Detective Rosa Diaz Novels & Stories

Many roses. They found the first body in the kitchen. One of Roberto's men. Dead. With a black rose on his chest. "What…?" Dante whispered. "It's not our doing." They continued. Another body. Another. And another. All dead. All with their roses. “Is something happening?” Elena asked. Something we don’t understand. A noise. Behind them. They turned around. Roberto was there. Standing in the middle of the hallway, a pistol in his hand and a smile on his lips.

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.

When it was over, the future heir of the Di Grazia family lay dead at my feet. And strangely… I felt nothing. No guilt. No horror. Just silence. That was the night Frederico Di Grazia disappeared. And Red was born. --- The city lights blurred beyond the tinted windows of the car as silence settled heavily between us. Rose sat across from me in the backseat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Nervous. Guarded. Beautiful. My gaze drifted over her slowly. The black dress hugged her body perfectly, the silk clinging to every curve like it had been designed specifically to torture me.

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

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.

The First Murder (part 2) Poor miss Auria Martinez was seen as a crying mess that night. Media focused on her teary eyes as she sobbed away. Jack tried to comfort her but it was to no avail. Eventually, Auria was led back inside her car by her driver and was driven away. The media tried to get something from her, or anything that they could put in their articles for tomorrow morning’s newspaper. As she went away, Azrick and Jack went back to the crime scene and talked more with the Detective Olive.