Detective Nick Amaro Novels & Stories

I would have never thought that I would one day meet Ace Ambrose and that he would be the father of the girl I have developed feelings for. Lorenzo words that night confused me, when he told Niyler like mother like daughter, but now I understand. My dead beat father showed me pictures of Ace Ambrose. He was apart of the Mc Mafia Clan and Ace Ambrose was his idol. Ace killed his own father and took over the Mafia. He married Joeniya Allison who my father said was living in the warehouse where Ace killed his father. She thought that he would kill her too, but he ended up falling in love with her instead. Apparently he changed his last name and moved away to start a family.

I would have not butted my nose into this case but as it involved him I was left with no other option because I knew for a reason that in a place where Marcus Amuso is involved things will turn into something ugly and I wasn't ready to tolerate something ugly taking place with Aria. We reached the mansion and it was written all over her face that she wasn't ready to go back to her house. "I'm going to see you soon till then take care of yourself," she nodded her head and slipped out of the car I watched her silently till she stepped inside the mansion. I turned my car to leave for the base because that was close to this place and it would easy for me to direct my men from there. I went to my

I put the pistol to his head and pulled the trigger, his brain flying like feathers, I got up, tied my hair, put my cap back on and left the tent Nicolas and dimy was waiting for me outside. ____ very noble your attitude Miss Amy.dimy says I looked surprised at nicolas who just shrugged. ___I knew it was you the moment I saw you, ___as? ___I know the smell of a woman well... ____ ready to go home? ___yes love.I say ____one last question Amy, what did Damon do to you? I looked at Nicolas who just shook his head as if to say: "say what you want" ___he stole my childhood from me.. The man looked at me for a long time and simply said:

“I don’t know. Nobody tells Juan anything.” Nick slipped out his wallet. “I’d be extremely interested in finding out,” he said, patting the soft black leather. Eyes wide, the clerk smiled. “Perhaps I may be able to find out for you, señor. Un momento.” Going to the phone, he made a call. Then looking puzzled, he made two other calls. After that, he held his finger up and disappeared into a back room. At that point, Nick tensed, his police-trained radar bleeping. He motioned a warning to Jared and Aragon and turned to Stefanie and Jaymes. “Go wait with the door open. I don’t like the delay, or the guy’s look after he called.”

“Take care, sweetie.” By the time I got back home, I was exhausted and disappointed. I really was counting on Amara for help. But it seems like she really has left her past behind when she used to be a Baldocchi soldier. But now what was I supposed to do? Just let it go? Tell Nico? Or search for clues in the rest of Alessandro’s journals?

Josephine shouted hysterically. Catherine put her arm around her sister again for strength. “Cathy, tell me something Nicko can’t do this!” Josephine whined. “I believe in that,” Cathy said softly, giving her sister strength. Nicko read the warrant to arrest him immediately. There was clearly written the name of Nicholas Lloyd as a suspect with funding this illegal activity. His muscles suddenly tightened when he found the summons for him. “Damn it! Someone dared to frame me, apparently,” he cursed, clutching the arrest warrant roughly.

Even though his disrespect fueled my anger, I desperately latched my lips to the bottle and gulped the water. “Can I trust you to be calm, Miss Pierce?” he asked moments later, his butt lifting off the table, his hand tossing the empty bottle to the side. “If you were me, would you be calm?” “Right.” He chuckled beneath his breath, and the darkish room suddenly felt eerier. “Miss Pierce,” slowly, he settled on the chair opposite me, “in case you forgot, I’m Detective Nate and I'm in charge of investigating the murder case of Carlos Santano, who was buried after a hit and run on Anmark lane on the thirteenth of October.”

Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said. I'd still left an anonymous note describing what I had walked in on in the bathroom, but then I found out later that same day that I'd been too late—he was already gone. And those boys? They were only expelled, and that was only because one of them confessed. But, what kind of justice is that? And since when does rape not warrant jail time? Amaris lays down next to the creek in her wolf form, resting her head on her paws, her ears twitching this way and that, likely listening out for any kind of a threat that could be lurking within the coverage the dense forest supplies.

“Of course. You can trust me.” “That’s what I was hoping,” Nick said, letting his hand slide down to her knee. “You see, I need someone on the inside. Someone who can get close to this person without raising suspicion.” “Me?” Amelia’s voice cracked. “Who else?” Nick said with a crooked grin. “You’re perfect. No one would ever suspect you. You’re kind, sweet, and innocent.” Amelia blushed furiously. “You really think so?” “I know so,” Nick said, cupping her face. “That’s why I need you to do this for me. For your pack. For Luis.”

I’m shaking so hard the coffee sloshes over the rim. Aspen. The weekend Theo said he was closing a deal. The weekend I stayed home with morning sickness I hadn’t told him about yet. I close the DMs. I open the next folder on the drive. This one is labelled AMARA. Inside: three files. A police report from Milan, 2019: Nora Quinn (aka Amara) arrested for shoplifting €3,500 worth of designer goods. Charges dropped after “a benefactor” paid up. A private investigator report from London, 2021: Amara Quinn linked to three high-profile thefts at society events (jewelry, wallets, one priceless watch). No arrests.