Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Intel Breakthrough

Caleb’s POV

"Time to start talking, Neil. Where the hell is Rossi hiding?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin after hours of this deadly game of cat and mouse in the basement interrogation room.

Neil leaned back in the metal chair, blood trickling from his split lip, still wearing that infuriating smirk I wanted to carve off his face permanently. "I’m not an idiot, Caleb. I want everything documented and guaranteed first. Full protection, no execution, and my offshore accounts stay untouched."

The audacity of this backstabbing piece of trash made my blood boil hotter than molten steel. "Neil, let me make something crystal clear before I decide whether to put a bullet in your skull or just break every bone in your body. First, you’re in no position to make demands when you’re chained to a chair in my family’s private dungeon. Second, what assets? Everything you think belongs to you was stolen from my operations. And third, you don’t negotiate terms with me. You talk, and I decide whether you live to see another sunrise."

"Then figure it out yourselves," Neil said, crossing his arms with that same insufferable smile that made me want to reach for my switchblade.

Xavier’s voice cut through the tension like a razor blade. "Fine. Enjoy your permanent vacation six feet underground. That’s assuming we bury you instead of feeding you to the harbor fish. In case you missed it during your betrayal spree, we’re talking embezzlement, conspiracy to commit murder, kidnapping, and treason against the family. You’re going down for all of it, plus obstruction of family justice. And I’m going to personally enjoy watching them nail your coffin shut."

He grabbed Neil’s arm and started dragging him toward the soundproof execution chamber.

"Wait! I never killed anyone or kidnapped anyone!" Neil shouted, panic finally cracking his arrogant facade as he realized we weren’t bluffing about the execution.

"But you knew about it and you’re helping him escape from family justice," Xavier shot back without slowing his stride toward the door where our enforcer waited with his tools.

"I’ll talk! But I want protection from rival families," Neil bargained desperately, sweat now pouring down his face.

"You’ll get what mercy the family code allows if you give us everything. Complete confession, Neil. No half-truths, no games, or you’ll wish I’d just put a clean bullet in your head," I warned, my hand resting on the grip of my Glock.

Neil’s shoulders sagged in defeat as the reality of his situation finally sank in. "Alright. Rossi bought Jacob Costa’s estate recently when the deal went through. You probably know the place. Costa went bankrupt after losing his construction contracts and sold it to Rossi for practically nothing."

From the corner where he’d been brooding since this interrogation started, Dominic suddenly straightened like a hunting dog catching a scent. "I know exactly where that is. Yara and I were there recently doing reconnaissance on their legitimate business fronts. I had no idea it had been sold to that bastard."

The moment Dominic finished speaking, Gemma appeared in the doorway like a shadow. Their eyes met across the blood-stained room, and I watched her expression harden to ice before she handed me a surveillance report and walked out without a word, her heels clicking like gunshots on the concrete floor.

"Damn it," Dominic muttered, jumping up to follow her like a lovesick fool.

Xavier’s firm voice stopped him cold. "You already screwed up everything with your secrets and lies. This isn’t the time for damage control with your woman. We need everything you know about the Costa compound right now, before Rossi realizes we’re closing in."

"Xavier, I need to explain to her—"

"You think she’s going to listen to explanations when she’s this pissed?" I interrupted, my own frustration bleeding through. "Or that you’ll have any chance at all if she finds out you’ve been holding back intelligence that could save Ivy’s life? Right now, all our women care about is getting Ivy back safely and watching Rossi bleed out slowly. So focus on that first, and then we’ll help you grovel for forgiveness."

Dominic ran his hands through his hair in frustration, the weight of his mistakes clearly eating at him. "Fine. You’re right. What I know is this: Jacob was a high-level contractor for several family construction projects before his company went under. He lost everything when the feds started sniffing around our building permits and never got his final payments. Now he’s liquidating assets to keep his wife and daughters in their expensive lifestyle. But I didn’t know about the estate sale. It’s a massive compound with serious defensive potential."

Jude leaned forward intently, his scarred hands already reaching for paper. "I need you to write down everything you remember about that place. Layout, security systems, entry points, guard positions, weapon storage. If you can sketch a map of the grounds, even better for our assault planning."

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