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BRENT
SINATRA:

ALL
OF ME

(
BOOK ONE)

By

MALLORY
MONROE

 
 

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Mallory Monroe

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INTERRACIAL
ROMANCE SERIES

BY
BESTSELLING AUTHOR

MALLORY
MONROE:

 

THE SINATRAS OF JERICHO COUNTY

SERIES IN ORDER:

 

BIG DADDY SINATRA

THERE WAS A RUTHLESS MAN

BOOK ONE

 

BIG DADDY SINATRA 2

IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU

BOOK TWO

 

BIG DADDY SINATRA 3

THE BEST OF MY LOVE

 
 

THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND

SERIES IN ORDER:

 

THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND

 

THE PRESIDENT’S GIRLFRIEND 2:

HIS WOMEN AND HIS WIFE

 

DUTCH AND GINA:

A SCANDAL IS BORN

 

DUTCH AND GINA:

AFTER THE FALL

 

DUTCH AND GINA:

THE POWER OF LOVE

 

DUTCH AND GINA:

THE SINS OF THE FATHERS

 

DUTCH AND GINA:

WHAT HE DID FOR LOVE

 

FOR THE LOVE OF GINA

BOOK EIGHT

 
 

THE MOB BOSS SERIES

IN ORDER:

 

ROMANCING THE MOB BOSS

 

MOB BOSS 2:

THE HEART OF THE MATTER

 

MOB BOSS 3:

LOVE AND RETRIBUTION

 

MOB BOSS 4:

ROMANCING TRINA GABRINI

 

A MOB BOSS CHRISTMAS:

THE PREGNANCY

(Mob Boss 5)

 

MOB BOSS 6:

THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI

 

RENO’S GIFT

BOOK 7

 

RENO GABRINI:

A MAN IN FULL

BOOK 8

 

RENO AND TRINA:

GETTING BACK TO LOVE

BOOK 9

 

RENO AND SON:

DON’T MESS WITH JIM

BOOK 10

 

MOB BOSS ELEVEN

THE WRONG ONE

BOOK 11

 

RENO AND TRINA

IN THE SHADOWS OF LOVE

BOOK 12

 

THE GABRINI MEN SERIES

IN ORDER:

 

ROMANCING TOMMY GABRINI

 

ROMANCING SAL GABRINI

 

TOMMY GABRINI 2:

A PLACE IN HIS HEART

 

SAL GABRINI 2:

A WOMAN’S TOUCH

 

TOMMY GABRINI 3:

GRACE UNDER FIRE

 

SAL GABRINI 3:

HARD LOVE

 

SAL GABRINI 4:

I’LL TAKE YOU THERE

 

TOMMY GABRINI 4:

DAPPER TOM BEGIN AGAIN

 

 
SAL
GABRINI 5:

UNTIL YOU COME BACK TO ME

 

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LOVING HER SOUL MATE

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

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

EPILOGUE

 

PROLOGUE

April 27, 2015

Early Monday Morning

 
 

The patrol car sped through the streets of Jericho and blew
through yet another red light on its way to a disturbance call.
 
Noise had been heard in a motel room, a guest
complained, so the manager called it in.

“Guy beat up girl, what else?” Westin, the patrolman on the
passenger seat, predicted.

“If you weren’t as lazy as you most certainly are and
actually got to know this particular neighborhood,” said Belcher, the older cop
and the driver, “then you wouldn’t think to say something like that.”

“So a guy can’t beat up a girl in this neighborhood?
 
Is that what you want me to believe?
 
What’s so special about this neighborhood?”

“Nothing,” Belcher responded.
 
“That’s the point.
 
But what fun
is a guy beating up a girl?
 
How about a
guy beating on a trick and the trick beating him back?
 
Or a guy beating up a drag queen he didn’t
know was in drag?
 
Now I’d love to see
that particular disturbance.”

Westin laughed, and then added his two cents.
 
“How about this,” he said.
 
“Guy’s wife shows up and beat the crap out of
him and the fairy, then the fairy beat the crap out of the wife.
 
Now that would be a joy to see.”

