Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Chapter 191 Sinister Doll Threat

Ivy’s POV

I drifted back to consciousness sprawled across the leather couch in Caleb’s private office, his tailored Armani jacket draped over my bare legs like a protective shield. The memory of what we’d just done sent heat flooding through my veins again. He’d claimed me completely on his mahogany desk, leaving me boneless and thoroughly satisfied in the aftermath of our passionate encounter while the rest of the Thorne Syndicate continued their legitimate business operations just floors below.

My eyes found him seated behind that imposing desk, looking every inch the powerful Don as he reviewed territory reports with laser focus. His crisp white dress shirt and charcoal vest gave him an air of complete authority, as if he hadn’t just been buried deep inside me minutes ago while discussing arms shipments. The way he absently touched his lips while scanning intelligence briefings made my pulse quicken all over again. God, he was absolutely devastating when he shifted between lover and ruthless crime lord.

Those piercing blue eyes lifted to meet mine, and his smile could have melted the concrete foundations of our fortified headquarters. My heart did that familiar flip it always did when he looked at me like I was his most precious treasure.

"How are you feeling, tesoro?" His voice carried that rough edge that never failed to make my knees weak, even after everything we’d been through in this blood-soaked underworld.

"Absolutely perfect," I breathed, stretching like a satisfied cat across the Italian leather that had probably cost more than most people’s cars.

"Is that so?" He chuckled, abandoning his smuggling manifests to stalk toward me with that predatory grace that marked him as one of the most dangerous men in North America. "And what exactly has you feeling so perfect?"

"Well, I just got thoroughly claimed by my incredibly talented Don," I said with mock innocence, as if discussing tomorrow’s weather forecast rather than our explosive chemistry.

"Lucky bastard," he growled, dark humor dancing in those ice-blue eyes that could freeze blood or ignite passion depending on his mood.

"Oh, he definitely is. Especially since he’s ridiculously dangerous and knows exactly how to use those skilled hands for more than just torture sessions."

"Sounds like I should be jealous of this Don of yours."

I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up. "You’re absolutely ridiculous for a feared crime lord."

"But seriously, Ivy," his expression grew tender as he cupped my face with hands that had spilled blood for our family’s honor, "what I feel for you sometimes scares me with its intensity. In this world of violence and betrayal, it’s almost too incredible to be real."

I pressed my palm against his chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder beneath my touch like war drums. He leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss that tasted like promises and forever, even in our world where forever was never guaranteed.

"Do you feel that?" he whispered against my mouth. I nodded, lost in the moment despite the distant sound of enforcers moving through our compound. "This is real. I love you beyond reason, beyond the boundaries of our blood-soaked territory, angel."

The harsh ring of his encrypted office phone shattered our bubble. Caleb cursed in Italian under his breath before reluctantly answering while I slipped into his private bathroom to freshen up and make myself presentable for whatever crisis demanded his immediate attention.

When I emerged, Xavier stood in the center of the office, eyeing every piece of furniture with obvious suspicion and barely concealed amusement at our obvious activities.

"I’m not even going to ask why our Don mysteriously vanished from the arms dealers meeting with the Chinese suppliers today, Ivy. But I do need to know where exactly I can sit without traumatizing myself in this den of sin."

"Anywhere you’d like, Xavier," I replied sweetly, fighting back a wicked grin while adjusting my blouse.

Xavier approached one of the client chairs, but Caleb’s predatory smirk made him pause mid-step. He cursed creatively and moved to lean against the mahogany desk instead, only to have Caleb clear his throat meaningfully. The leather couch was his next attempt, but my husband’s subtle headshake sent him toward the coffee table with growing frustration.

"For the love of all that’s sacred in this godforsaken crime family, is there any surface in this entire office where you two haven’t engaged in your territorial marking rituals?"

"The window’s still untouched," Caleb interrupted with that devilish grin, his eyes finding mine with unmistakable heat and promise.

Xavier’s jaw dropped in mock horror. "That’s it. We’re relocating to my office before you corrupt every inch of this building."

"Don’t be so dramatic, Xavier. The right chair is completely pristine," Caleb laughed, gesturing to the untouched seat with theatrical flair.

Grumbling about the sacrifices he made for this crime family, Xavier finally settled in and launched into urgent business about the missed arms negotiation and upcoming territorial expansion strategies. When they finished discussing protection rackets and money laundering operations, I returned to my own office, first making sure all my clothing was properly arranged and my appearance befitted a Don’s wife.

Lila appeared in my doorway carrying a large, unmarked package with obvious concern etched across her features.

"Ivy, this just arrived through our security screening. Something feels extremely wrong about it though—no return address, no courier identification, and our front desk guards swear they didn’t accept any unmarked deliveries today. It somehow bypassed our entire security protocol."

"Maybe Caleb sent it?" I suggested, though doubt crept into my voice like ice water. In our world, mysterious packages often contained severed fingers or worse.

"I’m calling him right now. Something about this gives me a terrible feeling. Please don’t open it until we verify its origin," Lila’s anxiety was palpable, her hand already reaching for the encrypted phone line.

"It’s just a box, Lila. I’m sure it’s nothing our security team can’t handle."

Before she could protest further, I pulled the package onto my desk and lifted the lid. The scream that tore from my throat echoed through the reinforced office walls as horror crashed over me like freezing blood. My hands shook violently as tears began streaming down my face at the grotesque sight.

Lila quickly slammed the box shut and pulled it away from me, but not before I managed to grab the small card nestled inside like a serpent’s calling card. Within seconds, Caleb burst through my office door, his face wild with lethal panic as he dropped to his knees beside my chair.

"What happened? Ivy, talk to me," he demanded, his hands framing my tear-stained face while his eyes scanned for immediate threats.

"I’m so sorry, Caleb," Lila whispered, guilt heavy in her voice as she held the offensive package like contaminated evidence.

Xavier moved to examine the contents, his expression darkening with murderous rage as he lifted the lid. "What kind of sick bastard would send this to a pregnant woman?"

Caleb rose to look for himself, his entire body going rigid with the kind of fury that had built his reputation across the underworld. Inside lay a mangled doll, its head partially severed, one glassy eye missing, an arm torn away with stuffing spilling from the wounds like grotesque entrails. The whole thing was filthy and destroyed, a deliberate nightmare crafted to terrorize an expectant mother.

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