Ivy’s POV
"Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little firecracker finally remembering us old soldiers exist," the familiar gravelly voice crackled through the phone’s speaker.
"Hunter, sweetheart, you know family always comes first in our world. How are you managing without backup?" Ruby’s eyes glittered with the kind of mischief that usually meant someone was about to get their world rocked.
"Barely surviving, princess. Could use some proper company since my partner decided to chase opportunities on the Frost Coast," Hunter grumbled, referring to Parker’s recent territory expansion. His voice carried the weight of someone who’d seen too many wars and lost too many brothers.
"Stop being such a drama queen, you old wolf!" Ruby laughed, but her tone carried genuine affection. "But listen carefully, because I’ve got intelligence that’ll make your whole month."
"I’m listening, gorgeous. You know I trust your word above most."
"That complete liability Dominic finally showed his true colors, and Gemma is free to make her own choices," Ruby announced with the satisfaction of someone delivering long-awaited justice.
"You’re pulling my chain! Please tell me you’re not playing games with classified information, Pickles."
"Dead serious as a hit contract. Dominic is officially persona non grata."
"You’re a goddamn angel! I’ve got business to handle, but we’ll debrief soon." Hunter terminated the call with military precision.
Within moments, Gemma’s secure phone buzzed against the marble countertop. She glanced at the encrypted display showing Hunter’s code name before activating speaker mode.
"Hunter, this is unexpected. Are you calling with orders?"
"My beautiful queen, I’m drowning in isolation out here. You know Parker relocated his operations to the Pacific territories, and I’m practically withering from lack of proper counsel," Hunter’s voice carried theatrical despair mixed with genuine loneliness that only former soldiers understood.
"Poor thing, what can I do to provide support?" Gemma asked with the genuine concern of someone who understood the weight of loyalty in their world.
"Your distinguished presence would be the perfect remedy. But I don’t want to overstep boundaries with Frost," Hunter said carefully, navigating the treacherous waters of mafia politics like the seasoned operative he was.
"No concerns there. Frost and I are finished, permanently terminated," Gemma stated with the finality of someone closing a business deal.
"Oh darling, how are you processing the transition? Did that moron cause you operational damage?"
"Like you said, he’s a moron. But I’d rather not waste valuable resources analyzing his incompetence."
"How about a strategic lunch meeting? We could make an entire afternoon operation of it." Gemma looked around at our assembled group, and we all nodded enthusiastically, gesturing for her to accept what was obviously a long-overdue alliance.
"That sounds like an excellent tactical decision. Where should we rendezvous?"
"I’ll personally extract you, my queen. Just transmit me the coordinates."
"The Thorne safe house. I’ll send encrypted location data."
"Give me a few minutes for transport. See you soon, beautiful."
The moment Gemma disconnected, we erupted in knowing laughter. Hunter had been completely captivated by her since their first intelligence briefing.
"Ivy, are you absolutely certain you don’t require additional security here?" Gemma asked, her trained eyes scanning for potential threats.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon)