Dominic’s POV
I had been trying for days to get Gemma to hear out, but learning that I was at the compound with Beatrix last week only deepened her fury. Sure, I planned to co clean, but her discovering it because she overheard discussing it just made my impossible situation even more complicated. My day was already heading straight to hell.
Sitting in the Thorne Syndicate reception area, I racked my brain for ways to corner Gemma for a conversation without giving her an escape route and without Zoe threatening to castrate with her favorite switchblade again.
What the hell was I thinking when I walked straight into Beatrix’s trap? Complete moron move. Beatrix showed up at my door claiming she needed protection from so rival family thugs, and like so white knight wannabe, I let her stay at my safehouse. Several bottles of whiskey later, with her pushing all my buttons and my brain switching off in favor of other body parts, I ended up in bed with a woman I cannot stand. As my mother always says, old habits die hard, and I have always been a player in this famiglia. But Gemma is different. I want her, need her more than I care to admit.
"Darling, I caught the earliest flight from Miami! How is Caleb holding up after that warehouse incident?" That familiar voice cut through my thoughts like nails on a chalkboard. Perfect, my day just reached rock bottom.
"Mom! What brings you here? Weren’t you supposed to be at that spa retreat in the Bahamas with the other famiglia wives?" I stood and approached my mother, allowing her to plant a kiss on my cheek.
"Sweetheart, don’t be ridiculous. Family cos first, and Caleb is family! I ca to offer my support during this difficult ti," she declared as if stating the obvious.
Glancing over my shoulder, I spotted a lineup of won watching with barely concealed amusent: Zoe, Nora, Ruby, Lila, and Gemma. Their mocking smiles made my stomach clench. Zoe, being the worst of the bunch and knowing my mother well from years of famiglia gatherings, stepped forward first.
"Bee! How wonderful that you are here!" Zoe approached and exchanged air kisses with my mother. "Perhaps with you around, your son might actually behave like a civilized mber of this organization."
"Oh, Zoe, I swear I tried my best raising this boy, but sowhere along the way things went sideways," my mother shot a look of pure disappointnt while I just exhaled heavily.
"Bee, that is not your fault," Nora chid in, also familiar with my mother from the wives’ auxiliary etings, stepping forward with the sa greeting ritual.
"Now tell , ladies. Which one of you is Gemma?" my mother asked without missing a beat.
"Mom, aren’t you here for Caleb?" I interjected, desperate to redirect her attention away from my personal disasters.
"But I have plenty of ti to apologize to this young woman on your behalf!" My mother fixed with that stern look I rembered from childhood, the sa one she used when I brought ho stray bullets in my backpack.
"I am Gemma, Mrs. Robinson." Gemma stepped forward and introduced herself politely, her voice carefully neutral.
"Oh my goodness, you are absolutely stunning, dear!" My mother bead at Gemma. "Sweetheart, you better win her forgiveness quickly, because a beautiful young woman like this must have made n lining up around the block, even in our dangerous world." My mother’s observation hit like a punch to the gut, reminding of exactly what I stood to lose.
"I would love to know how you found out about this situation," I comnted, though I already suspected the answer.
"Oh, darling, your mother and I have lengthy phone conversations about all the famiglia gossip!" Zoe smiled at with pure malice, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
"Naturally!" I snorted and turned away, walking off. "So, my dear colleagues, you can handle my sweet mama and her interrogation techniques."
I retreated to the ergency stairwell, leaning against the cool wall while contemplating the disaster of my mother arriving while Gemma wanted to put a bullet between my eyes. That is when I heard Gemma’s voice through the heavy steel door.
"Lila, I am just going to get so coffee from the break room. I will be right back."
I yanked open the door and in one swift motion grabbed Gemma’s arm, pulling her into the stairwell. I pressed her against the concrete wall, molding my body against hers. She was so shocked by being grabbed that she froze, staring at like I had lost my mind.
"Gemma, we need to talk," I said, looking directly into her dark eyes.
"About what, Dominic? About how I found you half-naked at your safehouse with that backstabbing witch? Or about whatever you were doing at the compound with that sa witch? Either way, I refuse to discuss that woman! And I refuse to talk to you!" Gemma’s eyes blazed with pure hatred.
"Gemma, please," I pleaded. "Let explain what happened."
"You honestly believe what you did has so reasonable explanation?" She looked at with complete disbelief.
"Yes. It might not be excusable, but it can be explained. And you need to give the chance to apologize properly." I was practically begging, sothing I never did in this business.
"I do not need to give you anything!" she shot back. "And please, let go!"
"Are you absolutely certain you want to let you go?" I asked, pressing her more firmly against the wall. "Are you sure you do not miss ? Miss my kisses?"
I leaned down and captured her mouth before she could respond. I kissed her aggressively, my tongue claiming her mouth completely. She struggled against my hold initially, but eventually she returned the kiss with matching intensity. When we broke apart, both gasping for air, I spoke directly into her ear.
"Are you positive, Gemma, that you can resist my touch?" I sucked on her earlobe the sa way I used to tease her most sensitive spots, drawing a moan from her lips. "Are you certain it is not worth listening to , forgiving , and giving another chance?"
While speaking, I unbuttoned her black silk blouse and pushed down her bra cup, cupping her breast in my palm, massaging and teasing her nipple between my fingers.
"Are you sure you will find soone else in this famiglia who can make you feel the way I do?"
I continued my teasing, knowing she was close to the edge. Gemma was incredibly responsive, which drove wild. I tangled my fingers in her dark hair at the base of her neck and lowered my mouth to her breasts, beginning my assault. I kissed and sucked her swollen nipples, giving gentle bites and long licks. Gemma began releasing those soft, low, intoxicating moans I craved.
I could have taken her right there against the stairwell wall, but that was not my goal. I wanted to watch her co undone from my touch, to rember how incredible we were together.
I continued worshipping her breasts while sliding my other hand up her thighs, lifting her skirt just enough to slip my hand beneath her panties. Gemma was already moving against my fingers, completely wet and burning with need. She was passionate and intense, sensual and seductive. It made crazy. Just hearing her soft moans had rock hard, rembering how amazing she felt wrapped around .
My fingers worked relentlessly at her entrance and Gemma was slick, swollen and ready to explode. I slid my fingers deep inside her tight warmth and circled her sensitive spot with my thumb, while continuing to lavish attention on her breasts. It did not take long for Gemma to reach her climax, pulsing around my fingers as her release coated my hand.
She was breathing hard, eyes closed, slumped against the wall. I withdrew my fingers and sucked them clean one by one, savoring her taste. Her eyes flew open watching lick my fingers.
"You taste incredible, Gemma."
I straightened her skirt, fixed her bra and rebuttoned her blouse. I smoothed her dark hair and kissed her mouth gently, pulling her into an embrace that lted our bodies together.
"Songbird, please give the chance to fix the ss I made," I begged. My days without this woman had been pure torture in this dangerous world we inhabited.
"You should not have done it." Gemma pushed away, wiped away a tear, and left standing there alone.
I ran my hands through my hair in complete frustration. How was I going to win this woman back in a world where trust once broken could be deadly?
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