Detective Nick Amaro Novels & Stories

Nicolas received a message from Detective Arron that the man had found some suspicious alibi evidence from some people Nicolas knew. Therefore, Nicolas asked Detective Arron to come again to his house to submit a direct and more detailed report. Detective Arron is a detective that Nicolas hired to help him investigate. Nicolas is Detective Arron's client. Detective Arron is a private detective that Nicolas rent. Nicolas is the CEO. Nicolas has a client who has been framed by someone, so he decided to check some alibi evidence of those people. After discovering that the alibi evidence was fake, he realized that he must find the real culprit that terrorized him.

Tristan asked with an eyebrow raised, so I raised one of my own. "Had. I threw it out the window the night I saw him kissing that girl. " "Are you sure? " He probed, and I had to really take a double take at the edge in his voice. "Are you serious right now? " "We did find your fingerprints on his doorknob Ms Leir. This is not looking too good for you. " Officer Pam stated and that's when I had enough. "You know what! I'll go find officers that actually want to help. But if I become another dead body for your statistics, I hope this moment will sit on your consciences for the rest of your corrupt lives! " And with that, I stomped my way out of the office.

as Emilo nods and gives him an eye. She screams, "Don't do it Liam! You are a detective and detectives don't use guns..." As the revolver pulled the trigger and shot her stomach, Emilo's half-spoken words were interrupted by the dark blood that was dripping from her real dress in the yellow, dimly lit room. After firing the trigger and ordering "clean up, I don't want this mess," Liam tosses the gun on the bed. He then reaches into his pocket for a lighter and a cigarette, putting the cigarette to his lips and lighting it to prove his guilt over the murder.

I said while still laughing. "He was aggressive. Another reason is, he is a freaking mafia." I finally stopped laughing. I looked her straight in the eyes, looking if she was kidding or not. But, she looked deadly serious. "I saw him earlier that night having a business deal related to guns with our regular customer. My other co-workers knew him and that is how I found out that he is a freaking mafia. People like him are dangerous, you know. They work on the black market and in the underworld. Someone like him is a kind of heartless criminal. I can't risk my life even if this seems pointless and going nowhere. I still love myself." She said before she finished her food.

Because the man in question was about to turn state’s evidence and needed to be silenced permanently. What did I miss that night? It could have been anything. It was one of my first hits, a job that was supposed to be easy in that Joe DiCarlo had skipped town and was hiding out in the middle of nowhere. He wanted to fly under the radar until the feds picked him up. Which meant no witnesses. What if he wasn’t alone in that shithole motel? He was one of the only people staying there at the time, at least according to the lack of cars parked in the weed-strewn lot.

Detective Marks POV Watching Soma’s apartment for any movement, she had a friend come into town. I am assuming he is one of those Lycan protectors that have been looking for her. I’ve killed off three of the five, so two more. The one that she is with now I don’t know him, usually I’m good about my research and nothing checks out on him. I know his name is Nick, and he flew in from London several hours ago, but that is all I’ve found.

Rebecca Haines crossed her arms and said, “Detective, we’ve seen enough. Nicholas Amaro has been playing the city for years; hiding behind fake companies, fake records, and fake people. He’s all yours now.” Nicholas’s face turned pale, and he couldn’t believe what was happening. “You’re making a mistake,” he said with a low voice. “You’re letting someone control you.” James shook his head slowly. “The only mistake was thinking you wouldn’t get caught.” He signaled to one of his men, then pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Nicholas Amaro, you’re under arrest for suspected arson, obstruction of justice, and possible involvement in organized criminal activities.” As the cold cuffs snapped onto Nichol

“Amara’s my woman. You and the bloody consortium can go fuck yourselves, because you all know I don’t trifle with what belongs to me. You could call a whole bloody mafia war for all I care. You’ll have Amara De Santoro only over my dead body.” Nico scoffed. “Are you sure about that? Because it actually works both ways for me. She’s about ten feet in front of me looking at some high-end winter muffler… completely unguarded. Just like I have a sniper 200 ft away from where you’re standing right now.”

The call was connected. “Hello, Boss,” said Armando. "Find out the mastermind behind my accident and my wife three years ago," said Amar to Armando. “Boss has remembered everything? Boss already remember Mrs. Axelina? " asked Armando. Armando was really happy hearing Amar's words. "Not yet. But I will try to remember it, "said Amar. “Yes, boss. I will investigate the incident, "said Armando firmly. "Good," said Amar, ending the call.

"I know Jimmy too, I dated him back in school. He's always been a loose cannon, someone who can never stay put in one place for too long before he gets bored." "You're that... Lisa," She scoffs with a smile on her face. Making it pretty obvious she and Nikki have spoken about me. Seconds later, the doors fly open to the club, swinging back as they hit the walls and I see Mal sprinting towards us "Detective Evie, Detective Evie!!!" She screams out, panicking as tears stream down her face. She makes it halfway across the carpark before Amar stumbles out the door, his hand on his bleeding abdomen.