Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Chapter 201 Betrayed by Blood

Roman’s POV

This rat-infested safe house reeked of decay and desperation, but it was the only sanctuary left after the Thorne family’s soldiers had raided my penthouse. The irony wasn’t lost on me that I, once a respected underboss in the organization, now depended entirely on some street-level punk I’d recruited from the docks. This crumbling hideout was miles from Thorne territory, but it served its purpose keeping me off their radar.

At least yesterday brought some satisfaction watching Ivy jump at every shadow. Tailing her through Little Italy like a ghost had been pure entertainment, watching her paranoia spike with each passing hour. My inside man’s brilliant move installing surveillance malware on all Thorne Group devices meant I could orchestrate my vendetta from behind this computer screen, moving my enemies around like pawns on a chessboard.

The frustrating part was Ivy rarely left the family compound anymore. Well into her pregnancy, she looked like she was smuggling a basketball under her designer maternity clothes.

"Boss man, grub’s here," Derek announced as he kicked through the door. That irritating street rat refused to use proper titles, preferring his ridiculous street nickname for me. Though I had to admit, it carried a certain weight in the underworld. He was a pain in the ass, but his network of desperate contacts proved invaluable for wet work.

"Please tell me you brought something edible this time," I grimaced, remembering yesterday’s greasy disaster from some dive near the waterfront. The oversalted garbage he’d brought was barely fit for strays.

"Nothing but five-star dining for the mastermind," he replied with obvious sarcasm, tossing me the takeout bag.

"Sit down. We need to discuss business." A plan had been forming in my mind, but execution required careful orchestration.

"What’s the play now?" Derek dropped onto the threadbare couch, propping his boots on the coffee table like he owned the joint.

"I need someone to snatch a newborn from the hospital," I said, savoring the mental image of that arrogant don and his wife’s anguish. "Ivy’s due date is approaching fast. When she delivers, we’re taking one of those babies."

"Damn, boss man, you’re getting more ruthless by the day," Derek grinned approvingly. "I can arrange that. What kind of operator you thinking?"

"A woman who can pose as medical staff. She lifts the infant from the nursery and delivers it to me. You’ll be backup, blending with the hospital crowd, watching everything, making sure nothing goes sideways," I outlined my rough strategy.

"Perfect! I know exactly who can handle this. There’s this chick I’ve been seeing, always hurting for cash. She’ll jump at the chance," Derek always had someone willing to do anything for a payday.

"Excellent, bring her here for a meet. But don’t get generous with promises. Five grand maximum. Understood?" My war chest was running dangerously low.

The only funds remaining came from Patricia’s offshore accounts that I’d liquidated and funneled through shell companies before the feds could freeze everything. Less than three hundred thousand had escaped their asset seizure. Between paying Derek and my company rat, who were both getting too comfortable with their positions, money was becoming a serious problem.

My burner phone buzzed with a message from my inside source. What crisis now? I grabbed the device and read.

"They somehow detected the surveillance network. All monitoring programs on phones and computers have been neutralized."

Damn it! This would complicate everything significantly. I typed quickly: "What happened?"

His response arrived immediately.

"Unknown, but they conducted a comprehensive security sweep of all electronic equipment throughout the organization and deactivated everything. Worse news, there’s a new security chief reviewing all departmental operations. This guy knows his business."

When did Caleb Thorne develop actual brains? He’d always been predictably violent before. This development would make my life infinitely more difficult. I decided to apply pressure and sent another message.

"Find a solution, but maintain intelligence flow if you want to keep receiving your regular envelope."

His reply increased my irritation.

"I’ll attempt what I can, but security has tightened considerably. They’re exercising extreme caution, and Thorne is conducting most family business from the compound now, keeping office activities minimal. Intelligence from the top level has dried up completely."

What an incompetent fool! I explicitly told him to find solutions. Staying informed about their operations was crucial to my survival.

"Hey boss man, got a question for you," Derek interrupted my thoughts.

"What now, kid?" I sighed, feeling tension building behind my temples.

"You planning to help my buddy who got pinched in that kidnapping job?" Derek fixed me with an intense stare.

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