The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 14

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**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 14**

**Gemma**

Settling down to tackle my assignments, I am met with a rather urgent revelation from our client, who informs me that they have been grappling with a mole for several long months.

With a sense of calm determination, I dive into the task at hand, swiftly unraveling the chaos the mole has sown and sealing the vulnerabilities that have plagued Nautilus’s cybersecurity. It’s almost second nature to me; I even manage to integrate a tracking program into the system.

Perhaps this will lead us to the identity of the individual who has been so recklessly leaking sensitive information.

Could it be someone in league with Cassian?

I can’t help but feel a flicker of hope at that thought. It would be quite satisfying to know that I’ve just created a significant headache for him.

No matter how intimidating my mafia crime lord husband may be in the real world, when it comes to the cyber realm, I reign supreme. If he dares to cross paths with someone who has enlisted my help, I won’t hesitate to take him down.

“The security net will be back online in ten minutes,” I inform the client, my voice steady and assured.

Zina and I make our way out, and as soon as we’re in the car, I open my laptop to keep an eye on the situation. Just as I promised, the security net springs back to life right on schedule.

A smile spreads across my face. After three long years of feeling like a shadow of myself, it’s exhilarating to remember the talents I possess.

Zina is at the wheel, her long hair pulled back, and a bright red lollipop jutting from one side of her mouth. As we approach a red light, her phone buzzes with notifications, and I watch as her eyes light up with excitement.

“We’re going to celebrate your grand return,” she exclaims, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “Tonight, I’m taking you out on the town!”

Before I can respond, the light turns green, and she accelerates, the thrill of my recent accomplishment still coursing through my veins. Soon enough, we find ourselves parked outside a trendy, upscale club, the kind that pulses with energy and life.

I quickly shed my sunglasses, hoodie, and mask, revealing my tank top and skirt beneath. Zina playfully tousles my long red hair, letting the waves cascade around my face and down my back, and I can feel the excitement building within me.

As we queue up outside, a club staff member recognizes us and ushers us straight to the front of the line, a gesture that makes me feel a little special.

“Two ladies as stunning as yourselves shouldn’t be wasting time in line,” he says with a charming smile.

Once inside, the atmosphere envelops us—darkness punctuated by the pulsing beats of music, bodies moving and grinding against one another beneath a dazzling array of flashing blue and purple lights.

The intoxicating blend of alcohol and the faint musk of sweat, mingling with the myriad of perfumes worn by the women around us, fills the air.

Zina pulls me right into the heart of the dance floor, and we let loose, our energy exploding into a whirlwind of movement.

I adore music. When it envelops me like this, it feels as though I can absorb it, letting it flow through my veins like lifeblood.

I crave this sensation. It’s the only time I feel connected to something larger than myself, something transcendent.

Tonight is about movement, about the rhythm of dancing bodies, about the music, and finally liberating myself after three long years of confinement.

As day turns into night, beads of sweat glisten on our skin, my muscles ache with exertion, but I revel in it. It’s as if I’ve flung open the doors of my own prison, stepping into the vibrant life I’ve always yearned for.

Feeling the heat rising within me, I bend down and tear off the bottom half of my skirt, leaving me in a tattered fabric that barely covers my backside and thighs.

“Yeah!” Zina cheers, her enthusiasm infectious, as she pulls off her own shirt to reveal a sheer black crop top over an aqua bra. She leaps onto a nearby chair, and the entire dance floor erupts in cheers.