Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163 Blood Betrays Blood

Caleb’s POV

Scott’s face was carved from stone when he walked in with another man, the kind of expression that meant devastating news was heading my way. My gut twisted as he made the introductions.

"Caleb, this is Detective Nelson from the NYPD. He’s been working our parents’ car bombing case," Scott said, his voice carrying unusual weight.

Detective Nelson stepped forward, his weathered features grim. "Mr. Thorne, I wish I had better news. The car explosion that killed your parents years ago wasn’t a hit from a rival family. It was an inside job."

The words slammed into me like a physical blow. I gripped the edge of my desk, struggling to process what he’d just revealed.

"Our forensics team found evidence that the car bomb was planted by someone with intimate knowledge of your father’s daily routes," the detective continued. "The device was placed precisely where it would cause maximum damage. The timing, the location, everything points to someone within your own organization. Given what we’ve uncovered about the money laundering operation, we believe the same people orchestrated both crimes."

"An inside job," I whispered, the words tasting like poison. "Someone in my own family murdered my parents."

The grief I’d been suppressing for years crashed over me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t stop the rage-filled tears that came, couldn’t contain the raw fury that tore through my chest. My parents hadn’t died in some rival family’s vendetta. They’d been coldly, methodically betrayed and murdered by someone they trusted.

"Detective, we want these bastards buried alive," Xavier said, stepping in when I couldn’t speak. "Whatever resources you need, whatever information we have, it’s yours."

"And you are?" Detective Nelson asked.

"Xavier Black. Caleb’s consigliere and right hand."

"Good. I need complete access to everything related to this money laundering investigation. Every file, every lead, every piece of evidence. And frankly, Mr. Black, I think you should be my primary contact. Mr. Thorne is in no condition to handle the operational details right now."

"Absolutely. Let’s start immediately."

"Thank you, brother," I managed to say to Xavier, grateful he was shouldering this burden.

Margaret had been standing quietly behind Scott, and I saw her dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. She came to me without a word, wrapping me in her arms like the mother figure she’d become. I broke down completely then, sobbing against her shoulder like I hadn’t since I was a child. Everything felt like it was crumbling around me.

"It feels like the whole world is ending," I whispered to her.

That’s when one of the soldiers spoke up from across the room. "Boss, we got a problem. The Gordon crew vanished. Their safehouse is cleaned out, and our guys saw them loading duffel bags into their car before dawn."

"Those treacherous sons of bitches!" I pulled away from Margaret, dragging my hands down my face in frustration.

Scott’s jaw was set with deadly determination. "Time to go nuclear. I’m calling every family member and associate involved in the skimming operation to the compound right now. The detective can arrest them all at once."

"Perfect. I’ll have Fisher lock down the entire estate and escort them all to the conference room. You coordinate with the cops." I grabbed my phone to call Fisher, my hands shaking with rage and adrenaline.

Soon after, we had rounded up every single person who had been stealing from family operations. Scott had contacted Detective Sullivan from organized crime, someone he’d worked with during his own family’s troubles. Sullivan arrived with a full tactical team, and I let Scott handle the interrogations while I checked on Ivy’s parents.

I found them in Xavier’s office, looking exhausted and defeated. Ivy’s father looked up when I entered.

"Son, you look like hell," he said with a weak smile.

"It’s been a day from hell," I admitted. "Still nothing on Ivy and Max. Look, it’s getting late, and I’m going to be here all night. I want you both to go to my penthouse and get some real rest. You’ll be more comfortable there, and I need you strong for when Ivy comes home."

"I feel so useless, Caleb," Ivy’s father said, his voice breaking. "My daughter and grandson are out there somewhere, and I can’t do anything to help."

"Walter, do you need security escort?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

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