Dominic’s POV
Sunday evening brought us back from the family’s coastal safe house, the poisoning attempt finally behind us. Everyone had recovered completely, but I could feel the storm brewing on the horizon. My mood was already dark after Gemma postponed our wedding ceremony without discussing it with me first. While I understood her reasoning, the slight still burned.
We’d barely crossed the threshold when my secured line rang. Daniel’s voice carried news that would shatter Gemma’s fragile peace of mind: Nick had walked free from county lockup. My blood pressure spiked instantly. The investigation into the chocolate poisoning was crawling forward like a wounded animal—authorities still couldn’t trace who’d purchased the contaminated sweets or identify the supplier. The delivery person wasn’t affiliated with any legitimate business, which complicated the manhunt significantly. Law enforcement would need to analyze security footage from every establishment that carried that particular brand, a process that could drag on for weeks. Meanwhile, my exiled father Marcus remained a ghost in the wind.
"Christ, Daniel, do you have any good news to balance this disaster?" I growled into the phone.
"Actually, yes," Daniel replied smoothly. "Remember those undercover officers I positioned outside the correctional facility? They shadowed Nick the moment he stepped through those gates. We’ve got eyes on his location and identified his new partner."
"At least something’s going our way. Who’s backing this piece of street trash?"
"A woman who makes Nick look like an altar boy. She’s connected to some mid-level drug pusher that narcotics division has been tracking for months. Our departments are coordinating efforts on this case now."
I felt my temple throb with rising anger. "So this bastard’s tangled up with narcotics dealers now? That’s what we’re dealing with? I’m seriously considering moving Gemma overseas."
"Hold your horses—we don’t have confirmation he’s working directly with the dealer himself. They served time together before Nick got transferred to minimum security. That’s probably how he made contact with the sister. So far, our surveillance shows Nick visited his mother’s house, collected several bags, and took up residence at the woman’s apartment complex."
"Understood. Anything else I need to know?"
"That covers the immediate situation. But Dominic—given what happened at the beach house and with Nick back on the streets, Gemma needs to stay extremely cautious."
"I’ll make sure she understands." I terminated the call, already dreading the conversation ahead with Gemma.
I discovered her barefoot in our kitchen—one of her habits that never failed to charm me. I never walked around without shoes myself, but watching her move freely through our home told me she felt safe and settled. I wrapped my arms around her from behind as she switched off the burner, the rich aroma of our dinner filling the space.
"What culinary masterpiece are you creating?" I murmured against her ear.
"Just putting the finishing touches on dinner," she answered softly.
"Smells amazing. I’m absolutely starving." Her gentle laughter sent warmth through my chest.
After we’d finished eating, I relayed everything Daniel had shared. Predictably, tension crept across her features, though she struggled to maintain composure.
"Songbird, we could take an extended trip to Europe if that would help you feel safer," I offered, already knowing her response.
"Absolutely not, Dominic. Running away hands him exactly what he wants—control over our lives. We’ll beef up security and stay alert," Gemma stated with unmistakable determination.
There was nothing left to discuss on that front.
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