“Ready for your surprise, Mom?” Pearl beamed as she tugged Ava by the hand toward the living room, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement.Ava followed, barefoot, a glass of red wine swirling lazily in her hand. She wore a silky black camisole tucked into slim, high-waisted jeans, the delicate straps teasing across her shoulders. Her cardigan was casually draped open, with the sleeves rolled up, giving her a relaxed yet undeniably alluring look. A faint shimmer of perfume clung to her skin, a small indulgence she hadn’t bothered with in weeks.“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Ava said dryly, eyeing her daughter with suspicion.Selena lounged on the couch, sipping from a tumbler. “Oh, you should be.”Ava shot her best friend a withering look. “I can’t believe you agreed to help… whatever this is.”Selena shrugged with a smug grin. “I promised her anything. Besides, I plan on winning even more favourite aunt points. I’ve got a title to defend.”Ava sighed, pressing her palm to her
“Well then, Detective,” Ava murmured, a hint of challenge in her smile, “let’s see what you’re really here for.”“Sure,” Alex said, tilting his glass ever so slightly toward her, “but first, a toast.”Ava arched a brow, amused. “A toast, huh? You came all this way just to make toasts now?”Alex smirked. “You’d be surprised what I’d do for a decent glass of wine and some good company.”She leaned back, swirling the wine in her glass. “Alright, what should we toast to then?”He paused, pretending to consider, tapping a finger against the stem of his glass. “Uhm… I don’t know.”Ava chuckled. “The toast was your idea. You must have thought of something before suggesting one.”Alex let out a low laugh, the kind that slipped out from under his breath. “Touché.” He glanced at the glowing table, at the effort Pearl had poured into it—the flowers, the fairy lights, the warm plates waiting patiently beneath polished domes. He knew she must have had help, but it was still lovely. “How about we
Pearl cleared her throat and pointed dramatically to the tiramisu. “This must be shared. It’s in the name of romance.”Alex raised a brow. “Is that a rule now?”Pearl nodded solemnly. “House policy. One spoon, two mouths. Make it romantic.”Ava rolled her eyes but picked up a spoon. “Fine. One bite. But I’m not feeding him like we’re in some Hallmark movie.”Alex scooped a bite first, extending it halfway across the table. “You sure? Could be a new tradition.”She hesitated. She hesitated for just a brief moment, allowing the tension to flare up. Their fingers brushed.She blinked, heart skipping just a little too obviously, and leaned forward to take the bite, her lips grazing the edge of the spoon.“Mm,” she said, avoiding his gaze. “Okay… fine. That’s good.”Pearl’s camera clicked. “Perfect.”“Delete that,” Ava said immediately, cheeks tinged pink.“Nope. Memory secured,” Pearl replied triumphantly.Ava cleared her throat, cheeks colouring slightly as she reached for her wine agai
The soft light from chandeliers lit up the restaurant, creating a cozy and elegant atmosphere. People chatted quietly as silverware clinked on fine china, soft jazz played in the background, and the delicious smells of grilled steak and aged wine filled the air around tables covered in clean white tablecloths.Alex Ramos adjusted his badge and checked his watch. Again.Across from him, his partner Jenna took another leisurely sip of her wine, clearly entertained by his impatience."Well, your matchmaking effort was a total waste today," Alex muttered, shooting her a look of mild irritation. "She isn’t here, so I should probably take my leave."Jenna rolled her eyes. "You’re impossible, you know that? Maybe she just got caught up in traffic.""Or maybe she wasn’t interested in a blind date with a detective.""Or maybe you should stop acting like this is a murder investigation and relax," Jenna countered. "God, no wonder you’re single."Alex exhaled through his nose, already regretting
"Everyone in position, Rafael?""Yes, Godmother."Ava Reed adjusted her black gloves as the dim city lights cast sharp shadows on her face. Dressed in all black with her long coat fluttering in the cool night air, she looked like a spy, an assassin, or even a ghost. Her dark-tinted glasses shielded her bright green eyes, but her cold, stiff posture left no doubt about who she was.She was The Godmother.From her vantage point on the rooftop of an adjacent building, she gazed down at the brightly lit minister’s office. The luxury suite on the top floor screamed power and wealth—evidence of the corruption she had come to cleanse.She flexed her fingers inside her gloves. Time to begin.With a single nod, she signaled Rafael. Within seconds, the plan was in motion.Ava watched as her men slipped inside the building. The security cameras blinked out and went offline. The power inside the minister’s suite was cut off remotely, forcing his guards to switch to backup generators. By the tim
Ava Reed’s Apartment – MidnightAva opened the front door and sighed as she took off her heels. She felt tired from the night, but she didn’t stop. She headed straight for Pearl’s room.The door was slightly ajar. As she stepped inside, her gaze softened.Pearl was curled up in bed, her dark curls sprawled across the pillow, her small hands tucked under her cheek. Peaceful. Innocent. Completely unaware that she had single-handedly turned her mother’s world upside down yet again.Ava clenched her jaw and let out a slow breath.This wasn’t the first time Pearl had asked for a dad.It wasn’t even the tenth.Pearl had been asking for a father for years. Always watching other kids with their dads, always sneaking hopeful glances at couples in restaurants.But this was the first time Pearl had taken matters into her own hands.Ava had given her everything—a life of luxury, safety, the best education. But she couldn’t give her that.She let out a slow breath and leaned against the doorframe.
