Detective Mha Novels & Stories

Harper’s POV The word hangs in the heavy, suffocating air of the executive office. Disgust. I watch his dark eyes closely. For a fraction of a second, the impenetrable, terrifying mask of the mafia boss cracks. I can see a distinct, undeniable hit of raw pain flash across his handsome face. It looks as if I just reached into his chest and physically squeezed his heart. But the vulnerability only lasts for a microsecond before he violently suppresses it. He regains his composure, his jaw locking into place as his face returns to its normal, blank, stoic norm.

He rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.

"You're right, I'll have a cup of coffee and go over there later to see if he needs anything..." I did exactly what I said I was going to do, but it took me an hour or so. Taking ant bites out of my bread so that the coffee would never end, and I wouldn't have to participate in yet another drama of a stolen drug shipment or the death of someone who broke some rule. Mirella came in excited, full of bags, and with a smile on her face that I hadn't seen in a while. "Where did you go?" I asked good-naturedly

His brows furrowed, and he asked in an uncomfortable, sharp tone: — And who might you be? The man answered steadily, opening his jacket to reveal his badge: I'm Detective Mohammed, Deputy Public Prosecutor. A tense silence followed, broken only by Malik's heavy breathing. The moment stretched on, a silent test, until Malik finally turned aside, clearing a path, and said slowly:

Maya, the detective, had a disgusted look on her face. The blood on my shirt remained there as I walked into the station. "I should be getting answers about who did this and why I'm appearing this way." I tilted my neck, almost causing myself discomfort. "I understand that you're in pain, but this is inappropriate here." She pulled out her jacket and gave it to me. I reluctantly put it on. "Now what's next?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "I think the suspect is a member of the mafia." She showed me a clip as evidence.

The man standing behind him looked younger with at least twenty years gap, they almost looked like father and son. “Good afternoon, I am Detective Mikson and this is my assistant Warwick and I am the detective working on the Murders in the Miller hotel but it turns out it is not only the hotel but even a company building. Where next Mr Miller? Your house? The King's house?” The detective inquired with a hint of amusement and seriousness and his assistant who was standing behind him also chuckled without looking at the Millers as they were standing to Lydia side by side.

CAMILLA RYDER I sat quietly in the back seat of the police car, my hands, covered in blood, trembling as they rested on my lap. The cold metal of the handcuffs bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache swelling in my chest. I stared through the tinted glass, but I noticed the officer in the front seat kept eyeing me through the rearview mirror. I knew the look— the famous CEO of M-Elite Group is now a murderer... But all I could was keep quiet and remain numb.

Jay said while Maya read the scantily detailed information about this mysterious entity in the half blank pages. "Anything else?" Maya asked, not pulling her gaze from the recorded solved cases in the five years of when his alias was exposed. Somehow the feeling was intense in her brain that he had solved several times cases in the time span and he'd been working pretty much prior from the time mentioned here. His name, his age, his face, everything was as blank as a mysterious riddle which was clinging to Maya's mind like iron weights. "There are a few CBI officers who are also involved with your case, the head's name is Shivaay Sinha." He replied and the name clicked right in place in Maya

Alessia contemplated for a moment and then said, "Lead the way, Mr. Williams." As Damon turned and started walking out of the building, Alessia couldn't help but appreciate the view. Damon is perfect and now she understands why he got hole ass fan club on social media. Across America, Alex sat at the small cubicle-style desk inside the precinct, attempting to go over the details for accessing child cases in an attempt to find some similarities. Alex frowned at the last folder in his stack before shoving back his chair. If he was going to take a break in this case and find some way to infiltrate the officer crew then he was most certainly going to need more coffee. As Alex walked down the dim

He didn't let go, simply allowing me to soak his shirt with my tears. Pulling back slightly, I repeated my desperate question. "But?" "When the phone call ended and I was walking back inside the house, I saw a man hurriedly entering a black van. What made me incredibly suspicious was that he had just come from my house. Even though I am just a doctor, I have been around the mafia long enough to recognize dangerous situations. I immediately rushed to your room and was flooded with relief to find you still lying on the bed. Even though everything looked completely normal at first glance, my instincts screamed at me to double-check.