Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357: Chapter 141 Poisoned Family Gift

Gemma’s POV

I rattled off the names of everyone affected to Andrew, and alarm immediately filled his steel-gray eyes. The Thorne family’s consigliere instructed me to gather everyone in the main hall of the compound. I dashed through the corridors, finding my mother in her guest quarters, clearly ill from the poisoned chocolates. I asked Ryder, one of Dominic’s trusted soldiers, to help her to the hall. Next, I located Nadia and Bee together in the east wing, both looking frighteningly weak. I called for Zander and the other enforcers to assist with them. In the marble bathroom, I discovered Xavier retching violently.

"We need to get to the family clinic immediately. They’ve been poisoned," Andrew announced, his voice carrying the cold authority of someone who’d seen too much violence. "Let’s get them into two armored vehicles. I’ll ride in one and Zander in the other to monitor their conditions. Ryder, you drive the lead car, Caleb the second. Gemma, you stay here with the younger family members. In your condition, the chaos of even our private medical facility isn’t good for you. Vincenzo, watch over her, get her some calming tea, and call me if she remains anxious."

Andrew took charge with the natural command of a mafia strategist, organizing everything with military precision. Within minutes, they departed for the Thorne family’s private medical compound, promising updates. I couldn’t contain my tears. Remaining at the safe house were Vincenzo, Carmen, Phoebe, Brenda, Gerard, Lila, and myself. Carmen wept as heavily as I did, her shoulders shaking with each sob.

Daniel acted swiftly, retrieving the chocolate box from the incinerator room and carefully packaging it for forensic analysis. He called Adler, one of the family’s street contacts, explaining what had happened and asking him to check if anyone suspicious had purchased chocolates from that particular high-end brand. He summoned the household security staff for questioning and went to examine the surveillance footage to identify whoever had delivered the package to our heavily guarded compound.

Carmen and I clung to each other in the leather-appointed sitting room, desperately awaiting news that seemed to take forever. Dominic called multiple times from the clinic to check on me and relay that everyone was receiving treatment from the family’s private physicians, though there were no definitive updates. It wasn’t until late that night that we finally started getting concrete information.

"Gemma, how are you holding up?" Dominic’s voice came through the encrypted phone line.

"Anxious, Dominic. Please, tell me something," I begged.

"The family doctor just spoke with Andrew. It was definitely poisoning from the chocolates, as our consigliere suspected. They’ve performed gastric lavage on everyone and are administering antidotes. They’ll remain at the medical facility until they’re stable."

"Will they recover? All of them?" Terror gripped my heart. These people were my chosen family – I couldn’t bear losing any of them to whoever was targeting me.

"From what we understand, yes. Andrew explained we need to wait and see. But since they received prompt medical attention from our people, the prognosis is as good as possible." Dominic’s words provided some comfort. "However, our mothers and Nadia are in worse condition. The poison seems to have affected them more severely."

"What does that mean exactly?"

"Their recovery might take longer. We just have to wait. Please, Gemma, take care of yourself. Eat properly and get some rest. Think of our baby. And under no circumstances eat anything if you don’t know who sent it through our security screening."

"I promise, Dominic. I’ll never eat, or let anyone around me eat, anything without knowing its source," I vowed, still feeling dazed by the brazen attack on our compound. "What kind of poison was it?"

"Industrial rat poison mixed with arsenic." Dominic’s sigh sent chills down my spine – someone had tried to make this as lethal as possible.

"Let me speak with Daniel. I need to pass along some information from our street contacts."

"Okay. Take care, my love."

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