Vito said dismissively. “What’s love? I don’t think that ruthless son-of-a-bitch Reno Gabrini is capable of love.” “He’s capable,” Marcy said with confidence. “And he did love me once,” she added. Stil does, she was also convinced, just as she was equaly convinced about her own hatred for him, hatred that only began after he refused to give her a second chance. Reno was hard like that. Screw him once and he was through with you. But he loved her once. Oh how he loved her once. And she was depending on that love. Depending on it like she’d never depended on anything before in her entire life. Pags had the goods on her. He’d ruin her life forever if she didn’t make this work. That was why they had to do it this way. Because they were counting on Reno being Reno and Reno, on Reno being the saint he was deep down. And after she told him why she needed him, why she was back, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t be able to let her down again. NINE It was just after midnight when Trina clocked out and made her way home.
