Detective Rosa Diaz Novels & Stories

Something I never intended to use, it was part of the things Dawson hated, but he’d have to choose between this and that. I signaled him to sit back down on his chair, as I relaxed in mine. It was really hard controlling a man like Dawson, what he said just now; he was really damn serious about it. If Dawson resigned, there were high chances he’d keep searching for his sister’s murderers without the help of the police, he was a detective after all. And it’d be fatal, if the LAPD lost a detective like Dawson at this point. He was a very important asset. “There’s only one solution if you must investigate this murder yourself,”

Bella exclaimed, her mouth breaking into a wide grin as she pulled the woman into a tight hug. "Yep. Name's Keira Lei Pierce, nice to meet you!" Raven greeted. The woman had once been Bella's partner in a Russian bombing mission. A year before she moved to America, Bella was offered a mission to retrieve a bio-weapon from a facility in Russia. The facility had a couple nukes, gas bombs, and more bio-chemical weapons one could think of. A handful number of assassins were invited into the mission, two of them being Red and Raven. "It's been what? Two years?" Bella chuckled.

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

Morgan walked over to him and offered him the cup of caffeine. The detective smiled at her. Too nice a smile, that affected her too much, for someone who was in her crosshairs. - Thank you. What am I without you, Morgana? She smiled and didn't notice as she tucked her hair behind her ear, driven by bewilderment. - Are you ready for this week's agenda? She asked. - No. I mean, yes. Just let me have some more of this, otherwise I won't even remember my name.

Spade let his mind wander for a bit, letting his finger play with his beards, asides the Garcia being on her neck like that, she might be a possible target to whoever killed her husband, especially if like the chief of police they have no idea she's not aware of her husband's line of work "I'll pay her a visit before the end of the week, and then after you'll assign a few men to watch her, if she's a target she's going to need security now more than ever, also call Liam's underboss, tell him I'd like a word with him" Matteo nodded before getting up "And also, I need you to dig deeper into Garcia, anything and everything you gather on him, I want it on my table latest by tomorrow evening" Mat

The girl had an unusually sharp sense of awareness and remarkable speed. By now, Matthew’s men had received his signal and stormed the cathedral. Chaos ensued as screams and gunfire filled the air. The mingling of smoke and blood painted a picture of hell on earth. Matthew maneuvered through the fray, closing in on the Russian boss, when a familiar figure caught his eye and made him pause. That silhouette... even after three years, he could recognize it instantly. Emilia. Why was she here? Curtis hadn’t mentioned her presence at all. Matthew’s gaze shifted to the Russian man aiming a gun at Emilia. Without hesitation, he lunged toward her, firing a single shot that felled the attacker.

“Maybe it already was.” ⸻ Rafael didn’t answer. Instead he kissed her again. This time slower. Less reckless. But somehow more dangerous. ⸻ Because now they both knew the truth. ⸻ Dianne Cruz wasn’t just part of the investigation. She was the key to it. And anyone who wanted to bury the past— Would have to come through Rafael Aragon first.

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...

"No, I'm not here to question you. I'm here to apologize to you. Rose, open the door." "I don't need an apology from you. Theo, go back and lead your own life. Aurora was very good at acting and fooled everyone. Now that her true colors are shown, let's just put this past us and move on." "Rose, at least tell me where you got the video and recording from." Rosalie said, "I hired a private investigator. I realized that someone was following me and seized the chance to bribe him." "Is that so? Where is the video? It seems like the video had been around for a while. Why didn't you show it to me earlier? Why did you wait till now?"

Old Gu sat aside, his cane resting under his hands and his old, murky eyes widened - almost as if waking to a sudden realization. Alan ended the footage, his expression as calm as a still lake. "I ran some investigations on the true identity of that person, and i found some fascinating facts", he gave a cold flattering smile. "Sister, would you mind me sharing...?". Amelia's heart skipped a bit, her expression remained stoic, still as calm as ever. But her fists were balled tight, her manicured fingers drawing blood from her palms. Damn it, how did he find out about the deleted footage?!!.