Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 456

Chapter 456: Chapter 52 Mothers Violent Threats

Lila’s POV

I drifted into Thorne Group’s legal department humming softly, my heart lighter than it had been in months. The world seemed painted in brighter hues after last night with Daniel, when my detective finally opened his guarded heart to me completely. How could anything feel ordinary after hearing those three precious words from a man who ruled both sides of the law?

"Girl, that inspector of yours must have worked some serious magic," Jude appeared at my desk, his knowing smile making me blush. As one of Thorne’s financial analysts who handled our legitimate investment portfolios, Jude had become my closest friend in this complex world of shadow businesses.

"It’s love that’s magical, Jude," I beamed, unable to contain my joy.

"Spill everything, beautiful," he said, settling into the leather chair across from my mahogany desk.

"He loves me, Jude. He actually loves me!" The words tumbled out like champagne bubbles.

"And that’s breaking news how exactly, Tiny Cipher?" Xavier’s voice cut through our conversation as Thorne Group’s consigliere materialized beside us like a well-dressed specter. "Everyone except you two blind fools figured that out months ago."

"What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

Xavier leaned against my desk with the predatory grace that made him so effective at negotiating both legitimate contracts and underground territories. "Only you and the good inspector were oblivious. The rest of us watched you two circle each other like a pair of lovesick wolves."

I shot Jude a questioning glance.

"Don’t look at me like that," Jude protested, raising his hands defensively. "I kept my mouth shut like a proper gentleman."

"He didn’t need to say anything," Xavier continued, adjusting his Italian silk tie. "Anyone with half a brain could see how you two gravitated toward each other at every family gathering. So Martinez finally grew a pair and confessed?"

"Since when did you become the office matchmaker?" Jude teased, earning my grateful laugh.

"Yes, he told me everything, and I shared my feelings too. Nothing can tear us apart now." My voice carried absolute certainty that my fairy tale had finally begun. "Now both of you have actual work to do for this organization."

"I’m going, I’m going to call your boy and offer my congratulations," Xavier rose with characteristic smoothness and headed toward his corner office where he orchestrated Thorne’s most delicate operations.

As my attention returned to Jude, I noticed the dark shadows beneath his usually bright eyes. "What’s wrong? You look like you’ve been through hell."

"Port’t slept properly in days, Tiny Cipher," he sighed heavily. "Have you talked to Nora recently?"

I paused, realizing I’d barely seen Nora lately. She’d been spending most of her time with Ruby, and both had been mysteriously absent from our usual gatherings at the penthouse. "Not in a while, actually. Why do you ask?"

"We had a massive fight. For days now, she’ll only speak to me when Thorne business demands it." His attempt at a casual shrug failed miserably.

"Want me to talk to her?" I offered, concerned for both of them.

"Not yet. Don’t want to drag you into our mess when you’re finally happy." His smile looked more like a grimace.

"I’m here whenever you need me," I assured him as he nodded weakly and retreated to his office where he managed the more traditional investment accounts that kept Thorne Group’s legitimate facade spotless.

I was contemplating ways to help my friend when the elevator chimed and a delivery man approached with an elaborate arrangement of white orchids and deep red roses—flowers that would make any mafia princess swoon. The card bore Daniel’s bold handwriting, and my heart melted at his thoughtfulness even amid his demanding caseload.

The morning proceeded peacefully in our marble-appointed offices until my phone buzzed with my mother’s name flashing across the screen. I realized I hadn’t spoken to her in days and actually missed her voice, despite everything. I answered warmly.

"Hi, Mom—"

She cut me off with razor-sharp precision. "Explain to me exactly where you’re living, Lila." Her tone could have frozen champagne.

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