All Chapters of I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The sun had only begun to rise across the edge of the horizon when Ava stepped back through the iron gates of the Reed estate. Her hair was still damp from the motel shower, tied into a loose bun that spoke more of exhaustion than elegance. She didn’t greet the guards, didn’t ask if Pearl was awake, nor did she glance toward the east wing, where Eleanor and Selena typically worked through breakfast briefs. She walked quietly, leaving small traces of dirt from her boots on the shiny marble floor, as she headed straight to her room.She didn’t bother to change. She threw her hoodie on the floor, fell back onto the mattress, and stared at the ceiling until her heartbeat slowed down. Then, everything went dark. No dreams, no thoughts, just a break from it all.The noise that woke her up was overwhelming. Helicopter blades whirred and sirens blared. She opened her eyes to see red and blue lights flashing across her ceiling. Her heart raced even before she got out of bed. Choppers were

At the safehouse tucked between rolling hills and quiet pine woods, Pearl sat cross-legged on the plush guest bed, her small fingers clutching a fraying teddy bear. A single duffel lay beside her, half-zipped and stuffed with comic books, a hairbrush, and mismatched socks. Her brow furrowed as she stared out the window, nothing but still trees and faraway clouds.Eleanor zipped up the duffel with a quiet sigh. “It’s like summer camp,” she said brightly, placing a bottle of peach-scented shampoo on top. “Just you and me for a while. Hikes, board games, hot chocolate... maybe even midnight pancakes if you’re lucky.”Pearl blinked, unconvinced. “Then why didn’t Mom come?”Eleanor hesitated, turning to face her. “Because she’s working on something important. Something that only she can do. But she promised me and you that this is just for a little while. A special adventure… like spies on a mission.”Pearl looked down at her bear. “So... we’re hiding?”Eleanor’s throat tightened. “We’re

Dawn was here before any of them knew it. It was almost beautiful, almost, if not for the armoured prison transport rumbling steadily down the empty road.Ava crouched in a thicket just beyond a blind curve, dressed in all black tactical gear that hugged close like second skin. The Kevlar vest pressed tight against her ribs, and her earpiece buzzed softly as Jenna’s voice came through.“Surveillance is dark. Traffic cameras are looped. We're ghosting,” Jenna said, seated miles away in a van with servers and screens glowing like a command centre.Ava exhaled through her nose. “Copy that.”Behind her, the team took their positions: two in a faux maintenance truck, another on a nearby hill with drone control, and their driver, silent, loyal, trusted with one job: get Alex out and gone.The route was a misdirect. The real transfer location had been scrubbed and replaced with false data thanks to Selena’s backchannel in the clerk’s office and Jenna’s digital sleight of hand. They had outma

The video ended, the screen fading to black, but Pearl’s wide, tear-streaked eyes stayed with Ava long after. The cabin fell into silence, broken only by the faint hum of the laptop cooling down.Ava stared at the screen, without moving. Her hand was clenched so tightly around the edge of the desk that her knuckles had gone white.“She’s terrified,” she murmured, mostly to herself.Alex stood just behind her, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His voice was quiet, but firm. “You do realise this is a trap… right?”Ava closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Of course I’m aware. I mean, it’s obvious.”“But we’re going anyway.”“We have no choice,” she snapped, then softened when she saw the guilt written across Alex’s face. “She has Pearl. This isn’t about logic or tactical advantage. It’s about my daughter.”Their eyes locked, his filled with pain and hers with anger. Ava took a sharp breath, then snatched her jacket from the hook by the door.“She chose the meeting spo

The cabin was quiet, save for the intermittent crackle of the old battery-powered radio on the shelf.Inside, Ava sat on the floor beside the wood stove, her back against the wall, her arm wrapped protectively around Pearl. She hadn’t left her side ever since, her small fingers now clinging to Ava’s shirt like they were afraid to let go. From the radio, the news anchor’s voice echoed hollowly:“The FBI continues its investigation into the mysterious woman known in syndicate circles as ‘The Godmother,’ now confirmed to be Dr. Ava Reed, the former medical director of Reed Memorial Hospital. Federal authorities believe she may be the central figure tying together the Moretti, Calabrian, and La Rosa criminal networks...”Ava turned the dial until the voice faded into static. Pearl’s wide eyes searched her mother’s face.“Why are they saying you’re... bad?” she whispered. “Are you really a criminal?”Ava's throat tightened. She looked down at her daughter, brushing strands of dark hair f