Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Chapter 59 Lice and Lies

Daniel’s POV

I stormed out of the penthouse, desperate to keep my little one undisturbed by the chaos that was Sasha’s vindictive return. Raw fury coursed through my bloodstream like molten steel. The sheer audacity of this woman to show up at my sanctuary and confront me like some entitled mafia princess! My trigger finger twitched with the familiar urge to end her pathetic existence right then and there—to put a clean bullet between her calculating eyes and erase her from this world permanently.

Spotting her loitering on the sidewalk outside my building like some common street hustler, I seized her designer coat sleeve and yanked her around the corner into the shadows. Blind rage consumed every rational thought, and I seriously contemplated shoving her into the path of oncoming traffic. This manipulative snake was testing every boundary of my self-control, driving me toward the precipice of violence that defined my bloodline.

"What the hell are you doing here, Sasha?" I hissed through gritted teeth, summoning every ounce of discipline not to strangle her with my bare hands in broad daylight.

"What do you think, Inspector?" Her cynical smirk nearly shattered my restraint completely. I mentally counted backwards in Italian, fighting the primal Martinez instinct to wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze until her scheming stopped forever.

"Sasha, we negotiated terms," I reminded her, my voice strained with barely contained violence that would make my father’s enforcers proud.

"Yeah, we did strike a deal, but I’ve reconsidered the arrangement. I’m not giving you a full month to orchestrate some elaborate trap for me through your precious Thorne allies." The calculated calmness in her voice was infuriating, as if she had no comprehension of the brutal capabilities I’d inherited from generations of Martinez family executioners.

"Trap? The only trap was the one you and my father set for me with that corrupt judge, you manipulative—"

"Leave my family connections out of this discussion, Daniel. Besides, my mother doesn’t know anything about our private arrangements anyway." Her surgically enhanced face remained composed, but those cold eyes blazed with the malicious intent I remembered from our disastrous marriage years ago.

"What exactly do you want from me?" I cut straight to the chase, knowing that reasoning with Sasha was as pointless as negotiating with rival family bosses. She was spoiled and stubborn to her entitled core, completely deaf to logic when she fixated on something she desired.

"You know perfectly well what I want, darling." Her provocative smile made my skin crawl with revulsion.

"It’s absolutely not happening, never again!" I needed to make it crystal clear that any reconciliation was permanently off the negotiation table.

"Are you completely certain about that? Let’s go upstairs and ask your precious little nymphet what she thinks about our restored marriage certificate." Sasha pivoted toward my building’s entrance, and ice-cold panic shot through my chest like a sniper’s bullet.

I desperately needed to understand her sudden reappearance after seemingly accepting our previous arrangement through family intermediaries. But there was no way in hell I’d allow her toxic presence anywhere near Lila’s innocent world. Just then, a yellow taxi cruised past our position, sparking a tactical idea. I flagged it down aggressively, grabbed Sasha by her expensive coat, and practically threw her inside the backseat before slamming the door shut with authority.

"Owww! What’s wrong with you, you absolute brute?" she yelped indignantly, but her complaints fell on completely deaf ears.

"Are you still staying at the Summit Hotel?" I demanded.

"Yes, I am, but—"

"I’ll meet you in the main lobby shortly." I pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill and handed it directly to the driver with practiced efficiency. "Sir, please only stop and let this passenger out at the Summit Hotel downtown." The driver nodded with a courteous smile and merged smoothly into heavy traffic.

Returning to my building’s entrance, I approached the uniformed doorman with a specific mission in mind.

"Hey there, my friend, quick question—what are the realistic chances you actually saw me here today?" I asked with deceptive casualness.

"Sir, I pride myself on having excellent vision for detail," the doorman replied with a professional smile, clearly assuming I was making some kind of joke.

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