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036. A Huge Target...
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2025-05-16 23:35:00
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I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 038. Faking a Fever...
Ava quietly entered her study through the hidden elevator that led to the underground garage, her boots making no noise on the marble floor. She used this when she needs to leave the house as the GodMother and return quietly.She peeled off her gloves slowly. There was dry blood on them.Not hers.She set them on the entry table, next to a glass sculpture Pearl had made in school.Rafael stood near the entrance, arms folded, like he had been waiting for her return. His coat was still on."You didn’t answer your comm," he said.“I was busy,” she replied evenly, shrugging out of her black coat.Rafael stepped forward. “Busy getting blood on your hands?”Ava turned to him. Her voice was low. “I handled it. Plus, it’s not my blood.”“We talked about this, Ava” Rafael said sharply. “You said you’d step back. Let the cops deal with it. You promised…”“I didn’t promise anything,” she interrupted. “I said I’d try.”He stared at her, expression pinched. “He could’ve seen you.”“He didn’t.”“Wh
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 037. Movement Detected...
Jenna’s apartment smelled like overpriced candles and dry red wine.Alex sat back on her kitchen barstool, swirling the glass lazily in his hand. Across the counter, Jenna poured herself a second glass and leaned a hip against the granite. Her girlfriend, Tasha, hummed in the living room nearby, too focused on rearranging throw pillows to care that they were having what looked like a cop-to-cop confession hour.“You good?” Jenna asked, not looking up right away.Alex exhaled through his nose. “Been better.”She finally looked at him. “Is this about the kiss at the gala, or the hitmen currently circulating your neighbourhood?”He cracked a tired smirk. “Little bit of both.”Jenna took a sip of her wine and narrowed her eyes. “You’re quieter than usual. That’s saying something.”“I’m trying to keep a low profile,” he said, voice low. “Especially around Ava and Pearl.”She frowned. “Wait, you’re staying away?”“Just for a bit. Until this heat blows over.”“Jesus,” Jenna muttered. “You’r
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 036. A Huge Target...
Alex and Ava didn’t leave right away.After the food was gone and the plates were cleared, the duo lingered at the table, cups refilled, conversations drifting from favorite movies to bad hospital coffee to why Pearl insisted on calling documentaries “fancy bedtime stories.” The light shifted gradually from steel grey to soft amber as the sun finally broke through for real.“I swear,” Ava said, nudging her cup with her finger, “she thinks dinosaurs went extinct because they were bored.”Alex snorted. “That… actually tracks.”She smiled faintly, looking up at the warm-hued sky. “Thanks for today.”“You needed it.”“I did.”When the check came, Ava reached for it automatically.Alex intercepted it with a hand. “You bought everyone champagne at the gala. I’m covering grief fries.”“Grief fries and rooftop therapy?” she teased. “You’re going to spoil me.”“I’m trying to set a dangerous precedent,” he said dryly, already pulling his card from his wallet. “Might ruin your taste in men fore
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 035. Comfort Food...
Neither of them knew how long they sat there.Time had quieted itself. The only sound was the gentle tap of rain against trees, the soft breath of wind moving between gravestones, and the unspoken ache stretching between them. At some point, the drizzle had faded. Clouds had started to part, reluctantly, like they weren’t quite ready to let go of the grief either.The sun tried pushing through, throwing silver light over the cemetery lawn. A few birds started to stir in the trees again.Alex finally shifted beside her. “You ready to head home?”Ava didn’t move. Her fingers were still curled lightly over her knee, the fabric of her gloves damp from the grass and mist. Her lips parted slightly, but the words were delayed.“I don’t want to see her yet,” she admitted softly.Alex turned his head. “Pearl?”She nodded. “Not like this. Not with… this still on me.”“She’d understand.”“Maybe,” she murmured, “but she’s already seen too many versions of me that are broken. I try not to show h
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 034. Eight Years Today...
