Detective Nick Amaro Novels & Stories

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.

Proof of his alliances with corrupt police chiefs, judges, even a senator. Her hands shook as she snapped pictures with the tiny camera hidden in her necklace. Each click was another nail in Lorenzo’s coffin. But then— “Looking for something?” Her blood froze. She turned slowly, and there in the doorway stood Matteo, Lorenzo’s right hand. His hawk-like eyes narrowed as they landed on the open folder. --- The Close Call “I—” Amara began, fumbling for words. “I was just—” Matteo’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist with crushing force. “Don’t lie to me.”

The news was about last evening so I watched it. "News flash! Another victim was found in an abandoned tobacco factory at 9:30 pm police officers were still working with the crime scene". "Me and Detective Watson are working on the case don't worry that psycho will be contained soon but for now we should be careful". Nick was broadcasted on the news. He looks charming as ever. His brown eyes stared through the camera as if he was looking right at me. I turned off the T.V before I get any more distracted. Took my stuff and leave the house. As I'm on my way to the office, I can't help myself but wonder about my dream. It is surely disturbing but I can't remember what happened so I just brush i

now I get, she would be related to Luca and Luca would be related to Luciano for her to call them uncle. One point, does she know how evil her uncle is? “Get out, and come here,….” Luciano paused as if trying to remember my name. Well, I love to help out so I did. Getting out of the car, I straightened my dress and try to fix my hair with my fingers. “My name is Amara Zino,” I said walking toward them “and I don’t mind reminding you every day until you remember to get it stuck”. With the widest smile on my face, I stood in front of them while I watch the three just stare at me. Dee and Luca just stared as if I had gotten into some sort of trouble while Luciano just stared at me like I have o

The room was silent as they were all waiting for what I wanted to say next, the only distracting sound was the crunching sound Mateo was making as he stuffs his face with cookies. "I own the Italian-American Mafia. You can say it's the most fearful Mafia in the continent." I sat on the desk facing the group while they all stood proud knowing they were part of it all. "And you," I point to Mateo as he freezes midway putting a cookie in his mouth. "you've been the best detective for years. You know things the White House would pay millions to hear. You've handled cases that screams danger like it was child's play. You know the in and out of the federal police and now, you're working for me as

Or maybe vowed to fulfil his job as a big brother and protect her with his life All because of his failure. Who was a police detective? He did not have the right to call himself with good observation skills and could read the situation. Only a fool can confidently admit it. He did not deserve to call himself a detective anymore. Not feasible. Not worth it at all. He hit the wall behind him with his clenched right fist, cursing his stupidity. Correct. He must realize that he did not deserve happiness for himself. Amanda Chloe was his priority, not Hazel Skylar. ***

“You really want to test me today?” Amara let out a slow breath, knowing she was playing with fire. But she was tired of the games. Tired of pretending she didn’t notice the way he looked at her. The way his fingers always lingered when he handed her a file. The way his voice dropped lower when he spoke her name. Leonardo DeLuca was a man obsessed. And she refused to be his next victim. “I don’t work for you anymore,” she said coldly. “I quit.”

"We're going to have to make a pit stop. A M A R A The Viper was not as crowded as I remembered. There were only a few people here this time. Adrian being one of them. I noticed Rachel glaring at me out of the corner of my eye. I smirked. Angry for no reason apparently. Lucian still looked pissed the fuck off. I still didn't know why. It didn't seem like he even wanted me to know. I didn't understand why he brought me inside. Adrian made his way over to us. "Boss. This is everyone who was here that night," Adrian said into Lucian's ear. Lucian nodded, "Amara, you're an IT major correct?" "Yes?" I was still confused. "I need you to monitor these people, all my locations, and where they go. Be