Belcher laughed and blew through yet another red light, and
then hung a hard left, as their patrol car headed for the scene.

When they arrived at what the locals called the
Quick Hit
motel but was officially
called the Super Fin, another patrol car had just driven up too and Eddie
Rivers, their captain, was stepping out.

Belcher’s cheerfulness left and a look of disdain appeared on
his round face.
 
“It’s Rivers,
dammit.
 
How could he beat us here?” He
pulled up alongside the captain’s car.

“Somebody always beat us to the show,” Westin replied,
equally despondent.

“It’s like he doesn’t trust us to handle calls anymore.”

“It’s because you take too long,” Westin complained.
 
“If you didn’t drive like some old lady we
wouldn’t always be number two.
 
Now we’re
number two.
 
We’re back-up again.
 
Great!”

“Just come on,” Belcher said frustratingly as they unbuckled
and began getting out.

Captain Eddie Rivers, a tall black man with a friendly,
handsome face, smiled as he watched his subordinates get out of their patrol
car.
 
As the result of too many citizen
complaints, Belcher and Westin were among a handful of beat cops on the
Department’s Watch List.
 
They didn’t
know it, but their every move was being carefully scrutinized.

“Hey, Cap,” Belcher said as he and his partner stepped out.

“You’re back-up again I see,” Eddie said with a grin.
 
“I’m going to have to conduct a formal
inquiry into what the problem could possibly be.
 
You guys haven’t been number one all year.”

 
“We were across town,”
Belcher explained.

“You’re always across town.
 
Or just sitting down to eat.
 
Or
just getting up from eating.
 
Or
whatever.
 
Excuses, excuses.
 
You’ll never advance with so many excuses,
Belch.”

“Yes, sir,” Belcher said, although he wanted to roll his eyes
and give that asshole Eddie Rivers a piece of his mind.
 
But Eddie outranked him.
 
Eddie was the second highest ranked cop on
the entire Force.
 
“We need to talk to
the manager,” Belcher said instead, as if he was the one in charge.
 
“He called in the complaint.
 
We need to get his story and get the
key.
 
Let’s go.”

“Let’s nothing,” Eddie said, stopping them.
 
“You two wait out here in case something goes
down.
 
That’s what happens to slow-ass
patrolmen who never get to the scene on time.
 
That’s what back-ups do
.
 
I’ll
talk to the manager.”

Eddie headed into the shabby lobby of the shabby motel.

Belcher looked at Westin and shook his head.
 
“What an asshole,” he said.

When Eddie came back out of the lobby, all three officers
made their way to the side of the motel, to a room with a view: a view of the
garbage bin.
 
The room also had another
advantage: the door was slightly ajar.
 

“Bingo,” Eddie said.
 
Because they now had probable cause.
  
Instead of announcing who they were, they could now push the door open
since, technically, it was already open.
 
Eddie nodded to his backup, both patrolmen pulled out their weapons, and
Eddie pushed the door until it was wide open.
 

First they saw the blood.
 
Given their training, their eyes followed the blood.
 
It led to the middle of the room, to a body
lying in a prone position: male, white, covered in blood.
 

And then they saw a child, male, who couldn’t be more than
ten or eleven, sitting on the floor beside the body with a big butcher’s knife
in his hand.
 
The knife dripped fresh
blood.
 
At first they thought he was a
black kid.
 
But when he looked up, they
realized he was just as white as he was black.
 
A biracial kid.
 
Wavy black
hair.
 
Piercing green eyes.
 
Familiar
.

But Westin didn’t see some innocent kid.
 
He didn’t see some familiar kid either.
 
He saw a perp.
 
He saw a dangerous thug.
 
He nervously aimed his gun at the child as if
the child was his mortal enemy.
 
“Drop
the weapon now or you’re a dead motherfucker!” he yelled.

Eddie couldn’t believe it.
 
He grabbed his patrolman by the catch of his collar and slammed him
against the door.
 
“He’s a kid, you
fucking idiot!
 
What are you talking
about?
 
You gonna shoot a kid?”

“He killed that man,” Westin blared back.
 
“He’s a killer, Cap!”

Eddie was angry.
 
Because this was the problem with these yahoos on the Force.
 
