Dominic’s POV
I headed directly to Gemma’s workplace after my tense meeting with our compromised contacts in law enforcement. My plan was simple—take her to lunch and explain everything that was unfolding with the family’s security situation. When I arrived, Xavier was hovering around Gemma’s desk, his usual jokes flying.
"Is the family bleeding money, Dominic?" Xavier flashed that mischievous grin of his.
"Where would you get that idea? Our operations are more profitable than ever, thank you very much," I replied flatly, still carrying the weight of my morning dealing with corrupt cops and federal pressure.
"Yet here you are again, almost like you’re desperately seeking legitimate employment." Xavier chuckled while I shot him an exasperated look—he was clearly enjoying himself at my expense.
"You’re impossible, Xavier," I groaned.
"And you’re in too foul a mood to be around my future nephew." Xavier maintained his teasing smile as Gemma joined in the laughter.
"After the morning I’ve had dealing with badge-wearing parasites, even you would be stressed," I remarked, dragging a chair over to collapse into it.
Xavier’s expression shifted to concern. "What’s the situation, Dominic?"
"Too much heat. I came to grab Gemma for lunch and fill her in on everything Daniel and Adler discovered through their contacts." My exhaustion was evident in my voice.
"Let’s gather the entire crew then. You can brief us all at once. I’ll send the messages." Xavier took initiative, which seemed like the better option for family security.
"I’ll call Zoe to join us." I fished my phone from my pocket and dialed her number.
By the time we settled at our usual restaurant—one of the family’s protected establishments—we were only waiting on Zoe. When she finally arrived, she stormed through the place like a category five hurricane. Her fury was palpable as she practically threw herself into a chair, huffing dramatically and shooting me death glares that made me shrink back instinctively.
"What’s eating you, crazy girl?" Caleb asked bluntly, probably the only one brave enough to confront her volatile mood.
"What’s eating me, Thorne? That treacherous bastard Marcus is what’s eating me! Dominic, I swear I’m going to rip your father’s tongue out and feed it to Gemma’s caramel-colored dog as a chew toy." Zoe was absolutely seething.
"Don’t stop at his tongue—take what’s between his legs too," Xavier offered his typical unfiltered opinion.
"My dog doesn’t play with garbage," Gemma quipped with a laugh.
"Where did you encounter him?" I asked, puzzled since our street contacts hadn’t been able to locate the disgraced former family member.
"The snake was lurking in the company parking lot. When our security approached, he ran like the coward he is." Zoe grabbed Xavier’s whiskey and downed it in one swift motion.
"What did he do? Say? Threaten?" I pressed, feeling drained by my father’s continued attempts to undermine family operations.
"Called me a stupid, interfering woman and threatened to teach me a lesson about disrespecting my elders. The nerve of him—he actually tried to hit me!" Zoe fumed.
Jude looked alarmed. "Did he hurt you, Zo?"
"Wake up, Wright! I’m Zoe Miller. That washed-up has-been couldn’t touch a hair on my head. I beat him senseless!" Zoe’s lips curled into a half-smile at the memory.
"Stop right there, Zo. I need visual evidence of this," I said, feeling a small spark of satisfaction at the thought of my father finally facing consequences.
"What are you planning?" she asked.
"I’m requesting the surveillance footage from our security network. Order yourself a drink—you’re officially off duty for the rest of the day." I smiled at the fierce woman who’d completely revolutionized our information operations.


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