Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Blood Revealed

Caleb’s POV

Xavier’s composure had cracked in a way that made my blood run cold. His usual iron control as my consigliere was nowhere to be found, replaced by something that looked dangerously close to panic. When we stepped into his safe house, the sight of Scott, Dominic, and Finn gathered in the war room sent warning bells clanging through my skull.

”What the hell is going on?” My voice carried the authority of a Don, but the tension in the room was suffocating enough to choke a horse.

”Sit down, Caleb,” Xavier’s tone was measured, but I caught the tremor underneath. The kind of shake that meant either someone was about to die, or everything we knew was about to change. I dropped into the leather chair, every muscle in my body coiled like a loaded weapon. ”Remember when we released Ivy from our protection? I had my contact at the NYPD run a deep background check on her.”

”Yeah, so what? That intel is old news now.” I shrugged, but something in Xavier’s expression made my gut twist like a knife was turning in it.

”It should be old news,” Xavier ran a hand through his hair, his composure slipping further. ”The investigation came back spotless. Ivy’s record is clean as fresh snow, exemplary even. But my guy stumbled onto something else entirely.” His dark eyes found Finn across the room. ”He figured out who Max’s biological father is.”

Finn’s face went white as cocaine. ”Are you fucking serious? I’ve been trying to track down that bastard since Ivy first told me she was carrying. I hit nothing but dead ends and burned contacts. Who is he?”

”Hold on.” Xavier raised his hand with the kind of authority that made even made men freeze in their tracks. ”Around the same time, Scott walked into my office with his report about that woman you’ve been hunting for years, Caleb. The one from the masquerade auction. He found her.”

The safe house tilted on its axis. After all this time, all the sleepless nights and endless manhunts through every corner of the five boroughs, someone had actually tracked her down. But the way Xavier was looking at me made my blood freeze in my veins.

”I don’t see the fucking connection,” Dominic’s voice cut through the thick air like a blade.

”There’s a connection, alright.” Xavier’s words came out like bullets from a silenced pistol. ”We never knew the details about how Ivy met Max’s father. None of us really knew the whole story, did we, Heidi?”

Heidi shifted uncomfortably in her chair, the old woman’s composure cracking. ”Ivy only told me she met him at some underground gathering. They had one night together, and that was it. I figured you soldiers all knew that much.”

”But you never knew which gathering,” Finn’s voice was barely above a whisper, and when I looked at him, tears were already streaming down his scarred face.

”Exactly.” Xavier’s next words came slowly, deliberately, like he was delivering a death sentence. ”Just like you never knew the exact circumstances of how Caleb met the woman who’s been haunting him for so long.”

”No fucking way.” Finn was openly sobbing now, his shoulders shaking.

”Someone needs to spell this out for me because I’m completely lost here!” My patience snapped like a wire under too much tension, and my voice echoed off the reinforced walls.

Xavier looked directly at me, and I saw something like sympathy in his eyes. The kind of look you give a man before you tell him his world has just been turned upside down. ”Caleb, you met a woman at that underground masquerade auction the night your parents were killed in the car bombing. You stepped away to take the call about the hit, got the worst news of your life, and when you came back, she was gone. You searched every corner of our territory but never found her. You’ve spent years looking for her.”

The blood in my veins turned to ice water. ”Yeah, and?”

”Ivy met Max’s father at that same masquerade auction.” The words hit me like a shotgun blast to the chest. ”The woman you’ve been searching for, Caleb, is Ivy. You’re Max’s father.”

The world stopped spinning on its fucking axis. Everything around me went silent except for the roaring in my ears like a freight train. I felt tears streaming down my face, but I couldn’t form words. The safe house was tomb-quiet, everyone frozen in shock like we’d all been hit by the same lightning bolt.

Xavier slid two thick manila folders across the metal table toward me. My hands shook like a junkie needing a fix as I opened them, scanning the investigator reports with growing amazement. One detailed Ivy’s background check, the other documented the search for my mystery woman from the auction house.

When I finished reading, I looked up to find everyone watching me with tear-filled eyes, their faces mirrors of my own stunned disbelief.

”It’s really her, Xavier!” I grabbed the photograph clipped to one of the reports, a grainy surveillance shot from the auction house that night. ”This is her! I’ve been looking for her all this time, and she was right under my nose in my own territory! And Max, Christ almighty, Max is my blood!” The sobs came harder now, raw and uncontrolled like a dam had burst in my chest. ”I always felt something when I looked at that kid, some connection I couldn’t explain. Now I know why. He’s mine!”

