All Chapters of I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband: Chapter 131 - Chapter 138

The morning light peeped through the cabin blinds, forming stripes across the table where Ava sat, hunched over a map strewn with handwritten notes and digital printouts. Red ink circled locations across the city, the boldest ringed one drawn around the crumbling edge of an industrial zone: Old Varelli Steelworks, Isabella’s last known safehouse.Alex leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching Ava with quiet intensity. “She’s cornered,” he said in a low voice. “But Isabella doesn’t do surrender.”Ava didn’t look up. “Then we bring the walls down before she can claw her way out.”Her fingers moved quickly over her burner phone, transmitting the coordinates and surveillance notes to Agent Harper. No emotion crossed her face, but her shoulders straightened when the message was sent.In a windowless secure office miles away, Selena worked in near silence, the glow of four monitors reflecting pale light over her features. One screen displayed encrypted hospital files, the last re

The sea wind hit Ava’s… now, Sarah’s face, the moment they stepped out of the car. It carried the briny scent of saltwater and the faint musk of damp pine, curling around the edges of her jacket and stirring something old and instinctual in her chest. The coastal town ahead was sleepy, with its shuttered shops and lazy gulls overhead. The streets were narrow and uneven, the asphalt patchy in places where grass grew through the cracks like weeds too stubborn to die.The house was perched just beyond a weatherworn picket fence. Paint peeled from the siding in long, curling flakes. Ivy crept up one side like fingers trying to reclaim it. A mailbox hung open, rusted and crooked on its hinges.Pearl, now Lily, stood on the bottom porch step, clutching her stuffed bear, eyes darting warily down the street. Even here, in this quiet haven, the fear hadn’t left her face; it clung to her like a second skin.Ava carried only two suitcases, light despite everything they held. She hadn’t packed

"Take me," Ava urged Alex, her voice thick with desire.He groaned, positioning himself at her entrance. "As you wish, my lady," he murmured in response.Alex's voice was filled with desire, his restraints gone. The air between them pulsed with heat, the full moon enhancing the magnetic pull they felt for each other.Ava's body responded instantly, craving more of his touch, needing to feel the closeness between them deepen. She arched toward him, and his erection brushed against the opening of her core.Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and his lips met hers in a hungry kiss.The heat between them skyrocketed as she kissed him back, losing herself in his taste, the feel of his hands sliding down her back, pulling her closer.His scent overwhelmed her senses, and she felt Aurelia come forward. The wolf’s desire mingled with hers, intensifying their connection.She wanted more.She needed more.Alex growled low in his throat, his hand slipping to her waist. With a gr

Selena sat in Ava’s old office, though it hardly looked the same anymore.The curtains were new, and the gold-framed portrait of the hospital's benefactors was missing. So were the fancy glass decanters, the biometric safe, and the stylish mahogany organiser that Ava used for discreet transactions that were never meant to be traced.The space was small but looked professional and straightforward. In the calm of the late evening, the air still held hints of Ava's leather polish from her chair, the soft scent of jasmine perfume, and something sharper that Selena couldn’t quite identify.On the desk sat a single photo in a slim silver frame. It showed her and Ava at a hospital gala from years ago, before the world fractured, before masks became lives. They were laughing in that photo, heads tilted together. Friends. Sisters, partners.The muted voice of a news anchor played from a wall-mounted screen in the background, detailing the final sweep of syndicate arrests. “...thanks to seale