The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 64

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

**Chapter 64**

**Gemma**

Standing at the entrance of the warehouse, I draw in a deep breath, attempting to steady the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. The idea of donning a disguise had crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. A mask would only serve to complicate my entry, making it harder for me to achieve my goal. Instead, I must put my faith in the fact that my presence here will be recognized—my identity will grant me access to this place where I need to be.

Perhaps, just this once, it might actually work to my advantage that people perceive me as nothing more than a mere cog in the machine, someone fit only for counting inventory and performing menial tasks.

“Gemma,” one of the guards calls out as I approach the door, his voice gruff yet familiar. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ground, extinguishing it under his boot. “Thought you quit.”

“Yeah,” I reply, rubbing the back of my neck nervously, a sheepish smile creeping onto my face. “I just left one of my jackets here. Didn’t realize it before because it’s been so warm these past few weeks.”

The guard grunts in response, stepping aside to let me pass. I walk through the expansive indoor space, the towering metal shelves looming like ancient sentinels, each one filled with goods that hold secrets of their own.

While I’m relieved that gaining entry was so straightforward, a simmering anger bubbles beneath the surface. They underestimate me, believing I am harmless simply because Cassian has never entrusted me with anything more dangerous than counterfeit designer handbags. But I know the truth—I am far from harmless. With a computer in my hands, I wield a power that could rival any weapon.

In a different world, one where I allowed myself to embrace the darkness, I could dismantle lives with the same ease as flipping a switch. Today, Cassian will discover just how potent I can be, even if he remains blissfully unaware of my involvement.

Yet, a small part of me hesitates. Cassian has made it clear that, for reasons I cannot fathom, he desires my presence. But the bitterness of the past years gnaws at me—how can I forgive him for removing my mother from the list for that much-needed medication? How can I forget the years of neglect that have left their mark on both my heart and my spirit?

As I step further into the warehouse, a few familiar faces glance up from their tasks, recognizing me instantly. I offer them a smile and a wave, but I keep moving forward, my mind focused on the task at hand. I need to access the computer in Cassian’s office, and I can only hope he’s out, perhaps off flying or meeting with other crime lords at The Pub, or engaged in some other nefarious activity.

But as I ascend the stairs leading to the short hallway where Cassian’s office resides, along with Liam’s office and a conference room, my heart sinks. Luck is not on my side today; Cassian is indeed inside. Through the half-wall window of his office, I can see him seated at his desk, engrossed in the very computer I need to access.

With a resigned sigh, I mutter to myself, “Looks like it’s time for Plan B.”

Just as I prepare to knock on his door, a voice filters through from the conference room. I instinctively creep closer to investigate. Reyna is inside, leading what seems to be a heated meeting. Her tone is sharp, filled with urgency as she reprimands the engineers about their designs for hidden storage compartments for smuggled goods.

“It’s too obvious!” she exclaims, her frustration palpable. “We need to devise better hiding places!”

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