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043. Seeing Clearer...
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I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 116. Under Investigation...
“It’s him,” Selena said. “Matteo Moretti. He wants to speak to the Godmother.”Ava didn’t blink.She reached down and set the photo frame of her and Alex facedown on the desk. She stepped forward, eyes never leaving Selena’s. Her voice was iron.“Put him through.”Selena hesitated. “Ava…”Ava raised one index finger, a subtle command to stop. Just one nod.Selena handed over the phone.Ava answered. “Matteo.”The voice on the other end was unmistakably his, gravel-laced and heavy with age and malice.“I’m outside,” he said. “And I don’t do phone conversations. We’ll speak face to face. Bring whoever you trust. Or don’t.”He ended the call.Selena’s eyes widened as Ava handed the phone back.“You’re not actually going out there,” Selena said.“I am,” Ava replied, already walking toward the door.“He came this far. Let’s see what ghosts he brought with him.”Rain had started again, thin streaks tapping at the estate’s stone arches and glass panels like long fingers. Ava stepped out into
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 115. Bail Denied...
The fluorescent lights in the federal office buzzed faintly overhead, casting a harsh white sheen over the steel table that separated Ava Reed from the two agents across from her. The air was biting cold and felt sterile, reminding her that she was deep inside a place where the truth could be used as a weapon.She didn’t flinch.Her hands, neatly folded in front of her, showed no tremor. Her posture, perfect. Her pulse, calm. But inside, her mind was moving like a loaded gun clicking through timelines, alliances, paper trails, and ghosts.The silence had stretched for too long. Minutes passed like hours. The older of the two agents, a woman with shrewd eyes and a too-crisp bob, watched Ava with a stillness that was almost predatory. The younger man beside her occasionally shifted, flipping through a folder, but never spoke.Finally, the woman leaned forward.“Ms. Reed,” she began in a low voice, “Did you know Detective Alex Ramos is a Moretti? A double agent?”Ava tilted her head sl
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 114. Interest Piqued...
The rain returned just as Ava turned the corner to Pearl’s school. Her hands clenched the steering wheel hard enough to leave marks. She didn’t stop for the valet at the front entrance. She didn’t even smile at the security guard. Her breath was held until she reached the second floor and threw open the door to Room 212.Pearl was there.At a small round table near the windows, she was bent over a colouring book, her tongue caught between her teeth in quiet concentration. Beside her, a teacher murmured to another child. The world was moving, oblivious to the war Ava had just fought with herself.She leaned on the doorframe, all the tension in her limbs giving out at once.“Mom?” Pearl blinked up, her eyes wide. “Why are you here?”Ava crossed the room and knelt, pressing her lips to her daughter’s forehead. Her hands trembled against Pearl’s small frame. “I just… missed you,” she murmured, trying to smile. “That’s all.”Pearl tilted her head, skeptical. “You’re acting weird.”“Prob
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 113. Her Life... or Pearl's???
The estate was too quiet.Ava walked through the front door quietly, her boots making no sound on the polished floor. She didn’t pause in the foyer or say anything to Eleanor. She didn’t even glance at the kitchen, where the warm smell of jasmine tea lingered.Instead, she went straight to her study.Once the heavy door shut behind her, she leaned back against it, her pulse still galloping from the chaos at the penthouse. She could still see the fed’s badge flashing in the soft, sterile light, could still hear Alex’s voice inside her head. “Run. Now.”So she did.But now she was back… alone. The weight of what had been lost threatened to crush her where she stood.She crossed to her desk, dropping into the leather chair with a thud. Her eyes swept over the mess of files and encrypted drives, the fragments of war plans and digital trails. And at the centre of it all, there it was: Rafael’s faint but unmistakable handwriting, scrawled in the margins of a burned copy of the stolen ledg
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 112. Under Arrest...
“We move. Now!”Alex grabbed Ava’s hand and didn’t wait for consent. Her fingers clenched his instinctively as they turned towards the narrow hallway behind the velvet-draped casino floor, disappearing behind a mirrored panel that led to the service corridors.Ava cursed herself under her breath.They should’ve seen the play… should’ve known Isabella would never let things play out easily. Her trap hadn’t been physical; it had been psychological. And Ava, desperate, enraged, predictable, had walked right into it.They darted through the dim corridor, footsteps muffled against the faded carpet. A staff member turned a corner ahead, eyes widening.“Back kitchen,” Alex whispered. Ava nodded.They slipped into a corridor lined with supply crates and walk-in refrigerators. A waitress nearly dropped her tray of champagne flutes as they brushed past. Ava offered no apology. The noise from the main floor was swelling now, shouts, confused patrons, the thudding rush of security boots.“Left,
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 111. Black Orchid...
The Black Orchid wasn’t just a casino; it was an experience. The chandelier glimmered like a cluster of stars, filling the room with warm gold and deep red light that danced over the high-stakes tables and elegantly dressed guests shrouded in mystery. Ava Reed walked in with the grace of a blade wrapped in silk.Her crimson dress clung to her frame, slit high up one thigh, where her custom sidearm lay strapped, hidden and silent. Every step she took was calculated, a queen on a warpath, dressed to kill, hiding every intention behind red lips and velvet grace.Alex followed a step behind, tux sharp enough to draw stares, his dark hair slicked back.Ava hated that it suited him. Hated that her eyes kept drifting to him. Hated how dangerous he looked, and how much she liked it.She exhaled softly. Focus.From across the roulette pit, Ava spotted her mark: Dorian Valette, an arms dealer with a whiskey voice and a reputation for selling nightmares in bulk. He leaned against the bar in a
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