Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Chapter 114 Street Confrontation Erupts

Dominic’s POV

"Good morning, household!" I strode into the kitchen Monday morning, feeling particularly satisfied after reviewing the weekend’s laundering reports. My entrance was met with warm laughter and a chorus of greetings that filled our heavily secured penthouse with positive energy.

"Kids, hurry up and brush those teeth. We can’t have you late for school," Gemma urged Carmen and Vincenzo, who were still finishing their breakfast under the watchful eyes of our armed security detail stationed discreetly throughout the residence.

Brandon, our head of personal security, placed his empty coffee cup in the sink and headed toward the door with his usual alert demeanor. "I’ll be conducting the perimeter sweep, children," he announced as Maia, one of our trained female bodyguards, followed him out to prepare the armored vehicles.

I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around Gemma from behind. "Good morning, Songbird," I whispered, planting a lingering kiss on her lips that made my blood surge with the same intensity I felt during high-stakes territory negotiations.

She returned my embrace, her arms circling my neck as she whispered seductively in my ear, "Good morning, my dangerous man. We have the fortress all to ourselves this morning."

My excitement surged instantly. "I’ll get these kids moving at record speed," I promised, but Gemma pulled me toward the reinforced steel table, insisting I sit down for breakfast first.

Carmen and Vincenzo finished their morning routine in a flurry, shouting barely comprehensible goodbyes as they dashed out the door surrounded by their security escort. Everything felt perfect in our controlled domain, and I couldn’t wait to have some quality alone time with my queen.

We had just settled in the bulletproof living room, discussing our plans for managing the week’s operations with the children, when the encrypted doorbell interrupted our conversation. Gemma went to check the security monitor, and in waltzed Xavier as if he owned half the Thorne territory.

"Good morning, power couple!" he announced, throwing himself onto the Italian leather couch. He was dressed casually today but still carried his signature concealed weapons and radiated his usual lethal confidence.

I frowned slightly. "Don’t you have collections to oversee?" I asked, already sensing that my plans for alone time with Gemma were evaporating like smoke from a rival’s burning warehouse.

"Well, you and Gemma extended your operational break, and I thought that was a brilliant strategy. So I delegated my street work too. My redhead is handling some enforcement business though, and I was restless as hell alone at my compound. Figured I’d come strategize with you two instead," Xavier explained with infuriating calmness.

"And you thought that was a good tactical decision?" I questioned, noticing Gemma laughing as she sat beside me, her hand instinctively checking the concealed blade at her thigh.

"Absolutely! Nothing better than coordination time with fellow soldiers," Xavier replied with a broad smile, throwing a wink at Gemma. "But I actually came to summon you both to Caleb’s. He’s also suspended his direct oversight operations."

"Do I even have a choice in this chain of command?" I asked, feeling my irritation rise like the temperature in our private interrogation room.

"None whatsoever!" Xavier’s grin widened impossibly further, his hand resting casually on his holstered weapon.

I sighed dramatically. "Fine. I’m going to change into proper meeting attire." I headed upstairs, muttering tactical curses under my breath.

A short while later, we arrived at Caleb’s heavily fortified compound. He greeted us with an unexpectedly serious expression that immediately triggered my combat instincts and put me on high alert.

"I thought Ivy would’ve improved your disposition by now, Caleb," I teased, trying to assess the threat level in the atmosphere.

"She did, but you two are driving me to consider extreme measures," Caleb replied, fixing Xavier and me with the stern look he usually reserved for territorial negotiations. I realized this wasn’t a casual strategy session.

"What’s the situation report?" I demanded, my patience evaporating like blood on concrete.

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