Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Chapter 209 Closing the Trap

Ivy’s POV

The Thorne family’s private interrogation room felt suffocating after hours under the harsh fluorescent lights. Brodie sat across from us, his weathered hands shaking as he unraveled years of deception under the watchful eyes of our family’s enforcers. His mother wept openly beside him, her frail fingers clutching mine as she begged her son to confess everything to the Don.

"Please forgive him," she whispered through her tears. "I tried to raise him right in this neighborhood. I failed him, but maybe he can still make things right with your family."

Caleb surprised me by placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Despite his reputation for ruthless violence, he showed unexpected compassion to this broken woman. "We’ll make sure you get the medical care you need," he promised quietly. In that moment, watching my husband show mercy to the mother of a traitor, I fell in love with him all over again.

Once Brodie started talking, the words poured out like a confession at his own funeral. His voice was steady, almost relieved, as he detailed the web of betrayal that had entangled our crime family. Roman had recruited him through a mutual connection, Derek Cooper, who had fled from our territory to the rival family’s protection the moment he turned eighteen.

"Roman approached me during the helicopter maintenance some time before the crash," Brodie said, staring at his cuffed hands. "He paid me handsomely to sabotage the aircraft that killed your parents. He even funded my helicopter mechanic certification so I’d know exactly how to make it look like mechanical failure."

My blood turned to ice. Caleb’s parents had died because of this man I had once trusted, once shared a bed with, once allowed near my son. The thought made bile rise in my throat.

But Brodie wasn’t finished destroying what remained of my faith in him. He continued detailing years of dirty work for Roman’s shadow network, laundering money through shell corporations, recruiting desperate people from the slums to do the underboss’s bidding, creating false paper trails that led investigators in circles. Each revelation was another nail in Roman’s coffin.

Then came the confession that shattered my remaining composure.

"Ivy, you deserve to know the truth," Brodie said, finally meeting my eyes. "I always knew Caleb Thorne was Max’s father."

The room spun around me. "What did you say?"

"Right after that underground auction years ago, a private investigator came asking questions. Caleb had sent him to find the woman in the red dress from that night. When the detective described the case, I knew immediately it was you. Your cousin had seen you leave for that gathering and wouldn’t stop talking about that red dress." Brodie’s voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Roman paid me to send the investigator on wild chases. Then more came over the years, and I did the same thing. I kept quiet for money."

Rage burned through my veins like molten steel. "You knew who my son’s father was and said nothing?"

"Yeah, but look how it worked out," Brodie shrugged with infuriating casualness. "Fate brought you together anyway."

I shot up from my chair so violently it scraped against the concrete floor. "I hope I never have to see your pathetic face again!"

I stormed out of the interrogation room, my heart pounding with fury and disgust. How had I been so blind? How had I let this man touch me, kiss me, enter my home where my son slept peacefully?

Caleb followed me into the corridor, his powerful arms wrapping around me before I could completely lose control. "Let’s go home, tesoro," he murmured against my hair.

"How could I have been so wrong about him?" I asked, my voice breaking. "How did I let him into my life?"

"You were young and alone in a dangerous world. We all make mistakes when we’re vulnerable." Caleb’s confident smile cut through my panic. "What matters is that you chose the right man to marry and have children with."

Despite everything, I laughed. He always knew how to pull me back from the edge of despair.

"That’s what I want to see," he said, kissing me softly. "Do you mind if we stop by the office before going home? I need to discuss something with Scott."

"Of course. It’ll be good to see the girls."

At Thorne Group’s headquarters, I decided to check on Gemma, who had been miserable for weeks since her breakup with Dominic, one of Caleb’s lieutenants. I found her at her desk, staring blankly at financial reports.

"Gemma, don’t you think it’s time to forgive him? You’ve been heartbroken lately."

She sighed heavily. "Ivy, I don’t trust him anymore after what happened. I’m not sure his apologies are genuine."

My phone buzzed with a message from Caleb asking me to join his meeting. I hugged Gemma goodbye and headed for the executive elevator.

The doors opened to reveal someone already inside, and my stomach dropped.

"Ivy! What a pleasant surprise," Baxter from IT said, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"Baxter, right?" I forced politeness into my voice.

"You remember me. I’m flattered." His tone shifted, becoming more aggressive. "Too bad you didn’t mention you were looking for a relationship when we first met. But I guess you went straight to the top, didn’t you?"

"I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean."

"No, Mr. Thorne, she misunderstood," Baxter stammered.

"Let me be crystal clear," Caleb’s voice rose with controlled menace. "She belongs to me. You had nerve even looking at her."

"Mr. Thorne, I swear I never meant—"

"Don’t swear, you traitorous piece of garbage. We’ve been hunting you for months, but you made one fatal mistake. You got smart with my wife."

Baxter’s face drained of all color. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

The phone rang, and Caleb simply said, "Send them in."

Inspector Adler entered with Detective Daniel and uniformed officers, grinning like a predator who had cornered her prey.

"Another rat in the trap, Caleb."

"All yours, Adler," Caleb said, moving to sit beside me. "He’s small and pathetic, but he’s yours now."

"Mr. Bastien Cooper," Adler said, settling into Caleb’s chair. "I arrested your cousin Derek a short while ago. He’s very eager to cooperate to avoid federal racketeering charges."

"Shit," Baxter whispered, sinking deeper into his chair.

"Start talking. I’m patient, but Detective Daniel here gets impatient quickly," Adler said, gesturing to his stone-faced partner.

The confession that followed was comprehensive and damning. Roman had approached Baxter during a routine computer repair years ago, grooming him slowly with money and promises until he agreed to spy on our family operations. Small information leaks at first, then larger security breaches, until finally he was helping hide Roman’s movements and installing surveillance malware throughout our entire network.

Later, Baxter was led away in handcuffs, charged with conspiracy, racketeering, and participation in organized crime. We finally had Roman’s exact location.

The endgame was approaching.