Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Chapter 85 Insurance Policy

Dominic’s POV 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

I decided to speak with my mother while the others worked on resolving the situation with Gemma. I needed to stop Marcus, but couldn’t do that without discussing it with Mom and Nadia first. So I invited her to lunch at her favorite upscale restaurant in the neutral zone.

"Look who finally remembers his mother! Recently back from your business trip and only now you call me," Mom teased as she arrived, her eyes sparkling despite her complaint. Even at her age, she carried herself with the dignity of a former mafia queen.

"Mom, I brought you to your favorite place," I said, kissing her cheek before pulling out her chair at our private booth.

"Well, in that case, you’re forgiven." She smiled warmly. "How was your trip, darling? Did you find the clarity you were looking for?"

"That, plus some excellent opportunities for expanding our operations. The trip was productive."

"You were gone quite a while," she noted, studying my face with those perceptive eyes that had once helped her navigate the treacherous waters of family politics.

I hesitated before asking, "Not too long, I hope. I heard Gemma is seeing someone now."

"She loves you, Dominic. If she’s with someone else, then fight for her. Are you really going to surrender that easily?"

"No," I said with the determination that had earned me my position as Capo. "I’m not giving up."

The waiter approached our table, and we ordered our meals. As he walked away, I noticed my mother watching me with that perceptive look that always made me feel like she could see straight through my carefully constructed defenses.

"Out with it, Dominic. What do you want?" She tilted her head. "I know you better than you know yourself."

I sighed, glancing around to ensure our conversation remained private. "Mom, Marcus is causing trouble again."

"You should have had him eliminated years ago. Like you told him, he’s nothing but a disgrace to the family name."

My eyebrows shot up. "You know about that confrontation?"

"You were at Gregory’s, Dominic. Everyone in our circle dines there. A friend overheard everything and told me about it." She shook her head. "What are you planning to do?"

"I’m not sure yet. What would you suggest?"

"Talk to Jude. He has what you need to put your father behind bars where he belongs, or better yet, six feet under."

That caught me off guard. "What exactly does Jude have?"

"Evidence." When I looked confused, she continued, "When that incident happened years ago, Caleb’s father helped me handle it. I made mistakes, Dominic, but you remember how unstable Nadia was then. Anything related to your father would send her spiraling into complete breakdown. He had such psychological control over her."

"I remember. We even considered having her committed to a private facility. Her depression was crippling."

"Exactly. As her mother, I was desperate and ended up protecting that monster because of her fragile mental state. But Caleb’s father managed to resolve everything with Jude’s assistance. Then he passed away shortly after, and Jude kept all the documentation. Including video evidence of that violation." Disgust filled her expression. "Dominic, it wasn’t his first time, and I doubt it was his last."

The information left me stressed and deeply concerned about what other atrocities my father might have committed.

"Did you know he pulled strings to silence those harassment accusations from the girls at the Social Union? Even convinced a judge on our payroll to pressure his own daughter into staying quiet."

"No, I had no idea." My anger intensified with each revelation about the man who shared my blood.

"If you’re going to move against him, be smarter and more ruthless than he is. Build an airtight case before you strike."

"I understand. I have detectives on our payroll willing to help."

"That’s good."

"What about Nadia? How will she handle this when it goes public?"

"We’ve already had that difficult conversation. She wants us to do the right thing this time. We need to protect Gemma from him."

I exhaled slowly. "So you already know about his threats against her too."

"Gregory’s," she reminded me with a small smile, referencing her well-connected friend who’d witnessed my father’s menacing behavior.

My phone rang—Zoe’s name flashing on the screen. I answered and listened, my blood pressure rising with each word she reported. By the time I hung up, I was ready to commit murder.

"What happened?" Mom asked, alarmed by the murderous expression on my face.

"That was Zoe. She’s with Gemma. My father has been calling her repeatedly since I got back. He won’t leave her alone."

Mom’s face hardened with the cold fury of a woman who had once ordered executions. "Then make him stop permanently."

After lunch, we went directly to Nadia’s house in the secured family compound. To my surprise, my sister was remarkably composed and resolute about our next steps.

"Brother, I’ve cut that man out of my life completely. It took years, and I’m still working through the trauma, but after everything I’ve learned, I just want him gone," Nadia said with newfound steel in her voice. "I have a daughter, Dominic. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if someone like him did to her what he does to other women. End this now."

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