Ace Detectives Novels & Stories

There’s no way to know unless…you’re a part of it. Amongst these masks hides an anonymous tipster, codename: Ace. Over the years, the police force have relied on his intel to make small-time arrests but today is the most important one so far. A change in leadership. And they will need all the information about this new leader as soon as possible. The force thinks Ace might be a low-level member who wanted out, while some say he’s an undercover cop. For now, no one really knows his allegiance so the police always takes his tips with a grain of salt.

"No dear, it's true and I said it to your face so that you could be aware of the great difference. That's what you call real undercover." She snorted and tossed over from her bed while reading news on her tablet. "Undercover my ass, if you're so great why would that detective declare that the culprit for Dillard's death was a GIRL. You've been exposed." Ace was taken aback and grabbed her tablet immediately. "No! this isn't happening. Ace losses to no one." "Look who's the sworn loser now?" She was about to pull all her hair out when she rolled out of bed and stormed out the room.

Her combat boots made powerful sounds that attracted people's eyes’ to the short gun resting peacefully on her belt like a lion that just ate. “Detective Sharon, FBI. This is my friend, attorney general Luis Kingston. We want to see the doctor in charge of Angel Jackie-Kingston, now!” She hissed strongly to the receptionist, maintaining a deadly look in her eyes. I admired her. The receptionist licked the lipstick off her mouth and opened the system in her computer. “Lucky you,” she said, breathing uneasily. “He's on a free hour.” “Where is he?” I jumped in. I felt she was wasting time. Ace could show up any minute. We’re not sure where he went.

“I run a very efficient security company and time is of the essence.” “Of course. I will see to it personally,” the chief scurried off with the other officer in tow and I was left with the detective, who folded her arms and watched me. “Don’t you have work to do?” I looked up at her. Twisting my wrist with a raised brow. “I don’t know what you did. Or how but I will take you down. I know you are working with Ace. I have been watching you.” She said in a hushed voice.

“That’s insane. You’re insane.” “I pulled you out of an alley so he couldn’t finish the job on his terms,” Ace said. “Now we do it on mine.” “And what if he kills me before you get to him?” “Then you were useful anyway.” I stared at him. The trembling in my hands stopped, replaced by a sharp, stinging heat in my chest. “Are you a cop?” He let out a laugh, low, cold, with no humor in it whatsoever. “Do I look like a cop to you?”

I have never felt so drained in my entire life. I checked my phone for some messages and emails. Until I came across an email address that I didnt know. Which was weird cause I dont give out my email address to anyone other than close friends and family. From: @AcrosCM Greetings, Detective! Our next move strays further from Arcilla. A connection less painful to see. Someone you wouldnt expect or someone you would have some trouble trying to save. I hope you show your fake selflessness on this, Detective. Cause we both know what it's like to be stepped on and abused. For now you may rest ;)

Giovanni and Angelina sat in the back with Zayn, while everyone else followed in other cars. The adrenaline was still coursing through me—my blood humming, heartbeat steady and calm, mind sharp. Killing does that to me. It clears my head. “Amore,” Ace said suddenly, glancing at me. His eyes held amusement, danger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Do you realize you just shot the leader of the Lebanese Mafia?” His lips pulled into a small smirk. “They’re going to come after you now.” I paused. Oh. Oops.

I question him, and he holds my face and squeezes it slightly. "It's because I know what crime I committed, but since you came into my life, I've stopped killing if someone comes here at my mansion," Ace explained, referring to the detectives who visited his mansion. "Do you mean the detectives?" I inquired, and he nodded. "I command Max to handle it; he is informing me if any detective tries to come here so we can be ready," Ace replied, and I got out of bed. "That's good, but torturing Edward's men is still a crime, and he's trying to break you down and exploit my weakness." When he heard what I said to him, he became enraged.

Settling on the couch in front of the screen, I opened my soda and waited while Mason chose a game for us. ** I V Y I don't know for how many hours I've been lying down on my bed and staring at the ceiling. The only thing I could think of was the mafia. Ace was part of the Italian mafia. Did Mason know? Was he part of it too? I had so many questions yet answers to none. I couldn't just go and ask them, 'hey guys, are y'all part of the Italian mafia?' I was not dumb. They would ask me questions, like, how do I know of the tattoo? Where did I see it? And I wasn't ready to let anyone know that part of my life yet.

As I hear Nick grunt when he gets hit by the bullet, I feel sick again. "I can't watch this shit anymore, I'm ready to kill this motherfucker." Ace clears his throat as he secures his bulletproof vest, then puts a jacket over it, proclaiming he's a member of the Laurel Springs Police Department. Looking at him, I know he's just as ready to put an end to this as I am. "Where we going first?" "Dumbass like him? He'd go straight home." "You think so?"