Gemma’s POV
Dominic’s Bentley pulled up to the Thorne family’s legitimate front building Monday morning, the engine purring like a predator at rest. Our weekend had been intoxicating, filled with stolen moments and whispered promises, though the shadow of his father Marcus’s venom still poisoned our happiness. I could see the tension in Dominic’s jaw, the way his fingers drummed against the steering wheel when he thought I wasn’t looking.
The mysterious letter I’d received felt like a lead weight in my purse, but I refused to burden Dominic with another threat. His father’s schemes had already caused enough damage to our relationship.
"I’ll pick you up tonight," Dominic murmured against my ear as I gathered my things, his breath sending shivers down my spine despite the lingering dangers surrounding us.
Walking into Thorne Enterprises, I felt energized despite everything. Caleb had given me a mission that morning to gather the staff from our money laundering front operation. Ivy was making her triumphant return to the family, and we needed to control the narrative before loose tongues created problems for our operations.
"What fresh hell are you dragging us into now, bitch?" Monica’s voice dripped with her usual venom as I approached her desk. Our pet names for each other had become a twisted ritual of mutual hatred, though she had no idea how close she was dancing to real danger.
"Boss’s orders, whore. Just smile and pretend you’re useful for once," I shot back with saccharine sweetness, watching her face flush crimson. In the Thorne family’s world, disrespect could be lethal, but Monica was too stupid to understand the game she was playing.
Xavier’s arrival interrupted our verbal sparring match, his easy smile masking the deadly enforcer beneath. "Morning, ladies. Everything alright here?"
"Just peachy," I replied smoothly. "Xavier, Caleb wants everyone in the reception area. He’s got an announcement about family business."
When Don Caleb walked through those glass doors with Ivy beside him, I watched Monica’s face transform into a mask of barely contained fury. Her knuckles went white as she gripped her coffee mug, and I could practically see the wheels turning in her calculating mind. She had no idea that questioning the boss’s woman was a death sentence in our world.
Ivy’s warm greeting to me as an old friend was the final nail in Monica’s coffin. The woman looked ready to combust on the spot, her professional facade cracking like cheap paint under pressure.
After the crowd dispersed, Monica cornered me near the reception desk, her eyes blazing with malice. "So the little bitch is friends with the boss’s queen? How convenient for you."
"Jealousy really doesn’t suit you, whore," I said, turning toward the break room with deliberate nonchalance.
That’s when I heard it - the soft beep of her phone dialing an extension. I ducked behind the corner, listening as she whispered frantically into the receiver. Roman’s extension, no doubt. My pulse quickened with anticipation as I realized she was about to make a fatal mistake.
"Well, well," I said, emerging from my hiding spot as she hung up. "Making unauthorized calls about family business?"
"Mind your own damn business," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"Tell me, do you always run to your boyfriend with confidential information?" I asked with mock concern. "What would Don Caleb think about his employees sharing intelligence with outside contacts?"
Her face went pale, then flushed red. "Don’t threaten me, you little bitch. You have no idea what I’m capable of."
"Oh, I’m terrified," I said, pulling out my phone with theatrical flair. "But since we’re sharing secrets, let me show you something interesting."
The blood drained from her face as I turned my screen toward her, showing the video I’d captured of her intimate encounter with Roman. I’d been careful to frame it so his face wasn’t visible - couldn’t have her figuring out that I knew exactly who her mystery man was or his connections to rival families.
"Delete that right now!" she shrieked, lunging for my phone like a desperate animal.


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