All Chapters of I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The sky was a dull grey and hung low over the Moretti estate, like a wool blanket stretched thin and heavy over the world. It made everything look silver and calm, bathed the estate grounds in an unnatural sheen, like a dream just before waking.But the air felt different… charged. The scent of a coming storm settled into the soil, mingling with the faint bite of ozone and the earthy aroma of dirt being moved, like graves disturbed before anyone realised they were supposed to stay buried.The whole day felt like something was off, like the nervous energy before a big performance. There was a sense of something coming, a quiet warning that lingered in the air. It wasn't loud, but it was definitely there.Alex walked alone, his footsteps measured, each crunch of gravel deliberate. One hand was buried deep in the pocket of his dark overcoat, the other gripping his phone. He scrolled through encrypted intel, voice transcripts, surveillance logs, and recent intercepts. Dozens of lines. D

“Who sent you?” Ava demanded in a sharp, deadly voiceThe interrogation room under the Reed Estate was different from what you might expect. Instead of harsh fluorescent lights and grimy, blood-stained floors, it was clean and orderly. The white walls had soundproof insulation, and the floor was padded, covered with shiny surgical steel. It felt more like a medical facility than a place for breaking someone down.Ava stood in front of the Calabrian informant, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her shirt still faintly marked from the clinic. She hadn’t changed; she hadn’t wanted to. The juxtaposition made something cold inside her feel sharper.The man was bound to the reinforced chair, wrists cuffed, breathing unevenly. Blood painted his lip, trailing in dried lines down his chin. Still, a smirk twitched in the corner of his mouth like a dying man laughing at his own eulogy. “You think this is chaos?” he rasped, each syllable tearing his throat. “You should see what’s coming

Matteo's villa, made of marble and filled with memories, sat on the cliffs like a fortress. But tonight, it felt alive with tension and unease.Every major underboss in the Moretti Syndicate had assembled from New York’s lean, sharp-suited capos to the old Neapolitan brass who still kissed rings and carried grudges like rosaries. They sat in a circular-shaped room, long and windowless, the walls lined with security cameras and oil paintings of dead members who had once ruled with bloodied fists.At the centre of it all sat Matteo Moretti, silver-haired, statuesque, hands folded on the polished oak table like a judge at sentencing. Cigarette smoke coiled around him like incense in a cathedral of crime.There was a knock at the door. Suddenly, it swung open, and X… Alex Ramos walked in. He wasn't wearing a visor, a mask, or pretending to be someone else.Just him, standing taller than he ever had in this room, clad in a black tactical coat with subtle Kevlar ribbing, boots clicking aga

The rain didn’t let up, washing the streets in sheets of silver. City lights blurred in the downpour, distorted and smeared like an unfinished painting. Inside the car, the silence between Alex and Ava was louder than the engine’s low hum.Alex drove with both hands gripping the wheel too tightly. His eyes stayed fixed ahead, but he stole glances at Ava every so often, the curve of her jaw tight with tension, the bandages stark against her pale skin. She hadn’t said a word since they left the hospital. Her gaze stayed trained on the watery cityscape outside her window, unreadable.They pulled into the Reed estate, tires crunching over wet gravel. He cut the engine and looked at her.“Come inside,” she said flatly, without looking at him. It wasn’t a request, nor was it exactly an invitation.Inside, the warmth of the house greeted them like a reluctant host. Ava moved slowly, shoulders rigid with pain, but she didn’t falter. She walked upstairs without waiting. Alex followed.In the

The restaurant was elegant, with sparkling chandeliers and glimmering crystal flutes. Soft candlelight filled the space, and a classical trio played quietly in the background, mingling with the sound of conversations.At a private table near the panoramic windows, Ava sat with her chin tilted gracefully toward the skyline, her dark green gown gliding over the seat like a ripple of ink. Pearl sat between her and Alex, the girl’s curls bouncing every time she leaned in to share something new, each word, each smile lighting her from within. The world outside glittered beyond the glass, but nothing could outshine Pearl in that moment.Ava’s face was made up to perfection, bandages cleverly hidden beneath a sweep of hair, bruises masked by warm tones. Her lips curled when they needed to, lifted when Pearl looked. But her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.Alex sat to Pearl’s left, wearing a dark navy suit that was custom-fitted but slightly wrinkled from stress. He hadn’t talked much t