Ava gripped the steering wheel, exhaling sharply. The car ride home had been quiet for the first five minutes, but she could feel Pearl glancing at her every few seconds.Finally, Pearl spoke. "So… what do you think about Mr. Ramos?"Ava didn’t take her eyes off the road. "I think you need to stop meddling in my life."Pearl huffed. "I had to. You weren’t doing anything about it."Ava shot her a look. "Because I don’t want to do anything about it.""But you should." Pearl leaned forward in her seat with a serious expression. "Mom, don’t you ever get lonely?"Ava’s fingers tightened around the wheel. "I have you. That’s all I need."Pearl sighed dramatically. "But I want you to be happy, too. And I think Mr. Alex is perfect."“Switching to first names already?” Ava rolled her eyes. "You barely know him, Pearl.""I know enough," Pearl said smugly. "I know he’s brave and smart, and he didn’t run away screaming when I asked him to be my dad."Ava pressed her lips together. "Yet."Pearl gi
Dinner began cordially.For all of ten minutes.The table was set with the finest china, the wine was aged to perfection, and the food was exquisite—Ava had to admit that, if nothing else, her mother knew how to host a dinner that screamed high society.But as soon as Eleanor Reed put her wine glass down and looked directly at Alex, the real conversation began.“So, Mr. Ramos,” Eleanor said calmly, placing her hands on the table. “What are your plans for my daughter?”Ava nearly choked on her wine. Oh, for the love of—Alex, on the other hand, merely smirked as if he’d been expecting the question. "Would it reflect badly on me if I said I don’t know and I’m still figuring that out?"Ava scoffed before her mother could respond. "He has no intentions.""He does.” Pearl beamed. “He just doesn’t know it yet."Ava shot her daughter a warning look. "Pearl."Pearl let out a dramatic sigh but then picked up her fork and took a bite of mashed potatoes—only to perk up a second later. "But Gran
Pearl cleared her throat and pointed dramatically to the tiramisu. “This must be shared. It’s in the name of romance.”Alex raised a brow. “Is that a rule now?”Pearl nodded solemnly. “House policy. One spoon, two mouths. Make it romantic.”Ava rolled her eyes but picked up a spoon. “Fine. One bite. But I’m not feeding him like we’re in some Hallmark movie.”Alex scooped a bite first, extending it halfway across the table. “You sure? Could be a new tradition.”She hesitated. She hesitated for just a brief moment, allowing the tension to flare up. Their fingers brushed.She blinked, heart skipping just a little too obviously, and leaned forward to take the bite, her lips grazing the edge of the spoon.“Mm,” she said, avoiding his gaze. “Okay… fine. That’s good.”Pearl’s camera clicked. “Perfect.”“Delete that,” Ava said immediately, cheeks tinged pink.“Nope. Memory secured,” Pearl replied triumphantly.Ava cleared her throat, cheeks colouring slightly as she reached for her wine agai
“Well then, Detective,” Ava murmured, a hint of challenge in her smile, “let’s see what you’re really here for.”“Sure,” Alex said, tilting his glass ever so slightly toward her, “but first, a toast.”Ava arched a brow, amused. “A toast, huh? You came all this way just to make toasts now?”Alex smirked. “You’d be surprised what I’d do for a decent glass of wine and some good company.”She leaned back, swirling the wine in her glass. “Alright, what should we toast to then?”He paused, pretending to consider, tapping a finger against the stem of his glass. “Uhm… I don’t know.”Ava chuckled. “The toast was your idea. You must have thought of something before suggesting one.”Alex let out a low laugh, the kind that slipped out from under his breath. “Touché.” He glanced at the glowing table, at the effort Pearl had poured into it—the flowers, the fairy lights, the warm plates waiting patiently beneath polished domes. He knew she must have had help, but it was still lovely. “How about we
“Ready for your surprise, Mom?” Pearl beamed as she tugged Ava by the hand toward the living room, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement.Ava followed, barefoot, a glass of red wine swirling lazily in her hand. She wore a silky black camisole tucked into slim, high-waisted jeans, the delicate straps teasing across her shoulders. Her cardigan was casually draped open, with the sleeves rolled up, giving her a relaxed yet undeniably alluring look. A faint shimmer of perfume clung to her skin, a small indulgence she hadn’t bothered with in weeks.“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Ava said dryly, eyeing her daughter with suspicion.Selena lounged on the couch, sipping from a tumbler. “Oh, you should be.”Ava shot her best friend a withering look. “I can’t believe you agreed to help… whatever this is.”Selena shrugged with a smug grin. “I promised her anything. Besides, I plan on winning even more favourite aunt points. I’ve got a title to defend.”Ava sighed, pressing her palm to her
