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063. Demodulation Complete...
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I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 074. Royal Tea Party...
– Reed Estate, Late AfternoonThe car door hadn’t even shut before Pearl sprang out, sneakers thudding onto the warm brick driveway. A glittery paper bag bounced on her hip, its fragile handle near breaking under the weight of construction paper, glue sticks, and determination.Inside it: Two crooked paper crowns trimmed with silver sparkles, three hand-drawn invitations, and a folded sign, scrawled in bold pink marker: “Queen & Dad’s Day?”She wore hope like a second backpack.As she stepped into the foyer, her grandmother, Eleanor Reed, always elegantly composed even in casual linen, met her with a fond smile and open arms.“There’s my hurricane,” Eleanor said as Pearl barreled in for a hug.“Hi, Granny.” Pearl squeezed her tight, then leaned back. “Is Alex still coming today? Mommy said he would.”Eleanor hesitated, smoothing a flyaway curl from Pearl’s cheek. “Sweetheart, I haven’t heard anything. But I do know that when he does show up, he and I are going to have a serious talk.
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 073. Collision Course...
The first fist came too fast to dodge.Alex's head jerked sideways as it slammed into his jaw, slamming him back against the wall. But pain wasn’t new. It only sharpened his focus.He ducked low, sweeping the feet out from the man on the right, and caught a flash of steel near his ribs.Gun.Alex twisted, slamming an elbow into the second man’s forearm just before the shot went off. The bullet punched through the drywall and sent plaster flying.The hallway exploded with motion.He spun and drove his knee into the first guy’s chest, knocking him into the opposite wall. The agent stumbled, wheezing, but didn’t drop.Alex didn’t wait.He yanked the cuff from the guy’s belt, cracked it across the back of his neck, and ducked another swing. The second man grabbed him by the collar, slammed him into the vending machine with a grunt of effort.“You’re done,” the agent growled.“Not yet.”Alex jammed his knee into the agent’s groin, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed it into the side
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 072. The Real Reason...
The diner looked like a time capsule that had been forgotten on purpose.Grease-stained tiles, a cracked leather booth, and a jukebox that hadn’t played since before Y2K. The sun crept through yellowed blinds in thin, hazy bands, painting lines across the dusty Formica tables.Alex sat in the corner booth, his sleeves rolled up, his jacket draped over the seat beside him. He looked like someone used to listening more than talking, a detective dressed in the polite stillness of someone trying to coax answers without spooking the source.Across from him, Gene Valco looked like a ghost.His skin was wind-worn and sallow, his hair thinned to a silver whisper. The man clutched a chipped mug of stale coffee like it was the only thing tethering him to the moment.They hadn’t spoken for nearly two minutes.Just sat there. Watching.Listening.Judging the other’s breath.Then Alex spoke in a quiet voice. No badge. No authority. Just an invitation.“Long way from New York, Officer Valco.”Valc
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 071. Searching...
Outside Phoenix – Midday HeatThe Sun Valley Motel sat wedged between a forgotten gas station and a faded diner, its vacancy sign half-lit and buzzing faintly. The stucco walls had been painted peach sometime in the late '90s and hadn't seen a fresh coat since. A single palm tree drooped in the parking lot, casting a long shadow over the cracked pavement.Alex stepped into the small, air-conditioned lobby with a duffel slung over his shoulder and sunglasses still in place. The chill air smelled faintly of bleach and cheap vanilla candles.Behind the counter, a young woman with bleached-blonde curls and a nose ring straightened as he approached. Her name tag read Tanya, and she blinked at him once before smiling too brightly.“Checking in?”“Yeah. Just a night,” Alex said in a low voice, handing over one of his fake ID. His alias read Kyle Jensen—Arizona address, Midwestern roots, scrubbed clean.Tanya looked at the card, then at him. “We don’t usually get the tall, handsome, and da
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 070. Unanswered Messages...
Alex’s Apartment — Early MorningThe sun was just starting to rise, its light spilling through the tall windows and creating warm, golden stripes on the hardwood floor. The room felt still and peaceful, with only the soft sounds of zippers and shifting fabric breaking the silence.Alex stood over the bed, methodically folding a dark hoodie into a black duffel bag, beside a burner tablet still in factory plastic, a spare firearm in a compact holster, and a nondescript wallet carrying three IDs. All fake. All clean.No badge this time.No Moretti rings, no precinct cards. Essentials only.He checked the contents twice. Then unzipped the tablet sleeve and inserted a small flash drive, the one Jenna had handed him two days prior. He watched the loading icon spin.> No new data.Access denied.User file restricted.The screen blinked back at him like it was mocking him.He’d hoped for something—anything—on Gene Valco. A scrap of truth. A breadcrumb. Instead, there was nothing.And that was
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 069. Old Wounds...
Matteo’s Office — EveningMatteo’s mansion stood under a grey sky that looked as though it might rain, but it never did. Inside his office, everything was made of marble and wood, creating a cold and serious atmosphere. A fire crackled quietly in the corner, providing little warmth. The walls were filled with rare books, but they felt impersonal and lacking in emotion.Alex walked in without knocking.Matteo sat behind his wide desk, swirling a lowball glass in one hand. His eyes flicked up from the newspaper, unsurprised.“So,” Alex began, “we’re hijacking shipments now?”Matteo took a sip of whatever was in the glass, likely scotch, aged and expensive. “If you’re busy playing cop husband to the doctor,” he said without looking up, “someone has to make calls you aren’t making.”Alex stepped closer. “I told you I was handling it. That shipment wasn’t supposed to be touched.”“You were unreachable,” Matteo said, folding the newspaper and setting it aside. “While you were off chasing g
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