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  “How can you turn us
down?” Palameri was shocked.   “We just
tossed our very soul out to you, and you tossed it back?   What are you afraid of?”
    Even the
other two men looked at Palameri.   Then
they looked at Reno as Reno’s jaw tightened.   But he wasn’t getting in any balls-squeezing contest with this
prick.   “Get out,” he said.
    Parks tried
to pull Palameri along with them, but Palameri jerked away from him.   “You used to be the shit, Reno,” he
said.   “Men used to fear you with a
trembling fear.   What happened to that
man?   Why is he running around like some
hen?”
    Reno began
walking from behind his desk.  
    “Palmie,
come on,” Parks said.   He was terrified
for his friend.
    But Palameri
wasn’t thinking about anybody else.   His
eyes were on Reno.   “I used to look up to
you like that too.   Reno looked out for
the little guy.   We could always count on
Reno.   Shit, he’s the most powerful man
in Vegas, even that magazine said so.   Why wouldn’t we look up to a man like that?   Now look at you.   Caught jungle fever and became a patsy.”
    Reno was in
his face now, and Palameri stood his ground.   The other two men quickly backed away.   But Palameri needed Reno’s help far more than the other two men did.   He was out the most by Provensano’s
moves.   He stood his ground.   Reno had to respect a man who stood his
ground.
    But instead
of respecting the man who just called him a patsy, Reno took his hand, placed
it on the back of the man’s neck, and then shoved his face down onto the desk
so hard that it immediately gashed and drew blood.     And Reno showed no mercy.   He continued to pound Palameri’s face into
the desk.   “This patsy,” he said, “told
you to get your ass out of his office.   This patsy,” he continued to pound, “is not going to tell you
again.”   He lifted Palameri’s bloody head
up once and for all.   “Now get the fuck
out of my life and stay the fuck out.”   Reno tossed him toward his buddies.   “Before I really kick your ass,” he added.
    The other
two corralled Palameri as they hurried out of Reno’s office.   Palameri looked back at him, with an eye
already nearly swollen shut, but he quickly looked away.   He had forgotten who he was talking to.   He had forgotten who he was dealing with.
    And when the
door closed shut, Reno ran his hands through his already messy hair and
exhaled.   This shit was taking a toll on
him too.
    He went to
his adjoining bathroom, grabbed a towel, and cleaned up the blood stains from
his desk.   Then he went back into the
bathroom, tossed the towel in the waste basket, and washed his hands.   Then he walked back behind his desk, and
plopped down.   He was too emotionally
spent to work.   He pressed his intercom
button, and asked for Quinn to come in.   She was in his office in seconds.
    “Yes, sir?”
she asked, hurrying to his desk.   She had
seen the state of one of the men who had just left the office.   She wanted to know what had happened
too.  
    But Reno
wasn’t sharing his personal business with her.   He wanted to know about the cops.   “Are they still upstairs, or have they cleared out?” he asked.
    “They’re
gone,” Quinn said.   “Mr. Sinatra, of
course, was moved to a different room while the police cordoned off that area.”
    “Any
complaints from Sinatra?”
    “No,
sir.   None.”
    Reno
nodded.   “Good.   I’ll invite him to dinner tomorrow night, if
he’s still in town.   That’s the least I
can do.”
    Quinn was
pleased to hear it.   She was going to
figure out a way to wiggle herself an invitation too.   Mick, understandably, didn’t want to bother
with her tonight, but she would see to him bothering her tomorrow night.   After dinner.
    “Anything
else?” she asked her boss.
    “That’s it,”
Reno said, and Quinn left.
    Less than
five minutes later, while Reno was still trying to decompress, Trina