Detective Nick Amaro Novels & Stories

He was acting like a stalker. “Your name, to start with. I heard the old man call you Hope? What’s your last name?” I snorted. “I don’t give out that information.” I used the back of my wrist to push my hair out of my face and turned back to face Sexy Man. “Listen. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but you’re freaking me out. I really want you to leave.” He looked at me, slightly amused. “My name is Nicco Gallo and I just wanted to come by and thank you. The patch job you did lasted, and we got to town safely. You left too fast last night for me to properly thank you.”

I asked, swirling the scotch in my glass. “Grigori had his men tail him and the other suspects and that’s how they caught onto him.” I set the glass down with a calm that belied the rush of anger in my blood. “Who is it?” I asked, the fury lacing into my voice as I stared up at Dominic. Dominic deadpanned, “Rocco Amato.” I remained still for a moment, the calm before the storm. The next minute, my glass went flying across the room.

Amar got up from his sleep and headed for the living room to pick up the phone. "Hello? Doctor Ryan here, is there anything I can help you with? ” asked Ryan. “Ryan! It's me Amar. I need your help right now. " "Amar? What's wrong with you Amar? Tell me if something happens. " Amar laughs because Ryan panicked hearing his name. “No, I'm fine. Just want to talk to you and need your help. When do you have free time?" asked Amar. "Yes, now please come." Amar thanked him and rushed to the cafe where Ryan asked, Amar let Ana fall asleep and gave him a small notebook which told him that Amar was out for a while.

When he was seven years old, he found a slingshot on a park as it became his favorite object in which resulted to him being talented in accurately targeting anything—so basically the world of crime was all right for him because he could shoot anyone in the head from any distance if one tells him to. Anyway, that was how it was sure that the three of them could never be separated apart from each other no matter what the circumstance was. The raven recovered from her laughter as she turned serious and told her boss, “You’re gonna get hurt again.” Dakota stared at the latter’s face for a while before answering with a small smile on her face, “That’s natural. But I’m sure that Olivia never meant

I let out a sharp laugh, yanked out my badge, and tossed it into a passing garbage truck. On a giant screen nearby, breaking news flashed: a charred body found in the suburbs. The victim's ID was shocking. I just arched a brow and kept walking. Starting now, I'm done being a cop. Let's see how the city's golden detective survives without me.

It was a black card with the name Romano written on it. “A Romano?” The lady in dark shades pulled down her shades and looked at Alex. Then she gasped. “Oh—look who it is.” She grinned. “Detective Alex D'Angelo,” she said with a mocking tone. “Detective Carla,” Alex said with a frustrated sigh. “Heard you got the case. Congrats.” She smiled. “How's life with the Romanos? Playing errand boy now?” she taunted with a chuckle. “Stay out of this, Carla.”

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 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:

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.”