Chapter 375: Chapter 159 Wild Night Begins
Gemma’s POV
The week had dragged on like a nightmare, leaving me completely exhausted. Nick’s threatening calls hadn’t stopped, though Daniel assured me the surveillance operation was yielding excellent results. They were building an airtight case against him, including evidence of his connections to rival families that would guarantee his permanent removal from the streets. Still, every time my phone buzzed with his number, my blood ran cold, never knowing what new death threat awaited me.
As if dealing with a psychotic street thug wasn’t enough stress, Dominic had been driving me absolutely mad since learning that Gerard’s sisters were planning my bachelorette celebration. He constantly interrogated me about their arrangements, questioned why I’d trusted them with such an important event, and expressed concerns about what he dramatically termed "dangerous liaisons." I repeatedly assured him that I knew nothing about their plans but that there was nothing to fear. Yet constantly, he’d suggest abandoning our families and soldiers to spend the night locked away together in his safe house. Despite his relentless pressure, I held firm—I deserved my bachelorette celebration, and it was going to be spectacular, whether he approved or not.
Now, I was ready for my party at Nadia’s heavily fortified residence. Dominic would escort me there before joining his crew for his bachelor night. My phone rang again—undoubtedly Nick attempting to sabotage my evening. I refused to let that animal ruin tonight and declined the call. Heading downstairs, I found my lethal fiancé waiting with that predatory smile that never failed to make my pulse race.
"Remember to conduct yourself appropriately, Miss Gemma. You belong to a very dangerous man now," Dominic warned as he pulled up to Nadia’s compound, past the armed sentries at the gate.
"Should I remind you of the same obligation?" I replied, amused by his possessive concern.
"Unnecessary. I’m just playing cards with my soldiers. You, however, are about to enter a celebration organized by Gerard’s completely unpredictable sisters," Dominic finally voiced his true fears, making me laugh.
"Relax, my handsome killer. You know you’re the only one who owns me." I pulled him close for a kiss, and his powerful arms encircled me like steel bands.
"What do you think about abandoning this circus and having our bachelor and bachelorette parties together, just you and me in my private suite?" he murmured after claiming my mouth, his breath hot against my ear.
"I think they’d hunt us down and drag us back by force," I replied, smiling against the warm skin of his throat.
"Lovebirds, save the passion for the honeymoon next week. Tonight is still bachelor and bachelorette night," Gerard called out, emerging from the house with Vincenzo flanking him like a bodyguard.
"Quentin, what exactly have your sisters orchestrated?" Dominic demanded, his curiosity clearly consuming him.
"No intelligence whatsoever! But knowing them, prepare for complete chaos. Nadia even sent Carmen to stay at a secured safe house," Gerard added, only intensifying Dominic’s anxiety.
"Gemma, that settles it—you’re not remaining here!" Dominic seized my hand, ready to drag me back to the armored vehicle.
"Stop right there, Dominic! I’m staying and I’m going to have the time of my life. You go play poker and spend the entire night wondering what’s happening here—that’ll be the most entertaining part for me." My voice carried a dangerous challenge.
"That’s sadistic!" Dominic’s green eyes narrowed at me like a predator’s.
"Don’t you trust me?" I asked, feigning wounded innocence.
"With my life and my empire," Dominic surrendered with a resigned sigh.
"Well, goodbye then!" I gave him a fierce kiss, spun around, and strode inside without looking back.
The moment I crossed the threshold, I was greeted with explosive screams, party horns, and thunderous applause. Elaine approached, placing a headband adorned with a miniature bridal veil on my head. The decorations were breathtaking—crimson and ivory everywhere, with blood-red roses adorning the living room, black and gold balloons floating above, and an elegantly arranged table groaning under an array of tempting delicacies.
"Alright, future queen, prepare for an unforgettably wild night!" Erica announced, handing me a crystal glass of champagne.
"Ladies, you’ve exceeded all expectations! Everything looks absolutely magnificent. Thank you!" I marveled at their meticulous attention to every detail.
"Save your gratitude for later. Tonight will be burned into your memory forever," Elaine declared, pulling me to the center where everyone gathered to embrace me.
All my allies had come, including Phoebe, though I noticed Brenda’s conspicuous absence. Phoebe explained the event was strictly adults only. My grandmother, who had arrived earlier that day and was staying at my mother’s secured location, surprised me with her presence, touching my heart deeply.
"Sweetheart, I’m ready to raise hell! These two promised to make these old bones dance," my grandmother hugged me excitedly, gesturing toward Erica and Elaine with obvious delight.
"Ladies, everyone find your positions because the entertainment is about to commence," Elaine announced with theatrical flair. "We’ll begin with the lingerie unveiling, followed by some provocative photography from our talented artist, Blair. Then we’ll indulge in risqué truth or dare, enjoy an intimate toy demonstration, take a seduction lesson, and conclude with a very special surprise."
"Grandma, I’m selecting a personal massager for you—you can choose which style," Erica informed my grandmother, who was happily sipping her drink and seemed absolutely thrilled about her upcoming acquisition.
"What precisely does ’risqué truth or dare’ involve?" I asked, already dreading the inevitable answer.
"Only the most intimate questions permitted. We all want to know if your married life will be explosive," Elaine replied with mischief sparkling dangerously in her eyes.
What other surprises did this night hold in store? These two were absolutely unhinged and completely unpredictable. But I was having incredible fun, so much that I completely forgot about Nick’s existence and his persistent harassment. I deliberately silenced my phone, refusing to let that street scum cast any shadow over my celebration.
