Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: Chapter 19 High Stakes Showdown

Blood Money Games

Dominic’s POV

I gathered with my crew at the Thorne family’s exclusive establishment within the Social Union, ready to back Caleb through his latest catastrophe with Ivy. Sure, she had every right to demand blood after what went down, but loyalty in our world meant standing by your Don even when he’d royally screwed the famiglia. What had me on edge was Jude and Finn’s intelligence that our women were coordinating some kind of calculated retaliation campaign, all thanks to Caleb’s spectacular mess.

Finn dropped the bombshell that Zoe had assembled all the girls under Ivy’s direct orders, and my mind raced wondering where they could be plotting our systematic destruction. In our line of work, when the women started conspiring, bodies usually followed.

"Anyone have intel on their current location?" I pressed, hoping to extract Gemma before whatever feminine warfare they were orchestrating escalated into something that required cleanup crews. We had plans tonight, and maybe I could pull her from their war council before things got messy.

"Zoe shut me down hard and made it crystal clear it’s none of our goddamn business," Finn muttered, visibly shaken. Sometimes I suspected he was genuinely terrified of his girlfriend, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. Zoe had personally disappeared men who’d crossed her, and that was just recently.

"We could track them down through our network if we really tried," Xavier suggested with that reckless gleam in his eye. "Jude, you’ve got surveillance access on Nora’s movements, right?"

"Absolutely not, Xavier. The last time I pulled that surveillance stunt, she nearly slit my throat in my sleep, and I swore on my mother’s grave never to cross that line again. And that disaster was helping you out..." Jude’s voice carried genuine terror.

"I’ll reach out to Gemma directly. We had concrete arrangements for today," I said, pulling out my encrypted phone and crafting what I hoped was an irresistible message.

"Hey gorgeous, did you sleep well? Are you home? What time should I come collect you?"

Her response arrived within seconds, which somehow made my chest tighten with dangerous anticipation.

"Hey handsome, slept like an angel. How about you? Unfortunately, I can’t see you today, I’m with the girls."

Exactly what I’d suspected. They were definitely coordinating something, and in our world, coordination usually meant someone was about to pay in blood. I decided to push harder.

"I spent the entire night fantasizing about seeing you again. Tell me where you are, and I’ll just stop by for a minute."

"Smooth operator, Dominic!" Xavier leaned over my shoulder, reading the exchange with obvious excitement.

My phone buzzed again, but when I opened the message, it wasn’t from Gemma. It was from Zoe, and my blood ran cold like ice water.

"Frost, I’m confident Finn already relayed my message, since my prince follows orders so beautifully. But in case you missed it, let me be crystal clear: WHERE WE ARE IS ABSOLUTELY NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! Stop harassing Gemma immediately, she’ll contact you when she gets home. Oh, and don’t you dare stumble into the office tomorrow with a hangover."

I passed the phone around, and the guys erupted in nervous laughter while Finn just shook his head in complete defeat.

"What choice do I have? She controls every aspect of my existence. The worst part is how incredibly arousing I find her dominance!" Finn’s admission triggered another round of uncomfortable laughter.

"She terrorizes me too, Finn, but I’m genuinely afraid she’ll have me whacked," I admitted, which only made everyone laugh harder.

"Well, at least we’ve identified the supreme commander of the girlfriends’ alliance," Caleb observed grimly.

"You know what, let’s reclaim some dignity. A serious poker game will restore our masculine pride," Xavier suggested, and we all agreed it was exactly what we needed as we headed to the Union’s high-stakes casino floor.

The moment we entered the private gaming area, Beatrix materialized with her usual pack of social climbing parasites and immediately attached herself to us like a blood-sucking leech.

"Darling! What a delicious surprise finding you here!" Beatrix draped herself across my shoulders, deliberately pressing her silicon enhancements against my face.

"Beatrix, back the hell off. I’m here for a private game with my family," I responded coldly, trying to create distance before I had to get physical.

"Don’t be such a killjoy, sweetheart. We’ll provide excellent entertainment," Beatrix persisted with predatory determination. "And I’m calling Yara right now, Caleb. You absolutely must apologize to that princess."

"For Christ’s sake, Beatrix, leave that spoiled mafia princess alone. I have nothing to apologize for, and you need to stay out of family business before you get hurt," Caleb’s voice carried genuine menace that would have sent most people running.

"Don’t worry about Yara, I’ll take excellent care of Caleb," Mina purred, pressing herself against him while he looked ready to commit actual violence.

"This gorgeous mystery man is new. Won’t you introduce us properly?" Rick was practically molesting Finn with her aggressive advances.

"Out of line doesn’t begin to cover this disrespect," Xavier added grimly. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

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