Detective Nick Amaro Novels & Stories

She responded. I rolled my eyes. “I would hope as the Don of the italian mafia, that the dude would be ‘scary as fuck’ Badge,” Arrow stated, ignoring the sexy part. “Don’t forget the sexy part Arrow,” She teased back. “Well considering his right hand Evan Amaro goes by the name Machine and owns one of the most successful security companies in the world, then yes the rumors are true.” I too avoided the sexy part. I didn’t owe anything to Aaron, but I still respected that we were intimate with each other. He didn’t need me gawking over Kaden Romano. I would tell Badger how sexy Kade was later when it was just her and I.

Just a few weeks ago, they’d ordered the killing of my sister and now, they were on vacation in Venice. The rivers of Venice would know that the Amatos were not to be messed with. *** The blood on my face didn’t obstruct my sight. The taste however, filled me with a sick sense of pride as I twisted the knife in Armani Russo’s leg. He was second in command to Dario Russo, the leader of the Russo mafia family. “Where’s Dario?” His screams filled the air. Pussy. First rule of torture, don’t be caught. That rule would be particularly difficult for a man whose dick never stayed in one place.

In that moment, I made a vow that Don Salvatore would pay for this with his own blood and not that any of his men or some lackey this time. I clenched my fists at my sides, keeping my expression steady. No one here needed to see anything more from me. After a few seconds, one of the paramedics spoke. “If that’s all Detective, we'll need to be on our way now.” The detective then nodded in affirmation before they zipped the bag back up and carried it toward the ambulance. “Mr Armando Luca. You’ve got quite a reputation in this city.” The detective said after studying me for a while.

badge. “I work as a private investigator for ‘Hawkeye Investigations’,” he added slowly, not losing sight of Amara. "Can I have a few moments alone with my fiancée, please?" Still skeptical, one of the officers turned to Amara. "Do you know this man, ma'am?" he asked. “Do you agree with his request?” Amara nodded jerkily, apparently still in shock from all that had happened. "Yes, officer, I do. I'll be fine with him."

He now knows how hard it was for them to control the anger they felt at that very moment. ----------------------------------- The seven o'clock headline is up on the television. Amara and Arman are both sitting in front the tv at the living room. Arman just came home from school, while Amara just finished cooking their dinner. She's as shocked as she was astonished to see the picture flashed in her tv screen. Detective Marvin Sullivan. "He was the one investigating you, isn't he?" Arman asked. "Well, not anymore."

“But the real killer is still out there, roaming free and possibly plotting another attack. I’m not asking for your help, Inspector. I’m just informing you that I’ll be using every resource at my disposal to find that bastard and bring him to justice.” The inspector studied him silently, unsure whether to read those words as a threat or a vow. Alex turned and got into the car. The door closed, and the vehicle sped off. ********* The next morning, a pale sun hovered above the Cooper residence, its rays struggling through the quiet fog of grief still hanging over the compound. Inside the garden, where trimmed flowers framed a white stone path, Inspector Dennis sat opposite Amara. A notepad res

“To survival.” Amara raised hers back. But didn’t drink. Neither did Luca. Later, in the war room, Amara dropped the bullet-riddled mask of one of the assassins on the table. “Find out who he worked for,” she ordered Nico. Nico hesitated. “Do you trust me to dig deep?” She stared at him. “Do you trust yourself not to lie?” His jaw tensed. “I’m still yours, Amara. Even if the world burns.”

Right now, he is trying to hide something. Damien couldn't help but to ponder what Alex just told him. He knew that for him to say something about Jasmine and the killings that had been happening, that means she knew something about that. Apart from what Alex even said about her, he had been noticing her late outings had become persistent and now, he is very suspicious of her. Someone that loves the midnight air wouldn't go out everyday at very late in the night to just 'enjoy the air'. Just because of the recent killings and Jasmine's persistent night outings, Damien realized that the pack was in chaos. Nothing seemed right anymore. Ariel was missing, families were dying, Jazmine was acting

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

And you’re still talking to me That’s strong I didn’t say anything Just reached down And touched his hair Once He didn’t pull away Goodnight Aria Bennett he said Goodnight Nico Carter I said Morning came at 6am Loud alarm Lights on Agent Collins was waiting With coffee And a test Pop quiz she said Who are you Nico went first Nico Carter Mechanic Age 21 Dropped out Foster care Sister is Aria Bennett She works at a diner My turn Aria Bennett Age 19 College dropout Work at Joe’s Diner Brother is Nico Carter He’s a mechanic Parents died 3 years ago Agent Collins nodded Good Now the hard part She put photos on the table My father Men I didn’t know Guns Money Point them out she said Names Dates An