All Chapters of Bound to the mafia : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ava’s POVVindell’s eyes met mine, and I subtly gestured for him to pause the call. “Give me a moment,” he said.“Sure, baby! But I hope you know you have just ten minutes,” Kate reminded him.Vindell quickly muted the call before dragging a frustrated hand through his hair. His jaw tightened, and he let out a deep breath as he stared at me.“What are you waiting for?” I asked.His eyebrows drew together. “What?”“Shoot me!”“What?!” His eyes widened, and he stared at me as though I’d suddenly lost my mind.“Come on, Vindell! You don’t seriously think she’s going to believe you?” I leaned closer. “Do you think Kate escaped prison just to play some sick games with you? Or do you honestly believe she managed to get out all by herself?”His expression hardened. “What exactly are you getting at?”“There’s a grand scheme here, Vindell, and your mother is nothing more than a means to an end.” I glanced at his phone before looking back at him. “Think about it. She’s definitely not going to k

Mrs. Ashford’s POVThe first slap sent my head snapping to the side. Before I could recover, Kate grabbed my face and struck me again. And again. My cheek burned, my ears rang, and the metallic taste of blood spread across my tongue. By the time she delivered the last slap, I could barely keep my head straight. I spat out the blood that had gathered in my mouth and slowly turned back to face her.A grin tugged at my lips. “What? You can’t do it?” I taunted, wiping the corner of my mouth with my tongue. “Get a knife or a gun. Not your weak-ass hands.”Her nostrils flared. Her fingers curled into tight fists as she glared down at me. “You think I can’t kill you and pretend you’re still alive?” she snapped.“Then do it, loser! What are you waiting for?” I leaned forward as much as my restraints allowed. “Are you waiting for orders from your fellow loser? At least accomplish something meaningful with your miserable life.”“Mrs. Ashford…” She pointed a trembling finger at me. “My patience

Ava’s POVAva shook her head slightly. “Vindell, they couldn’t possibly have searched every port in the state and found nothing. Something isn’t right.”“Ava…”“No, listen to me.” She stepped closer to my desk. “How is it possible that your men have searched everywhere and still haven’t found a single trace of Kate? What if they’ve missed something?”“I’ve had my people searching since the beginning. I’ve also used every connection I have. If there was a lead, Michael would have found it.”“But…”“I know.” I raised my hand, stopping her. “I know you don’t want to accept it, but we can’t keep chasing something that isn’t there.”She pressed her lips together, looking away. I watched her for a moment before letting out a tired breath.“I’m sorry.”Her eyes returned to mine. “For what?”“For the way I made you sign that contract. For dragging you into my life and making you experience things you never should have had to experience.” I paused, struggling to find the right words. “You didn

Ava’s POV“Then explain why the movements are so deliberate.” I said, pointing at the video“People move their hands when they talk.” Vindel replied “Not like that!” I took the phone from him and opened the page again. “Look. I searched for ports beginning with those two letters. There were several with C, but Moonbay is the only one I found beginning with M. And look at its logo. That half moon resembles the C her hand was forming.”I zoomed in on the logo and placed the phone in front of him. “Don’t you see the connection?”Vindell studied the screen “Moonbay Port,” he muttered.“Yes! Crescent Berger owns it. What if that’s where they’re keeping your mother?. Can we do a thorough search on Moonbay?”“Ava, it will be pointless.”My smile gradually disappeared. “What?”“I just have today. No time.” He pushed his chair back slightly and stood. “I’m sorry, Ava, but I can’t risk it anymore. I have to start fabricating Mr. Blackwood’s evidence, and that’s not an easy feat. Whatever I pro

Ava’s POVFortunately, some of Michael’s men were already positioned nearby, waiting for him to make a move. The moment the vehicle pulled out, one of them immediately followed.Michael pressed his communication device. “Never loose sight of that vehicle. And what make is that?.”“Grey Range Rover,” came the response.“Alright. Keep your distance. We’re right behind you.”We hurried back to our car and drove after them, relying on the directions coming through Michael’s communication device.The further we drove, the quieter the surroundings became. The busy streets gradually gave way to a lonely pathway, with fewer vehicles and barely anyone walking around. Then, from a distance, we spotted the Grey Range Rover.It was parked beside a small building. Michael slowed down, observing the surroundings before speaking into his device.“We have to stop here, boss. We don’t want to raise suspicion.”He parked the car at a reasonable distance, and we got out. The area appeared to be a local