Detective Rosa Diaz Novels & Stories

"Moretti knows exactly what will happen if his cars cross my valley again. I am handling the city." "Make sure you do," Sofia said. The wooden door opened, and Rosalina walked into the kitchen. She had changed into a fresh white sundress that came down to her knees, and her dark hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. She had no makeup on, and her skin looked bright and clean in the morning sun. When her eyes found mine, a huge smile broke across her face. "The coffee smells amazing," she said, walking over to stand right next to me.

I answer. That earns a small laugh. From the corner, the detective, Officer Torres, finally stands. “Alright,” she says. “I think I’ve heard enough.” We all look over. “Honestly,” she continues, “this might be the easiest case we’ve worked.” I smirk. “Because they’re idiots.” She nods. “Pretty much.” She hands over a card. “We’re already moving on Hunter, his guys, and the others. And yes, we know Daisy was involved.”

“We need to be smart, whoever is behind this knows too damn much, they know about your mom. About the orphanage and about Ethan. They have access, Kelvin… Inside access.” He wasn’t wrong. “This isn’t random,” he continued. “This is personal and I think…” He hesitated. “What?” My voice darkened, low and tensed. Josh tapped the folder on the table. “We’re dealing with someone close enough to bypass security without triggering anything and someone who wants you to see this… and break.” The silence stretched. Josh inhaled slowly. “And right now you’ve gotten Rose involved by letting them see her with your mom…We need to—”

Maybe she is not as innocent as she claims to be. “Alonso, por favor trae mi maletín!” Leo shouts in the open. His Spanish accent makes her mouth full of saliva. I am going to die. O, Lord. No...Papa... She wheezes. The briefcase is handed to Leo. The case opens, a bunch of photos and papers are thrown at her. He poses in a squad to be in line with her “Are you still going to deny being involved in stealing my collection?” Rose lifts herself up into a sitting position. Picks up some photos of her and Demetria and skim through the scattered documents in her hands. "Demetria Nicole Jordan" and “Rosalia Amara Nuñes” signed on all of them.

She nodded stiffly and Damian turned, opening the door to the study. Inside, Damian bowed slightly "Don, sorry l'm late" "Have a seat" Silvio's voice was firm, the command was clear. Damian obeyed, taking a seat opposite Silvio. Without a word, Silvio passed him a white envelope "There's someone I want you to investigate" Damian took the envelope, inspecting it for a moment before looking back at Silvio "I need you to confirm if Rosa is really Jia” Silvio continued, pausing before his tone sharpened "I want results in less than 24 hours"

echoed in my head again and again, tearing at what little pride I had left. But what could I do? He was Lucas Rodriguez—untouchable, arrogant, and dangerous. Tessa rushed in and wrapped her arms around me, guiding me back to my room. I was still crying when my phone began to ring. I sniffed, forcing my voice to steady, and answered the call. But the moment I heard what was said, my heart stopped.

uring me to do the same. I sat gently on her bed and tried to relax from the previous successive adrenaline bursts I had before she dragged me in. That’s right, Rose! “Tisha, do you still have that spare phone I put my second line in?” I asked hurriedly trying to make use of any possible second I had. “Uh yeah, Let me go get it, I think I dropped it in the cabinet somewhere” Tisha replied in kind, noticing the panic in my expression, and went searching her cabinets. Before it was too late, I had to call Lewan to find a way out of this arrangement. “Here it is! Catch!” Tisha said as she tossed the phone over to me and hurried to my side. “So, tell me what’s wrong” She inquired with worry writ

Rosa met them at the entrance and helped them move the boxes to the backyard. After the movers were gone Rosa turned to Cody and Seth. “The evidence is in my diary, I have receipts of purchases made by me with Eileen’s card, her make up artist was also in on this, her contact details are in the diary” Rosa said digging a box that contained books. “I also still have the contract she signed with me in here somewhere” Rosa said. Dylan stood at the kitchen looking through the window wondering what to do next. He hated to see Cody win yet he felt Nina and Rosa ought to be be saved. He walk out to the backyard and beckoned Cody to come closer.

ROSA My hands trembled as I held the police badge I'd found hidden in Marco's room. Detective Marco Rossi, Chicago PD, Organized Crime Division. The morning light caught the gold shield, making it gleam accusingly. I'd snuck into his room at dawn, determined to find proof of what I'd overheard last night. The badge wasn't hidden as carefully as it should have been—almost as if he'd wanted me to find it. A commotion from downstairs interrupted my thoughts. Angry voices echoed through the halls—I recognized Daniel's father, Vinny, among them.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a