Things had been... quieter.The gala had done its job. Donations had poured in. The press had spun the kiss into romantic headlines, branding Ava and Alex the city’s golden couple. Pearl was thrilled. Eleanor approved. Even Rafael hadn’t voiced an objection, which was a miracle in itself.For days, it all felt like progress.Until this morning.Ava woke to the soft patter of rain on the windows, the sky outside her bedroom grey and quiet. The weight in her chest had arrived before her thoughts did—heavy, sinking. She blinked at the ceiling, unmoving.“Rain,” she murmured, her voice scratchy. “That’s all.”But when she finally picked up her phone, the truth stared her in the face.Liam Callahan – 8 Years Today.Ava stared at the calendar notification for a long moment. She had remembered last night. Had told herself not to forget. But sleep had wrapped her too tightly, and grief never screamed—it whispered, then sank its claws in deep.She sat up, pressing her palms into the mattress.
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 033. Quite the Performance...
“Kiss me,” she whispered against the low hum of applause.Alex’s mind stuttered.He blinked, caught between confusion and the sudden pulse of something hotter. “What?”They were at the gala, and all the reporters were there, too. This was her big night.“You heard me,” she murmured, eyes locked on his. “Now. While they’re watching.”And then she was leaning in, and he couldn’t look away.His first thought: This is a bad idea.His second: This is already happening.She smelled like expensive champagne and warm skin. Her lips brushed his—barely a graze—but it short-circuited something inside him. Time slowed, then snapped.She kissed him as if she possessed the moment—and perhaps even him. There was strategy in it, but also something else—something personal. Her mouth moved against his with confidence, coaxing, testing, daring him to follow her lead.And he did.His hand came up, fingers curving around her jaw. He kissed her back, deeper this time. Intentional. Possessive. He felt the s
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 032. Fundraiser...
“You need to cancel,” Eleanor said, folding her arms across her chest like she hadn’t just heard Ava the first three times.Ava stood in their clean living room, the strong smell of lavender from a diffuser filling the tense atmosphere. Sunlight poured in through the tall windows, highlighting the silver strands in Eleanor's hair as she walked back and forth. Ava felt her jaw tighten and her fingers balling into fists. “Cancelling sends a message,” she said. “It says I’m scared. I’m not.”“You’re reckless,” Eleanor snapped, stopping to face her. “You, Pearl, Alex—someone took a shot at you by the lake. This isn’t a game, Ava.”“It was a single shot in the distance. No evidence, no confirmation. I’m not pulling out of a fundraiser that took three months to coordinate.”“Don’t minimise this,” Eleanor snapped. “Someone took a shot. And it wasn’t a warning, Ava, it was a test. You’ve been rattling too many trees.”“I can handle trees.”Eleanor stepped forward. “Still a no from me.”“If i
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 031. F-M-L-Y Picnic...
“You two have five minutes to stop being adults and start being fun,” Pearl declared, hands on her hips, with a picnic basket swinging at her side like a badge of honour.Ava raised an eyebrow, sunglasses perched on her head, the lakeside breeze toying with her loose braid. “Define fun.”Pearl thrust a folded checkered blanket toward Alex. “Fun is where you pretend you’re not old and tired.”Alex took the blanket with a grin. “Ouch.”They were standing by the lake, with the sun setting low and golden behind the trees. The water sparkled as ducks swam lazily by. The air was filled with the smells of fresh grass and peanut butter sandwiches.Pearl had brought everything: homemade sandwiches, juice boxes, fruit skewers, and a neon-coloured kite she’d half-built herself. She’d also informed both adults, in separate texts, that today’s picnic was mandatory.Her mission? “Get Mom and Detective Dad to hug.”Neither Ava nor Alex had the heart—or energy—to argue.They were both still reeling f
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 030. Another Setup?...
“This feels… off.” Rafael’s voice was low, muffled under the buzz of old fluorescent lights and the faint echo of dripping water.“Everything is,” Ava replied calmly. Her voice was distorted through the filter of her mask—sleek black, minimal, voice-masked. “But this one needs to play out.”The abandoned cannery stood tall, its rusty metal walls creaking in the wind. Inside, the air felt heavy with the smells of oil and mildew, creating a tense atmosphere that seemed to hang in the empty spaces. Broken conveyor belts added to the eerie silence, broken only by the sound of footsteps.The Godmother moved like smoke, masked in black. Her figure was wrapped in sleek matte fabric, and her boots were soft against the cracked concrete. At her side, Rafael mirrored her calm expression, and behind them, two La Rosa men pushed a dolly loaded with black crates, all stamped with a discreet symbol: a triangle inside a circle.“It really needs to,” Rafael murmured. “Kalenko’s got itchy hands.”Av
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