Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372: Chapter 156 Threats and Lies

Gemma’s POV

Calming Dominic down after recounting the restaurant incident proved nearly impossible. The moment I finished explaining what happened, my Capo husband immediately demanded I quit working at the family’s legitimate front company. I spent considerable time convincing him that the Thorne family’s corporate headquarters remained completely secure.

I knew he would abandon his own territory management duties to rush to my office—something that had been occurring with disturbing frequency lately. Fortunately, the evening shift was nearly over, so his absence from overseeing the money laundering operations wouldn’t create additional problems.

Dominic arrived in record time, shortly after my call. He leaned menacingly across my desk, his emerald eyes blazing with the kind of fury I’d seen him reserve for family traitors.

"Gemma, I was already uncomfortable having my wife exposed to street-level dangers while working. Now that you’re carrying the next generation of our bloodline, I despise this arrangement even more. We need to reconsider your position here," he declared, planting both palms firmly on my desk like he was claiming territory.

"And what’s your alternative? Lock me away in our penthouse like some mafia princess?" I asked, maintaining my composure despite his intimidating presence. "Because that’s absolutely not happening."

"Gemma!" Dominic collapsed into the chair opposite me, running his hands through his golden hair in complete exasperation. "I cannot tolerate the thought of anything happening to you or our heir."

"Neither can I, Dominic. But you must understand—I’m completely protected here. I’ve already decided I won’t leave the building during business hours. I’ll remain inside and have meals delivered through our security network, but I refuse to quit." I made it crystal clear this wasn’t open for negotiation.

"You swear on your life you’ll stick to that protocol?" His tone shifted to something approaching desperation.

"I swear it," I assured him, hoping to ease the anxiety that came with loving someone in our violent world.

My phone interrupted our tense conversation. I immediately recognized the number and felt my blood run cold. Nancy had obviously wasted no time spreading the news through the underground networks. I placed the phone on my desk and answered on speaker, knowing Dominic needed to hear this threat firsthand.

"Little Gemma, you never learn your place, do you?" Nick’s menacing voice filled the room with its familiar venom.

"What will it take for you to disappear from my life permanently, Nick?" I asked, letting my exhaustion show through my voice.

"I want you, little Gemma. Port’t you figured that out by now?" he responded with condescending arrogance. "But word on the street is you’ve been very busy. Pregnant, little Gemma? Seriously, carrying that rich mafia boy’s bastard spawn?"

"Don’t you dare call my child a bastard," I snapped back with ice in my voice.

"But that’s exactly what the kid is, little Gemma. A worthless little bastard—because your marriage to that spoiled mob prince means nothing!" Nick declared with absolute authority. I watched dangerous anger flash across Dominic’s handsome features as his jaw clenched.

"That’s what you think. Just forget I exist, Nick," I said firmly, which only made him release his signature cold laugh.

"Little Gemma, get this through your pretty little skull. You belong to me, only to me, and you will be with me eventually," Nick spoke with the chilling calmness of someone who’d killed before. "If you refuse to be with me, little Gemma, you won’t be with anyone—because I’ll put a bullet in your head myself!"

"You’re completely insane!" My throat tightened as the words came out. "Forget I exist, Nick. I don’t belong to you. You have zero claim over me. Just disappear."

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