Ava sat at her kitchen table, sleeves rolled to her elbows, a faint glow from the laptop screen illuminating her face. The confiscated phone from the Calabrian operative lay connected beside it, a mess of wires feeding data into the decryption software.Rafael hunched over beside her, scrolling rapidly through decrypted logs.“See this?” Rafael pointed, scrolling to a specific log entry. “Coordinates. But they’re staggered.”Ava leaned closer, brow furrowing. “Drop points?”“Could be.” Rafael’s fingers flew over the keyboard, pulling up more entries. “Or decoys.”She stared at the string of locations, chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. “Any overlap with our network?”“Not directly,” Rafael replied, switching to a map overlay. Red dots appeared in scattered clusters, tracing a path through the city like a predator quietly moving through its territory.“But look here.” He zoomed in. “Their paths intersect here, here, and here. Over our donor routes. Looks like they’ve been sh
The old Moretti safehouse smelled of oil, mildew, and blood. Bare bulbs flickered over the concrete floor, casting long shadows across crates stamped with outdated Italian shipping marks. Somewhere outside, a stray dog barked once, then silence.Alex stood in the centre of the room, sleeves rolled up, tie discarded on a chair. His knuckles ached faintly from the last round. Before him, bound to a chair with zip ties, sat the second Calabrian operative. His men had caught him sneaking out of the reception’s kitchen door, a fake catering badge still pinned to his vest.The man’s face was swollen, one eye nearly shut, blood trickling from his split lip.Matteo stood against the wall with his arms crossed, his expression hard to read. He hadn't said much since they brought the man in. He was just watching closely, taking in everything Alex was doing.“You’re going to talk,” Alex said in a calm, almost conversational tone. “And you’re going to start with what the hell you were doing at my
Ava set her champagne glass down on a passing tray, her smile lingering a moment longer for Alex’s sake. “Excuse me,” she said lightly, brushing a hand along his sleeve. “I need a minute.”Alex raised an eyebrow in question, and she simply said. “Powdering my nose.”“Don’t be too long,” Alex replied with an easy grin, sipping his drink. “I’ll hold down the fort.”She smiled back, slipping seamlessly into the flow of guests, weaving past laughing politicians and swirling gowns, while keeping her eyes fixed on the waiter. Once around the corner, her smile dropped. She stepped swiftly through a side door and into the quiet service corridor lined with crates and catering carts, the hum of the gala replaced by the distant clatter of catering trays. Dim lights buzzed overhead. The waiter wasn’t far—she spotted him just ahead, slipping deeper into the hall, checking his phone.“Stop,” Ava said calmly.He froze, glancing over his shoulder, startled but not yet alarmed.“Turn around.”He he
The weeks leading up to the mayor’s award ceremony felt deceptively calm throughout the city.Everything seemed perfect on the outside. Newspapers celebrated the drop in crime, generous donors supported Ava’s community health program, and people in the precinct talked about Alex as if he had single-handedly fixed the streets.But beneath the surface, things were definitely tense. Rico's reports on Kalenko were frustratingly vague, and even though they had rescheduled the shipment, it still hadn’t shown up. Meanwhile, the De Lucas family was strangely silent. Alex reached out to his father once, but their conversation was short and left him feeling unsatisfied.Meanwhile, Ava balanced long hours at the hospital with a string of public appearances she couldn’t decline.But today, today was a promising day in the city.It was award-giving night.City Hall had never looked so grand—chandeliers blazing, marble floors polished until they reflected the gold trim lining every arch and column
The phone call had barely ended when Alex spotted movement in his rearview mirror.A man emerged from behind a tall hedge near the front gate of the Reed estate, standing in the warm light of the security lamps. He wore a nice, dark long coat, and he didn’t seem to be trying to hide; he was simply waiting.Alex’s hand hovered near his holster as he stepped out of the car and closed the door behind him.“Something I can help you with?” Alex called out, casually but not carelessly.Rafael stepped forward, hands in his coat pockets. “I could ask you the same.”Alex didn’t move. “You’re Ava’s assistant. Rafael, right?”“Among other things.”There was an awkward silence between them, a tense moment that pretended to be a conversation. The wind rustled through the trees by the estate walls, the only sound filling the gap for a while.“I’m not here for trouble,” Rafael finally said, stepping a little closer. “But if you’re going to keep showing up at that door pretending to be something you’
Ava tilted her head slightly, watching him. “Can I ask you something?”Alex gave her a slow grin. “Isn’t that what dates are for?”She didn’t return the smile. “Why’d you become a cop?”He paused, fork halfway to his mouth. “Wow. Jumped right past favourite colour and childhood pets, huh?”“I figured they don’t really say much about you,” she replied with a neutral shrug. “Besides, you strike me more as a rescue-dog-than-hamster type anyway.”That made him chuckle. He set his fork down, leaning forward with his forearms braced on the edge of the table. For a moment, he looked thoughtful, like he was sorting through something. But the truth—well, his version of it—came easily now. He’d rehearsed it so many times it felt real.“My mom used to run a little diner in the south end,” he said, his tone gentler now. “One day, someone came in with a knife and tried to rob the register. I was twelve. I froze. My dad wasn’t around that day. But there was this guy, a regular customer. Off-duty