’ll shut that whole motherfucking place down!   She’ll be the last hire you make!”
    Trina
couldn’t believe it.   “You’ll shut me down?”
Astonishment was in her voice.
    “I’ll shut
it down,” Reno said, refusing to clarify what he said.
    And that did
it for Trina.   “I want your ass to try,”
she warned, and then hurried for the exit.
    “Where are
you going?” Reno asked.   “Trina!   Trina!”   He hurried from around his desk. “Tree!”
    But she
slammed the door behind her.   By the time
he made it up to the door and opened it, she was already gone.   “ Gotdammit !”
he said loudly, and all of his assistants who worked in his outer suite of
offices, and all of the managers who were waiting to get back into his office
to discuss some contract, some dispute or other, heard him.
    But he
didn’t care.   Especially when he saw that
Quinn was in there too.   “Come here,” he
ordered her.
    She glanced
at the other staffers, whom she knew would love to see her put in her place,
and hurried to Reno. “Sir?” she asked him.
    “What did
you say to my wife?”
    Quinn
glanced, once again, at her fellow staffers.   None of them were looking at her, which meant all of them were.   She looked back at Reno.   “I told her that I would take a message
because you were busy at the moment that she arrived.”
    “First of
all,” Reno said, “you don’t tell her shit.   You hear me?   That’s my wife.   She tells you.   And second of all, consider this your warning.   You will be fired if I have to warn you
again.”
    “Yes, sir,”
Quinn said, and then Reno went back into his office, and slammed the door.
    The managers
looked at each other.   “Can we go in?”
one of them asked.   But none of them
dared answer.

 
    Trina was
still livid and waiting under the PaLargio’s portico for the valet to bring her
car around.   And as soon as the valet
stepped out, she hurried into the Mercedes her husband purchased for her and
sped off.    She could hardly contain her
fury.   It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t
want Amy working for her that was most galling.   It was the fact that he wouldn’t tell her the real reason why.   And she was for damn sure certain that all of
that shit about going behind his back wasn’t it.  
    All of their
marriage, Reno had all kinds of crazy going on.   It was the nature of his business and she got that.   But as soon as she had so much as a
suggestion about how he might do things differently, he’d listen