Page 71 of Sal Gabrini: Man on Fire

Dommi nodded excitedly. “That’s him!” he said.

“Where’s Gemma? She back yet?” Sal asked anxiously.

“What do you mean back yet?” asked Trina. “They just left when you guys did!”

“Who is it, Boss?” asked Robby. “Who’s in the picture?”

“Mason Kidd Curry,” Sal said and took off running. When Mick heard that word, and Robby heard it, they took off running too.

“Kidd Curry,” said Trina. “Shit!”

Tommy and Big Daddy looked at each other too. This was getting even more out of hand. “I want everybody in the safe room,” Tommy ordered. Then he was calling Destiny’s security detail, to beef up security around his daughter just as Trina was calling Jimmy to do the same for Sophia and Madison and Oprah, too, just as Big Daddy was making phone calls too.

And Dommi hurried to make sure grounds security had every inch of territory covered.

They all felt the heat.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

The three SUVs made their way through the streets of Vegas on their way to the police station in Spring Valley.

Gemma was giving Mason legal advice on what he should and should not say once they got to the station. But even as they were on the outskirts of Vegas and nearing the station, Mason still seemed in denial.

“I did nothing wrong,” said Mason. “The judge will look at this trumped-up shit and toss it.”

“Not so fast, Casanova,” said Reno as they stopped at a red light. “They didn’t toss that other murder charge. And you thought that was trumped-up too.”

But within seconds at that red light, two different vehicles drove up beside the front SUV, while two more drove on the side of the back SUV. Gemma saw them through the rearview. She saw that those two back cars stopped at the back SUV when they had room to move up beside the middle SUV.

“Reno, we got trouble!” Gemma yelled just as shots were fired out of all four vehicles and into the front and back SUVs. Their guards inside those SUVs were firing, too, and the middle SUV that housed Reno and Gemma tried to break formation and get away, but they couldn’t. It was an ambush.

When Gemma yelled to Reno, he began to pull out his gun, too. But Elsie, who sat behind them on the third seat, beat him to it. Her guns were already out, and she pointed both of them at Reno and Gemma’s heads. “Drop it and drop it now or they’re both dead!” she yelled at the guard and driver up front. “You too, Reno, drop it!”

They all complied.

Then gunmen from outside put bullets through the heads of the driver and the guard in Gemma and Reno’s SUV.

Reno and Gemma’s hearts began to sank. But Mason was floored. “What are you doing, Elsie? Put that gun away! What are you doing?”

“I’m doing my job. That’s what I’m doing!”

“Your job? Your ass work for me!”

“That’s what you thought. Person with my skills and background in the industry working for you for the little money you paid me and you still didn’t get it! I stopped working for you the day I started encouraging your unsuspecting romantic ass to find your long, lost love again. You talked about her enough.”

“What are you saying?” Mason asked. Reno and Gemma could see how shocked he was.

“They paid you big money to pose as Jason Ritch, FBI. And you took it.”

“It was a gig!” Mason said.

“Well this is a gig too,” Elsie said, and then she shot Mason straight through the heart. Gemma screamed. Reno grabbed her and covered her.

“Why did you do that to Mason?” Gemma cried.

“He did what we needed him to do. His work was done,” Elsie said as one of the gunmen from outside threw the driver out of the SUV, got in behind the steering wheel while another gunman threw the bodyguard out from the front passenger seat, and got in too. Then the middle SUV was finally able to break formation and speed away. With Gemma and Reno as their hostages.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

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