Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 Territorial Claims Made

Ivy’s POV

The first round of blackjack began in Xavier’s private penthouse, cards sliding across the mahogany table that had witnessed countless mafia negotiations. Finn went bust early, his face contorting with the same frustration I’d seen when deals went south on the streets. Parker followed suit, pushing past twenty-one, which brought a predatory smirk to Caleb’s lips. When the smoke cleared, Brenda emerged victorious with a solid twenty, leaving Finn shifting in his leather chair like a soldier awaiting execution orders.

"Apologies Finn, but in this family we never waste leverage," Brenda announced, his voice carrying the calculated anticipation of a made man closing a profitable deal. He turned toward Zoe with eyes that gleamed like polished steel. Her smile was pure temptation wrapped in danger. "Someone keep time."

Brenda’s fingers traced the delicate curve of Zoe’s cheek before sliding to the nape of her neck with practiced precision. He pulled her close, claiming her lips in a kiss that carried all the intensity of a territorial claim. The room fell silent except for the sound of their breathing and the distant hum of the city’s underworld below.

"Time. Just long enough," Xavier called out, though his voice carried the strain of a consigliere managing volatile emotions. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Brenda pulled back slowly, wearing a smile that could charm information from enemy informants, while Zoe looked completely dazed, her lips slightly parted. Finn’s discomfort had transformed into something darker, more possessive, the kind of jealousy that started turf wars. Zoe caught her breath and turned to her boyfriend with a playful expression that masked years of navigating dangerous waters.

"See, darling? No casualties," she said with a wink that only seemed to make Finn’s jaw clench tighter, his hands forming fists like he was ready to draw iron.

Laughter rippled through our crew, but Caleb’s voice was a low growl in my ear, carrying the menace of a don protecting his territory.

"No other man touches what belongs to the Thorne family."

The heat in his words sent shivers down my spine, reminding me of the blood oath that bound us together.

The next round proved devastating for Jude as Silas claimed victory with twenty-one points. Silas’s face lit up like he’d just secured a major arms deal as he stood and extended his hand to Nora with the confidence of a capo who always got what he wanted.

"Perfect score means no restrictions," he announced with barely contained excitement, his voice carrying undertones of controlled violence.

Silas’s hands found Nora’s waist, pulling her against him as his mouth crashed down on hers with the hunger of a man claiming spoils of war. This wasn’t the diplomatic kiss we’d witnessed before. This was raw possession, their bodies molding together as if they were alone in a safe house. Nora’s arms wound around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss with the passion of a woman who understood the stakes. Their bodies pressed together with an intimacy that made the air thick with tension and unspoken promises. I glanced at Jude, expecting the fury of a betrayed soldier, but found something entirely different. His eyes burned with an excitement that was almost predatory, like a don watching his strategy unfold perfectly. He was enjoying watching his wife in another man’s arms.

When Silas and Nora finally broke apart, both were breathless, their lips swollen and red like they’d been marked by violence.

"Even better than I calculated," Silas murmured, his thumb brushing across Nora’s lower lip with the gentleness reserved for precious contraband before helping her back to her seat.

"Now we’re getting somewhere," Hunter said, rubbing his hands together with the eagerness of a street soldier anticipating action. "Deal the next round."

Tension crackled through the room like electricity before a hit as cards were distributed. I noticed Jude whispering something in Nora’s ear that made her nod and smile while looking directly at Silas with the calculated sweetness of a mob wife who knew how to play the game. Ruby emerged victorious this round with twenty-one points, and without hesitation, she stood and straddled Xavier’s lap with the confidence of a woman who’d survived the streets. Her kiss was commanding, passionate, carrying the intensity of someone who’d learned that power was everything, and left Xavier looking stunned when she finally released him. As she returned to her seat, she leaned toward Beckett with a predatory smile that would make enemy informants confess.

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