All Chapters of I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sorry guys, messed up the numberings a bit...****************For a second, Ava didn’t answer. She simply looked at him, like really looked at him. Her eyes held a weight, like a thousand unspoken thoughts were swimming just beneath the surface. Then, without a word, she leaned in.Her lips met his in a kiss, and it felt warm and soft, like secrets and long-held feelings finally coming to the surface. It was familiar and comforting.Alex cupped her cheek gently with one hand, the roughness of his palm against her smooth skin anchoring him to the moment. Their lips moved together in sync. Slow at first, exploring and cautious, until they parted, just enough to look into each other’s eyes.A shared breath passed between them.Then they kissed again, this time deeper, more assured. A little hungry. Ava’s fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, and Alex leaned in until time blurred at the edges.The soft clatter of something hitting the hardwood floor startled them apart.Alex looked

It was late at night, and the city looked almost alive under the glow of the streetlamps and the deep shadows. Alex drove his car through the quiet, the soft hum of the engine breaking the stillness.His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as his mind raced between exhaustion and the pressing question he had been trying to answer for months.Who’s the Godmother?And he had an answer to his answer… the demodulator software.It should’ve finished processing by now.He’d meant to get the results the night before, but the software had crashed, a rogue memory overflow in the waveform alignment module.He’d been halfway to snapping his keyboard in two before Rico talked him off the ledge, patched in remotely, and helped rebuild the corrupted index.They restarted the process together just after midnight.Twenty-four hours later, the program should be done. And this time, it wouldn't just be a garbled spectrogram or modulated echo. It would be clear. Decoded.It would be a voice; a real

Rico rubbed his eyes as he entered the dim lab room beneath one of their safehouses, still nursing a coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. Monitors flickered behind him, each screen stacked with code windows and GPS overlays.Alex stood near the centre terminal, arms crossed, jaw tense.“You called me in early,” Rico muttered, setting his coffee down beside a mess of flash drives. “That usually means something either blew up or something is about to. Please tell me it’s the second one.”Alex didn’t flinch. “I need eyes on Ava Reed.”Rico blinked. “Your Ava?”“Of course, who else,” Alex replied quickly, too quickly. Then he added, “Just… set up discreet surveillance. A car tail. A silent GPS ping every time her phone touches an encrypted channel. Passive only. No direct contact.”Rico straightened, the joke draining from his face. “That’s not just a red flag, man. That’s a damn flare gun.”“I know what I’m asking,” Alex said. “Just do it.”Rico frowned. “Are you thinking she’s… compli

Alex’s Apartment.The door clicked shut behind him.Alex moved through the apartment with the coiled energy of a man too full of thought to sit still. He tossed his keys onto the small glass dish by the door, dropped his jacket onto the back of the couch, and didn’t bother with the lights.The amber spill from a streetlamp outside was enough to illuminate the room in dusky gold.He pulled the envelope from inside his jacket.It was heavier than it looked. Thicker.He sat down at the edge of the couch and opened it carefully, like the contents might detonate.Inside: photos. Documents. Paper-clipped pages.The first image made his breath catch: Ava, stepping out of her car with Pearl beside her, hand resting on the girl’s shoulder. A casual, candid shot. A day that had seemed ordinary.Another photo: Rafael, standing too close to Ava on her front porch. It was a conversation, nothing more, but caught on camera, it looked like something else.More followed: stills of Pearl’s private scho

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