Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask novel Chapter 350

350 Chapter 134 Midnight Terror Call

350 Chapter 134 Midnight Terror Call

Gemma’s POV

I watched Dominic bolt upright in bed, his muscled frame tense as he lunged for the phone that had clattered to the hardwood floor of his penthouse. The secured line that connected directly to Thorne family communications had been ringing, but by the time he managed to grab it, whoever had been on the other end had already disconnected. My body trembled uncontrollably as he turned back to me, his powerful arms immediately encircling my shoulders in a protective embrace.

“Gemma, what exactly did you hear?” Dominic’s voice carried that familiar edge of controlled violence, though his touch remained gentle. His emerald eyes searched mine with the intensity of a man who had spent years reading threats in the shadows.

“He was laughing,” I managed between ragged breaths, my chest heaving as panic coursed through my veins. “I heard that sick laugh of his.”

“Who was it, baby? Do you recognize the voice?” Dominic’s grip tightened imperceptibly, and I could feel the dangerous energy radiating from him like heat from a furnace.

“It was Nick.” Speaking his name aloud sent waves of nausea through iny stomach. Even here, in the fortified sanctuary of Dominic’s private residence, that bottom-feeder could still reach me.

Dominic’s expression hardened into the cold mask I’d seen him wear during family business. “What did that piece of street trash say to you?”

“Nothing concrete this time. Just like the other calls-heavy breathing at first-but then came that laugh.” I shuddered at the memory, knowing that sound would haunt my dreams. “I’d know that psychotic laugh anywhere, Dominic. It’s definitely Nick.”

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“Breathe slowly,” he commanded, reaching for my personal cell phone on the nightstand. “I’m shutting this down immediately. First thing tomorrow morning, I’m briefing Daniel on this escalation. And Gemma, we’re getting you a completely new number through family channels.”

I nodded frantically, relief already beginning to seep through my terror. “Yes, that sounds perfect. The sooner the better.”,

“Consider it handled.” Dominic’s voice carried the absolute certainty of a man who commanded respect through fear and violence. He guided me back against the silk pillows with surprising tenderness. “Now I want you to get comfortable while I make you something to help you relax.”

After tucking the Egyptian cotton sheets around me and pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead, Dominic disappeared from the master bedroom. When he returned, he carried an elegant silver tray bearing a steaming cup of tea and expensive imported cookies from the Italian bakery that exclusively served Thorne family establishments. Amber, Dominic’s massive German Shepherd trained for both companionship and protection, padded into the room behind him and/approached the bed, nudging my arm with his cold nose. Despite everything, the dog’s gentle presence managed to coax a small smile from me.

“There’s that beautiful smile I fell in love with,” Dominic said, settling the tray beside me and placing the warm porcelain cup in my hands. The tea was perfectly prepared-lightly sweetened with just enough chamomile to calm my frayed nerves without making me drowsy. After finishing the drink and nibbling on several of the delicate cookies, I curled onto my side. Dominic slipped into bed behind me, his large frame molding against mine as he pulled me close against his chest. Surrounded by his protective warmth and the knowledge that armed guards patrolled the building’s perimeter, I finally managed to fall into a dreamless sleep. The following afternoon, a courier from Zenith Systems delivered a brand-new encrypted smartphone to my desk at the Thorne family’s

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Hegitimate investment firm. The device had already been programmed with security protocols that would make it impossible for anyone outside the

rganization to trace or intercept my communications. I felt an enormous ave of relief knowing that Nick’s harassment had been effectively blocked, hough one troubling question continued to gnaw at me: how had a lowlife street thug managed to obtain my private number in the first place?

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office door opened to reveal Lila carrying a made cookies. This weekly ritual had become ects of my increasingly complicated life. Every ve with fresh baked goods for our coffee break, up away from the dangerous world I’d been drawn

not believe that worthless scumbag Nick has become areat to your safety,” Lila said, her voice rising with genuine settled into the leather chair across from my mahogany

eply, selecting a chocolate chip cookie from the container. “I I just don’t comprehend men who think they own women and

ate every aspect of our lives.”

s classic behavior for weak, cowardly men,” she replied, dunking her ie into her espresso. “Pathetic individuals who care about nothing ept having their unreasonable demands satisfied.”

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