Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 War Council

Caleb’s POV

My hands trembled as Dominic pressed a crystal tumbler filled with amber whiskey into my palm. The Don of the Thorne Syndicate reduced to a shaking mess - if my enemies could see me now, they’d think twice about their respect for my reputation.

"Drink this. It will steady your nerves." Dominic’s voice carried the weight of years of brotherhood as he reached for his encrypted phone. "Jenkins, cancel all of Caleb’s meetings for today. Family business takes priority. Thank you."

The line went dead with a sharp click. Dominic settled into the leather chair across from me in his private office, his own glass catching the afternoon light streaming through bulletproof windows. We drank in silence until the alcohol burned away enough of my shock to find my voice.

"I destroyed everything, Dominic." The words felt like broken glass in my throat. "The one woman who could have been my salvation, and I drove her straight into enemy territory. She looks at me now like I’m the monster everyone says I am."

Dominic’s calculating eyes never left mine as he took another measured sip. "Since when does Caleb Thorne surrender after one setback? That’s not the Don I’ve served alongside for many years."

I stared at him like he had lost his mind. He clearly didn’t understand the depth of Ivy’s disgust with me, the way her green eyes had turned to ice when she walked away.

"Xavier and I are getting you properly drunk tonight at my safe house," Dominic announced, standing with the fluid grace of a predator. "Hand over your keys. You’re in no condition to drive."

Before I could protest, he was already speed-dialing Xavier’s secure line. Within minutes, we were in my armored SUV with Dominic behind the wheel, heading toward his fortified brownstone in the financial district. Xavier’s black motorcycle was already parked outside when we arrived, flanked by two of his security detail.

"Cristo, Caleb, you look like death warmed over," Xavier said, his usual easy smile replaced by the sharp concern of a battle-tested consigliere.

"Ivy apparently tore him apart," Dominic replied with dark amusement. I shot them both a withering look that would have sent lesser men scrambling for cover. "Let’s get inside. I need the full story."

Dominic’s soundproof war room became our council chamber. Top-shelf whiskey, imported beer, and Cuban cigars spread across the mahogany table as my two most trusted lieutenants cornered me for details. The room where we’d planned countless territorial expansions and elimination orders now witnessed my complete emotional breakdown.

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