Dominic’s POV
I barely registered the black SUV pulling up to the Thorne family warehouse district or the women stepping out in formation. Zoe, my most ruthless intelligence operative, arrived already savoring the carnage unfolding before us like she was watching her favorite execution.
"That’s it, Gemma! Show that snake she picked the wrong Capo’s woman to mess with!" Zoe called out, her eyes gleaming with the kind of satisfaction she usually reserved for interrogations gone right.
"Zoe, for Christ’s sake, help me separate them," I pleaded desperately, completely out of my element. In all my years running the family’s money laundering operations, I’d never felt this helpless.
She shot me a look that could have frozen blood. "Don’t you dare interfere, Frost! Let Gemma purge this poison from our territory." Then she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted like she was calling hits at a street execution, "Gemma! Grind that treacherous face right into the asphalt!"
"Zoe!" I barked, but the damage was already done.
Gemma had Beatrix pinned face-first against the rough concrete of the warehouse loading dock, one fist twisted in her hair while her knee pressed firmly between Beatrix’s shoulder blades. Beatrix was completely immobilized, her screams for mercy echoing through the industrial complex. The cold determination in Gemma’s dark eyes was the same look I’d seen on veteran soldiers before they pulled triggers.
"Listen carefully, you backstabbing parasite," Gemma hissed directly into Beatrix’s ear, loud enough for everyone in our circle to hear. "Don’t ever show your face in Dominic’s territory again."
"Let me go! You’re breaking my ribs, you psychotic bitch!" Beatrix wailed, tears streaming down her face as she tasted concrete and her own blood.
I spotted Xavier and Caleb rushing toward the scene from the warehouse entrance, but they were quickly intercepted by Ivy and Ruby, who had arrived with Zoe and now formed a human wall with the efficiency of trained bodyguards.
"Finish her, Gemma! Break that lying whore’s nose!" Zoe hollered gleefully, sounding like she was placing bets at an underground fighting ring. She turned to me with a predatory grin. "Actually, I think I’ll lend a hand." Before I could react, she thrust her Hermès bag into my hands and kicked off her designer heels like she was preparing for a hit.
"Melissa..." I watched in horror as my lieutenant joined the street brawl.
Zoe crouched down beside the struggling women and grabbed Beatrix’s arm, twisting it behind her back with the precision of someone who’d learned anatomy for all the wrong reasons.
"LET ME GOOO... I DIDN’T BETRAY ANYONE," Beatrix shrieked, her voice raw with terror and pain.
"Don’t play innocent with us," Gemma growled, applying more pressure. "Everyone in this family knows exactly what you’ve been feeding to our enemies."
Zoe leaned in close to Beatrix’s ear, her voice dropping to the deadly whisper she used during family interrogations. "The last woman who tried to play both sides of a territory war had to flee to South America for reconstructive surgery..." Her tone was eerily calm as she applied calculated pressure to Beatrix’s arm joint.
"For the love of all that’s holy, someone help me separate these three before we all end up in federal custody!" I was already envisioning spending many years in maximum security.
"Don’t worry about legal complications, Dominic," Lila called from her position near the warehouse entrance. "If anything goes sideways, Daniel will handle it. The department owes Gemma protection after that mess with Nick."
"Get these lunatics off me!" Beatrix pleaded through sobs, her voice breaking.
"Lunatic, am I?" Zoe laughed with the dark humor of someone who’d seen too many bodies drop. "Oh yes, I am. You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful today."
"But unfortunately for you, sweetheart," Gemma added, tightening her grip on Beatrix’s hair with surgical precision, "I’m feeling exactly the opposite of merciful!"
That’s when I spotted Daniel arriving with Finn, both men moving with the measured urgency of law enforcement who’d seen worse. I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or terrified. At this rate, Gemma and Zoe were definitely heading for a very uncomfortable conversation with Internal Affairs.


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