The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 15

**Chapter 15**

**Gemma**

It’s strange, almost uncanny, how I can sense Cassian’s gaze on me, even in the midst of a bustling dance floor, elevated on a stage, surrounded by a thrumming crowd lost in the rhythm of the music.

As soon as I blink open my eyes, a deep instinct tells me he will be there, watching.

But nothing could truly prepare me for the sight of him, striding across the floor with a predatory grace, his movements deliberate and charged with a raw intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

The look in his eyes is a tempest of desire and fury, and it grips me like a vice, squeezing the very air from my lungs.

“Get. Down.” His voice cuts through the music like a knife, and I can feel the energy in the room shift as he approaches the edge of the stage, his expression a mix of anger and determination.

The pulsating beats come to an abrupt halt, and I can hear Liam, someone I’ve only seen from afar, shouting for patrons to vacate the club. He’s tall, lean, and undeniably attractive in a rugged, unrefined way, with short blond hair and an effortless style. I think he has brown eyes, but from this distance, it’s hard to be sure.

I know I should heed Cassian’s command. Defying him in public could spell disaster for those around me, consequences I dread to imagine. Yet, the remnants of the music still thrum in my veins, igniting a spark of rebellion within me. I toss my head back defiantly and retort, “Why should I?”

A feral expression flashes across his face, and in a heartbeat, he leaps onto the stage as if the distance were nothing. He towers over me, casting a long shadow that feels both threatening and exhilarating.

“Do you know who owns this club, Gemma? I do.”

I refuse to flinch, fully aware of his power. He possesses so many corners of this city, especially those steeped in darkness.

“Fine,” I reply, my voice steady. “But you don’t own me, so back off.”

I glance down, realizing I’ve lost my shoes in the chaos. With bare feet, I step to the edge of the stage, scanning the crowd.

My gaze locks onto Liam, who seems to be watching me with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. I can almost hear the thoughts racing through his mind. Is this his wife? I can’t believe she’s talking to him like that!

Just because everyone else bows to Cassian’s will doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same. Not anymore.

“Get out,” Cassian snarls at Liam, his voice dripping with authority.

Liam snaps out of his reverie, responding with a quick, “Yes, sir,” before striding toward the exit. But I notice he doesn’t actually leave; he lingers just outside the door, still watching.

I can’t help but laugh, a sound devoid of humor, as I spot my shoes on a nearby table and grab them. I continue my stride, unfazed. “Sign those papers, Cassian. Then you can have exactly what you’ve wanted for three years—never to see me again.”

A soft thud catches my attention, and I glance back to see Cassian already beside me, his presence overwhelming. He captures me again, pulling me against him with a force that leaves me breathless. This time, his hands slide down my back, cupping my rear and pressing me against him in a way that feels dangerously intimate.

The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and the overpowering essence of my formidable crime lord. After hours of dancing, it feels intoxicating, almost like a drug. I stifle a moan, overwhelmed by the heat radiating from his body.

Panic surges within me at how easily I can succumb to his charm. I need to break free.

“Let me go!” I snap, pushing against him with all my might.

“No,” he replies, his voice firm, unyielding.

“Three years of playing your boring little wifey was enough!” I shout back, frustration bubbling over. “I’m sorry if you can’t move on now that you’ve had me, but I’m done!”

A heavy silence blankets the space following my outburst, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.