Semua Bab I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband: Bab 31 - Bab 40

“You need to cancel,” Eleanor said, folding her arms across her chest like she hadn’t just heard Ava the first three times.Ava stood in their clean living room, the strong smell of lavender from a diffuser filling the tense atmosphere. Sunlight poured in through the tall windows, highlighting the silver strands in Eleanor's hair as she walked back and forth. Ava felt her jaw tighten and her fingers balling into fists. “Cancelling sends a message,” she said. “It says I’m scared. I’m not.”“You’re reckless,” Eleanor snapped, stopping to face her. “You, Pearl, Alex—someone took a shot at you by the lake. This isn’t a game, Ava.”“It was a single shot in the distance. No evidence, no confirmation. I’m not pulling out of a fundraiser that took three months to coordinate.”“Don’t minimise this,” Eleanor snapped. “Someone took a shot. And it wasn’t a warning, Ava, it was a test. You’ve been rattling too many trees.”“I can handle trees.”Eleanor stepped forward. “Still a no from me.”“If i

Things had been... quieter.The gala had done its job. Donations had poured in. The press had spun the kiss into romantic headlines, branding Ava and Alex the city’s golden couple. Pearl was thrilled. Eleanor approved. Even Rafael hadn’t voiced an objection, which was a miracle in itself.For days, it all felt like progress.Until this morning.Ava woke to the soft patter of rain on the windows, the sky outside her bedroom grey and quiet. The weight in her chest had arrived before her thoughts did—heavy, sinking. She blinked at the ceiling, unmoving.“Rain,” she murmured, her voice scratchy. “That’s all.”But when she finally picked up her phone, the truth stared her in the face.Liam Callahan – 8 Years Today.Ava stared at the calendar notification for a long moment. She had remembered last night. Had told herself not to forget. But sleep had wrapped her too tightly, and grief never screamed—it whispered, then sank its claws in deep.She sat up, pressing her palms into the mattress.

Alex and Ava didn’t leave right away.After the food was gone and the plates were cleared, the duo lingered at the table, cups refilled, conversations drifting from favorite movies to bad hospital coffee to why Pearl insisted on calling documentaries “fancy bedtime stories.” The light shifted gradually from steel grey to soft amber as the sun finally broke through for real.“I swear,” Ava said, nudging her cup with her finger, “she thinks dinosaurs went extinct because they were bored.”Alex snorted. “That… actually tracks.”She smiled faintly, looking up at the warm-hued sky. “Thanks for today.”“You needed it.”“I did.”When the check came, Ava reached for it automatically.Alex intercepted it with a hand. “You bought everyone champagne at the gala. I’m covering grief fries.”“Grief fries and rooftop therapy?” she teased. “You’re going to spoil me.”“I’m trying to set a dangerous precedent,” he said dryly, already pulling his card from his wallet. “Might ruin your taste in men fore

Ava quietly entered her study through the hidden elevator that led to the underground garage, her boots making no noise on the marble floor. She used this when she needs to leave the house as the GodMother and return quietly.She peeled off her gloves slowly. There was dry blood on them.Not hers.She set them on the entry table, next to a glass sculpture Pearl had made in school.Rafael stood near the entrance, arms folded, like he had been waiting for her return. His coat was still on."You didn’t answer your comm," he said.“I was busy,” she replied evenly, shrugging out of her black coat.Rafael stepped forward. “Busy getting blood on your hands?”Ava turned to him. Her voice was low. “I handled it. Plus, it’s not my blood.”“We talked about this, Ava” Rafael said sharply. “You said you’d step back. Let the cops deal with it. You promised…”“I didn’t promise anything,” she interrupted. “I said I’d try.”He stared at her, expression pinched. “He could’ve seen you.”“He didn’t.”“Wh

The bouncer at the entrance barely looked up as Alex approached. Velvet Noir didn’t do names at the door, only faces. And Alex Ramos, even in his shadowy half-life, was still a face they recognised in places like this.The underground club felt alive, pulsing with energy beneath the city. The music boomed from every corner, shaking the floor with its heavy bass. Neon lights flashed over the crowd dancing energetically, while the air was filled with a mix of sweat, smoke, and perfume.People moved around without care, kissing, grabbing, and dancing closely, completely absorbed in the loud atmosphere. Alex walked through the chaos without looking to the side. Eyes followed him, but no one dared approach. He passed the bar, cut past the crowd, and headed toward the back.Past the mirrored walls, a narrow corridor waited. Two Moretti guards stood silent at the end. No questions. Just a door swinging open.In the back lounge, Matteo Moretti sat like a king over a silent empire. He was dre