Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 280

Chapter 280: Chapter 64 Dawn of Forgiveness

Dominic’s POV

Gemma and I remained locked in our embrace for what felt like hours. My mind drifted through memories I’d buried deep—painful recollections of blood, betrayal, and the father who’d destroyed everything our family had built. These were secrets I’d never shared with another soul, wounds that festered in the darkness of my position as Capo. Yet somehow, feeling her arms around me, offering silent understanding, began to heal those raw scars Marcus had carved into my psyche.

When we finally separated, I gazed into her eyes with absolute conviction. If not her, then no one would ever stand beside me in this brutal world, helping me overcome the shadows of my past in the Thorne organization.

"Come back to me, Gemma, forever," I whispered, voice barely audible above the distant sounds of the harbor.

"Dominic..." she exhaled softly. "After I caught you together, did you really go to that horse ranch with her?"

"Yes." Truth was agony but necessary between us.

"Why would you go?" Her question carried the weight of everything we’d been through.

"Because she sent me a voice message claiming rival forces had put a price on her head and she was going to overdose rather than face their interrogation. She threatened to kill herself if I didn’t meet her. I can show you the recording."

"I don’t need to see it." Gemma turned away, crossing her arms defensively against the morning chill.

"Gemma, I don’t have feelings for her, but I couldn’t ignore a death threat against someone connected to family business. I’d been involved with her for years when she worked the high-stakes games at Social Union," I confessed, knowing it wouldn’t help my case but needing complete transparency. "The very least I could do was assess the situation and offer protection as a former associate." I emphasized those last words deliberately. "Nothing more."

"Just that?"

"Just that," I confirmed without hesitation. "I found her at her usual spa with her accounts frozen by federal investigation. I paid her tab and got her out before the Feds could trace the connection back to our operations. Can you imagine the exposure risk if she’d been arrested at a place where everyone knows she’s connected to our circles?"

"Don’t expect sympathy from me!" Gemma snapped.

"I’m asking for understanding," I clarified. "After the spa, I drove her to her father’s import business, where she discovered the Feds had seized everything in a RICO investigation. She completely broke down, and her father was too busy destroying evidence to deal with her emotional state. He dismissed her without consideration for the danger she’d face alone."

"So?"

"So I was going to take her to a safe house, but she begged me to go to the ranch instead, claiming she needed to retrieve something valuable before the federal seizure. I agreed because I needed to ensure nothing there could compromise our money laundering operations."

"And then what happened?"

"Damn it, Gemma!" My frustration surfaced with the edge that came from years of commanding soldiers. "Nothing happened between us, understand? We spent the afternoon there while she collected whatever personal items she could salvage, and then I dropped her at a secure location. That’s the entire story, I swear on my position in this family!"

"I need more wine." That’s all Gemma said.

"We’ve already finished a bottle!" I pointed out. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"I don’t care! Figure it out! I want more wine!" Her anger was unmistakable, and I recognized the dangerous tone.

"You’re meeting Zoe and the girls in a few hours for Ivy’s wedding preparations," I reminded her, hoping to dissuade her from further drinking.

"And you’ll make sure I wake up ready, beautiful, and hangover-free, but right now I-WANT-MORE-WINE!" Her volume increased, and I knew better than to argue with justified fury from the woman I’d nearly lost.

I retrieved another bottle from the wine cooler in my penthouse kitchen. When I returned, she was staring blankly at the harbor lights. I filled her glass, which she emptied in one continuous gulp, then gestured for a refill. After her second glass from the new bottle, the alcohol’s effects were becoming evident.

"When does this damn sun actually rise?" Gemma asked, her irritation softening into something I found endearingly vulnerable.

"It’s already the early morning hours; sunrise will be soon." I pulled her close, and we sat embracing in comfortable silence, the weight of family business temporarily forgotten.

She finished the second bottle entirely by herself. Her eyes were heavy, fighting to stay open as the first rays of sunlight appeared over Port Serenity. Looking down at her head against my chest, I noticed her eyes sparkle and a smile spread across her face.

The sun performed its daily miracle, lazily climbing the sky, transforming darkness into brilliant light, heralding a new day and renewing my hopes—after all, she was here in my arms, wasn’t she? Yes, she was. She nestled closer, and gradually her eyes closed as she drifted into deep slumber.

I held her tighter, kissed her forehead, and sighed contentedly. This woman was my personal salvation. I fell asleep surrounded by her scent and the warmth of my sun against my skin.

Our rest was brief. By mid-morning, I had to wake her—we had commitments to help with Ivy and Caleb’s wedding preparations. As expected, she woke with a severe hangover, so I provided her with headache medication, anti-nausea tablets, and an antacid, all washed down with fresh orange juice.

"Can you even stand?" I asked gently.

"Ughh..." she groaned. "Yes. Why did you let me drink so much?" I couldn’t help laughing.

"Because you were angry with me," I said, holding her close and giving her a quick kiss. "And I’d do anything, absolutely anything for you!"

"I wanted to drink, but not get hungover." She rested her head against my chest.

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