I shot to my feet, adrenaline and pure territorial instinct propelling me toward the door. ”I need to see Ivy right fucking now!”

Finn and Jude moved like lightning, catching my arms before I could storm out.

”Slow your roll, Boss. You can’t just charge over there and dump this on her. She’s in a fragile state right now,” Finn’s grip was iron-strong.

”What do you mean fragile?” My voice rose to a roar that could wake the dead. ”First Jude starts acting mysterious about Ivy, now you? What aren’t you telling me?”

Finn’s face crumpled like paper. ”Dominic, get Zoe over here. Now.”

”I’ll call her. Ruby should come too,” Dominic was already pulling out his encrypted phone, his expression grim as a funeral.

”Sit your ass down and wait,” Jude’s tone carried the kind of authority that made even Dons listen. ”I’m calling Nora.”

What felt like an eternity in purgatory passed, but finally all three women burst through the reinforced door, practically tripping over each other in their haste. The worry radiating from them was thick enough to cut with a knife, and when Zoe’s eyes found my face, her expression shifted to something close to terror.

”What happened to Ivy? Finn, where is she?” Zoe’s voice was pitched high with the kind of panic that preceded bloodshed.

”She’s safe. She’s at the headquarters with Gemma,” Xavier’s reassurance did little to ease the tension crackling through the room like live electricity. ”Everyone sit down.”

Xavier repeated the entire revelation for the women, who stared at me like I’d grown a second head or sprouted wings. Their mouths hung open, shock written across every feature like it had been carved there with a blade.

”Now I want the truth, Zoe. What’s wrong with Ivy, and why can’t I go to her?” I locked eyes with her, my patience completely shredded and hanging by a thread.

”Damn it, Thorne!” Zoe’s curse cracked like a whip in the enclosed space. ”This isn’t my secret to spill. Ivy’s going to put a bullet in my head.”

”Zo, he needs to know. What he has to tell her changes the entire game. He should understand the situation so he can handle it like the Don he is,” Ruby’s hand found Zoe’s arm, her voice gentle but insistent.

”That’s exactly why I called you, Zo. We have to tell him,” Finn added, his voice still thick with tears.

”Tell me what?” My voice was dangerously low, the kind of quiet that preceded executions.

Zoe took a shuddering breath, clearly weighing her words like they were made of pure gold. ”Do you remember that day with Ivy in the elevator?”

”Of course. It was the last time we were together before everything went to hell.” The memory still burned like acid in my chest.

”Well.” Zoe’s pause stretched like a torture session. ”She’s carrying your child, Thorne.”

The earth stopped rotating for the second time in one evening, like God himself had reached down and grabbed the planet.

”She’s what?” Xavier and Dominic’s voices overlapped in perfect synchronization, their shock echoing off the walls.

”I’m going to be a father again?” The words came out strangled, and fresh tears began flowing like rivers down my face. ”Really?”

”Yes, but Ivy’s emotional state is extremely volatile right now. The hormonal changes are intense, which is why we’re all walking on eggshells around her,” Jude explained with the patience of a saint.

”How did you know when I didn’t?” I turned to Jude, confusion mixing with everything else churning inside me like a hurricane.

”I pay attention to details. It’s what keeps us alive in this business. I’ve got several nieces and nephews through my extended family. I know the signs when a woman’s carrying,” Jude said simply.

”I already have one incredible son, and now there’s going to be another baby! I’m going to be a father twice over!” The joy was overwhelming, spilling out of me in shouts that could probably be heard three blocks away. ”But why didn’t she tell me?”

”Because you were engaged to that walking skeleton with a trust fund,” Nora’s words were sharp as broken glass and twice as cutting.

”Not anymore. You guys don’t know yet, do you?” I realized I’d only told Jude and Xavier about calling off the arranged marriage. ”Jude, Xavier, fill them in. I can’t think straight right now. All I want is to see my family.”

”You’re staying right here,” Xavier’s tone carried the finality of a death sentence. ”I’m calling Gemma to bring Ivy here instead.”

”That’s perfect, Xavier,” Zoe agreed quickly, relief evident in her voice.

I forced myself to take several deep breaths, fighting for the kind of control a Don needed to survive. ”Listen, Ruby, I know Ivy’s been seeing your brother. He seems like decent people, but I’m not walking away from my blood.”

Ruby’s smile was soft and understanding, like she’d been expecting this conversation. ”My brother is wonderful, Caleb. But Ivy isn’t seeing him anymore. He went back to Texas to spend time with our parents.”

When those words hit me, my heart nearly exploded with pure, overwhelming territorial joy that felt like pure cocaine in my veins.