Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Chapter 175 How Far Fallen

Dominic’s POV

Gemma and I lay face to face in bed, simply gazing at each other with contented smiles. In that moment, I needed nothing more from life—her presence alone fulfilled me completely. After our tumultuous day and night, we had worked through the chaos that nearly tore our world apart, reconnected on every level as both lovers and partners in this dangerous life, and declared our feelings without any room for doubt.

"As much as I hate to break this spell," I sighed, glancing at the clock, "we really should get up. You’ll need time to prepare for the wedding." Even in our world of blood and bullets, women still had their mysterious beauty rituals that made them chronically late for everything.

"No, we don’t," she replied with surprising serenity.

My heart nearly stopped. The thought of losing her again, especially now, sent ice through my veins. "Please tell me you didn’t cancel our wedding." I covered my face with my hands in desperation. "I swear I’ll drag you to the nearest priest and find any man of God willing to marry us if you did." I sat upright, ready to argue a case I refused to lose. In this business, second chances were rare.

To my confusion, she burst into laughter.

"My handsome," she said calmly, "I didn’t cancel anything—just postponed it until tomorrow. Nadia is coordinating everything with Zoe."

"Just postponed," I repeated, exhaling with relief. "But why?"

"Because I want our wedding day to start perfectly. Today definitely didn’t begin that way."

"You can say that again." The memory of nearly losing her to Beatrix’s murderous scheme still made my blood boil.

"But we should still get out of bed," she added with a meaningful look. "Your son and I are starving, and you know what happens when I get hungry."

"Oh no, let’s hurry then. I can’t handle another fury attack for quite some time." I scooped her up and carried her toward the bathroom, both of us laughing. In our line of work, maintaining some lightness was essential for survival.

I’d learned early in our relationship that two things made Gemma unbearable to be around—sleepiness and hunger. When either struck, she transformed into a grumpy, irritable version of herself. I’d made it my personal mission to prevent both conditions whenever humanly possible.

After showering and stealing several kisses, we felt ready to rejoin our extended family downstairs. Hand in hand, we descended the stairs. The moment we entered the living room, Xavier’s voice boomed across the space.

"Here come the bride and grooom!" he announced with theatrical flair. Everyone erupted into applause and cheers. When the noise died down, Xavier, ever the bold one, asked what everyone was thinking: "So, lovebirds, problems solved? Will we be enjoying wedding cake and champagne after all?"

"Yes, Xavier, there will be cake and champagne," Gemma confirmed with a laugh.

"Excellent! That’s literally the only reason I showed up," Xavier quipped, though we all knew he’d take a bullet for any of us without hesitation.

Gemma released my hand and moved toward Ryder, embracing him warmly. He returned the gesture with equal affection.

"Thank you for holding my hand when I was scared," she told him softly.

"That’s what a father does, daughter." Ryder’s voice trembled slightly. Though only her stepfather, his love for her was unmistakably paternal, and his acceptance into our dangerous world had been complete.

The front door suddenly burst open. "I’m here!" Jude announced dramatically. "What did I miss?"

"Just tons of drama with a happy ending," Xavier replied in his typical lighthearted manner.

"So nothing special then," Jude grinned. "But I’m absolutely famished."

"That makes two of us," Gemma said, smiling at him.

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