MICK SINATRA
NEEDING HER AGAIN
BY
MALLORY MONROE
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MICK SINATRA SERIES
IN ORDER:
1.MICK SINATRA: FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE
2.MICK SINATRA: LOVE LIES AND JERICHO
3.MICK SINATRA: HIS LADY, HISCHILDREN, AND SAL
4.MICK SINATRA: IF YOU DON’T KNOW MEBY NOW
5.MICK SINATRA: THE HARDER THEY FALL
6.MICK SINATRA: NOW WILL YOU WEEP
7.MICK SINATRA: BREAKING MY HEART
8.MICK SINATRA: LOVE AND SHADOWS
9.MICK SINATRA: NO LOVE. NO PEACE.
10.MICK SINATRA: HEAT WAVE
11. MICK SINATRA: NOT IN MY HOUSE
12. MICK SINATRA: ICE COLD LOVE
13. MICK SINATRA: NEEDING HER AGAIN
TABLEOF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
They could have danced allnight. It was that kind of weddingreception. Hammer Reese, the former CIADirector and current Special Ops Chief, was laughing heartier than anybody hadever seen before, as he walked around his ballroom like a peacock on display,and with a long cigar between his teeth. Amelia Sinatra-Reese, his brand new bride, joined in on the dance trainand was leaning forward and leaning back and moving to the right and moving tothe left and couldn’t stop laughing either. Roz Sinatra led the dance train and was so popular that all of thesingle men in attendance who didn’t realize who she belonged to, were doing allthey could to get next to her. Theythought she was single too. She showedup alone, after all, and although she had that big rock on her finger, most ofthem didn’t even notice it. The rest didn’tcare. Roz was so focused on having funfor a change that she didn’t notice their attention anyway.
But Mick Sinatra, her husband,noticed it.
He stood in the back of the ballroom,against the wall, making no secret of where his entire focus was aimed. Although many women in attendance were givingthe dangerously sexy-looking man in the Armani suit loads of side-eyes andpeeps, too, Mick wasn’t giving them any looks at all. He was staring unblinkingly at Roz.
Roz was taking peeps at him, too, inthe midst of her gaiety. She was anactress. She knew how to put on thehappy face. But Mick was no actor, andhis displeasure seeped through his muscle-tight body like a cancer. That was why he wasn’t just taking peeps athis wife, he was outright staring. Somuch so that his big brother, “Big Daddy” Charles Sinatra, who stood nearby,felt as if Mick’s stare wasn’t just about watching Roz, but more about making adecision. He felt as if Mick was tryingto decide if his long-time ladylove, whose behavior the week prior had angeredand hurt him mightily, was worth it.
But when one of those young, singlemen in the dance train moved beside Roz and slyly placed his hand on her hip,and Charles saw Mick stand erect from that backwall as if he was about to go overthere and show that bastard the error of his ways, Charles hurried to the youngstud. And calmly, but firmly, took himby the arm.
“Move it along, son,” Charleswhispered to the young man, removing the guy’s hand from Roz’s hip. Roz hadn’t even noticed the guy, untilCharles came over.
But the young man didn’t see wherehe’d done anything wrong. He looked atCharles with a puzzled look in his eyes. “Why am I required to move? Whatdid I do?” he asked him.
“Beat it, son,” Charles said. “If you value your life, beat it.”
“But what did I do?”
“This woman, whom you have beentrying to cop a feel-on all evening,” Charles said, “happens to be the wife ofMick Sinatra.”
The young man’s eyes grew wide withfear.
“Uh-huh. That’s what you did,” Charles said. “Now beat it!”
The young man didn’t have to be toldtwice. He hurried away from Roz so fastand so far that he didn’t stop speed-walking until he was clean out of thatballroom. Charles looked at Mick. Mick placed the sole of one of his leathershoes back against that backwall, and leaned back again. Disaster averted, Charles thought.
But the fact still remained: what onearth was going on with Mick and Roz?
That was the hot topic ofconversation at the huge wedding of Amelia and Hammer Reese, and even more soat their Canadian reception. Everybodywanted to know why the power couple of all power couples wasn’t showing theunited front they almost always showed in public. Instead, Roz was on one side of theroom. Mick was on the other side. Why? Whathappened?
But not one human being in that roomdared ask the question. They figured Rozwasn’t the problem and was trying to have some fun, so they weren’t about toapproach her. But they couldn’t justwalk over and breech a subject like that with Mick either. Not even the big guns in the family, fromcasino mogul Reno Gabrini, to business mogul Tommy Gabrini, to major mob bosshimself Sal Gabrini, dared ask. But Salwasn’t above trying to get somebody other than himself to ask it.
“Reno?” Sal said to his cousin as theGabrini men stood together with glasses of champagne in their hands and watchedtheir women danced in the group dance train too.
“What?” Reno answered him. “And it better not be none of your bullshit.”
“Why don’t you shuffle your sorry asson over there and ask Uncle Mick what’s up with him