They leaped to conclusions based on too
little information and worried about the consequences later.
 
If their asses were this nervous they
shouldn’t be cops.
 
“Holster that weapon
and holster it now,” Eddie ordered.

It was obvious that Westin didn’t agree with that order, but
he holstered his weapon.

“Get outside and call for an ambulance,” Eddie said to Westin
as he released him from his grasp.

“Yes, sir.”

“And get the Techs out here too.
 
Stay outside until they arrive.
 
We don’t want to rile the kid any more than
you already have.”

“Yes, sir.”
 
Westin
left the room.

Eddie then looked at the young boy.
 
“Drop the knife, son,” he said, his voice far
calmer than the one he had just used with Westin.
 
“We aren’t going to hurt you.
 
We will not harm you, I promise.
 
But I need you to put that knife down.”

As if it was a sign of surrender, the knife simply fell from
the boy’s small hand and onto the bloodstained carpet.
 
Eddie then nodded to Belcher.
 
Belcher holstered his weapon and carefully
moved around the body and the knife, to preserve as much of the crime scene
evidence as he possibly could, and then made his way up to the youngster.

“What’s your name?” Eddie asked the child as Belcher
approached him.
 
But the boy said
nothing.
 
He looked away from Eddie, and
back at that dead body.

Belcher put on a pair of his standard-issue crime scene
gloves.
 
He leaned over, put two fingers
against the man’s neck, to check for a pulse.
 
He looked back up at Eddie and shook his head.
 
Then he stood the child up by the catch of
his arm, without the child resisting, and began to pat him down.

“Are you from around here, son?” Eddie asked as Belcher
continued to frisk the suspect.
 
“Do your
folks live in Jericho?”

Belcher felt a piece of paper in the pocket of the jeans the
child wore.
 
He pulled out the paper.

“What happened here?” Eddie asked the child, but the child
remained unresponsive.
  
“Do you know the
guy on the floor?
 
Do you know who did
this to him?”
 
Still nothing.

Belcher opened the carefully folded piece of paper from the
kid’s pocket.
 
As soon as he saw what was
written on it, his mouth gaped open.
 
Then he looked at his captain with shock on his face.

“What?” Eddie asked.
 
“What is it?”

Belcher, still holding onto the child’s arm, pulled the child
along as he made his way over to his captain.
 
Then he handed him the piece of paper.
 

Eddie looked at the paper.
 
And was floored too.
 
There was
only a scribbled name on the sheet.
 
One
name.
 
But it was the name itself that
astounded them.

Brent Sinatra, Jr.
 

And that was when it all clicked.
 
That was why that child looked so familiar to
them.
 
It wasn’t because they’d seen him
around town as they had assumed was the reason.
 
It was because he was the spitting image of their boss.
 
He was the spitting image of Chief of Police
Brent Sinatra.
 

Belcher, who was still shocked, stared at the dead body, and
then looked at the boy.
 
“Whoever put
that paper in this kid’s pocket wanted us to know who he belonged to.”

Eddie nodded.
 
“Looks
that way.”

Belcher looked at his superior.
 
“This is bad, Cap, isn’t it?”

“A boy who could very well be the chief’s son was just found
sitting beside a dead body with what appears to be the murder weapon in his
hand?
 
Yeah, Belch.
 
I’d say that’s bad.”

“What are we going to do?”

“You and Bonnie Fife out there are going to stay here and
wait for the Evidence Techs to process the scene.
 
I’ll call Robbery/Homicide and get a
detective out here to supervise.
 
I’ll
take the kid downtown.”

“You gonna call the chief?”

Eddie looked at Belcher.
 
“Who else is going to do it?
 
You?”
 
Eddie looked at the dead
body, and then the kid again.
 
“I’ll have
to be the one to tell the chief.”

Belcher shook his head.
 
“God help you,” he said.
 
“Chief
ain’t gonna like this.”

 
“Tell me something I
don’t already know,” Eddie said with bite in his voice.
 
Then he placed his arm across the kid’s
shoulder, and tried to smile at him.
 
But
the kid missed it.
 
He was too busy
looking at that bloody body.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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