O Crime Do Padre Amaro Novels & Stories

Vanessa Diamond wasn't what anyone wanted, her brash personality and tomboyish ways turned everyone against her, even her family. Knowing she wasn't wanted Vanessa left home, and moved to the bustling city of New York. She had hoped it would be a place where her dreams would finally come true, but its not always that easy. Forced to work in a gentlemen's club she begins to fit in somewhere...perhaps this is where she was meant to be. But after one 'lucky' night with the Mafia's boss Christiano her life is turned upside down again... But she's ready for the challenge.

"But I won't rest until I have justice for my father. And if that means facing down the demons of the past, then so be it." With a sense of resolve, Amari and Antonio set out to unravel the mystery of his father's murder. Together, they delved into the seedy underbelly of the city, following leads and gathering evidence in their quest for the truth. But the deeper they dug, the more dangerous their investigation became. They found themselves drawn into a web of corruption and deceit, where powerful forces lurked in the shadows, determined to keep their secrets hidden at any cost. Despite the risks, Amari and Antonio pressed on, driven by their shared desire for justice. Along the way, they e

Amar promises that he will not be careless from now on to look after his wife and son. "I am sorry, dear. I'm sorry I was negligent in looking after you. To the point that you experience bad things like this now. Making a new trauma for you. I promise you that I will kill with my own hands the person who nearly hurt you. If indeed the mastermind of the first incident and the second incident is the same person, then I will respond with a reply that Roberto would never have imagined. Because he dared to play with me, "said Amar to himself. Amar took his cell phone and immediately contacted Adam. No waiting long for calls to be connected. "Hello, Boss," said Adam to Amar.

I winced, and he promptly apologized under his breath. Did he truly say that? Bending down, he blew softly on my wrists, soothing the burning sensation as he continued to clean the small wounds. Gradually, the pain subsided, allaying the discomfort with each gentle breath he bestowed. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I could feel him gently wrapping the bandages around my wrists. The touch of his fingers on the bandage sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, I opened my eyes and found myself staring at him, bewildered by his actions. Why was he doing this? My heart skipped a beat when he lifted my wrists and tenderly kissed each one. I was left speechless, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.

And I've always done so. My father wasn't your average father. He wasn't caring, or loving, although he tried to show me that he loved me in his own way. His major concern was the Mafia, where he was the Don. Always busy. Recording kills. Collecting debts. And it was inevitable; papà made it clear that he expected me to follow in his footsteps. And personally, I looked forward to that day.

This chapter is in the POV of Amara's oldest brother, Roman. R O M A N I T A L Y, 5:49 P.M. "Isaiah what the hell?" I glared at him and my other brother, Marco. "What? We just wanted pizza," Marco said. He reminded me a lot of Amara. I frowned at the thought of her. "We don't have time for that right now. Now that we know dad's alive and Angelo has him, we need to focus on getting him back." I crossed my arms. "For all we know he could have Amara too."

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

"I have a job for you." My smile widened as those words left his mouth. I was more than eager to work for him. This was what he trained me for. "What do you want me to do?" "I need you to distract a man called Armando Cruz," he explained, sliding his glasses inside his jacket pocket. "Who is he?" I asked while grabbing a towel to sling around my neck. "He's a corrupt business man. He's one of my dealers. He had a good system, he washed the money through one of his companies abroad. But he started getting greedy, he started stealing from me. And that is a problem, Livia."

he was speechless to see Amara, he showed lot of warmth towards her while Amara too was touched to meet her father who she had never meat in her life, Amara asked her father about her sister Aaarohi but her father to gave her answer like everyone else that Aarohi died at Age of 19, Amara tried to dig in more information from her father but seemed sacred of something… he dared not to tell her more and ask her to go back to India to her mother where she will be safe, this gave rose to suspicion in Amara’s heart… Amara the used her own power and pulled several string and got information on Aaraoi, she came to know each and every single detail on her sister… through on of her source Amara also c

ARIANNA: "Wow!" I hadn't expected the man to drain me like that—the way he pounded me on the bed like he didn't want the pleasure to end. My body ached like I had been slammed by a truck. Breathing out heavily, I knew I couldn't sleep until morning. My mother's life was at stake, so I struggled to get up on the bed, my body still trembling from the intense lovemaking with that Mafia Don. The fact he was Don Adrian Milos—why didn't he allow me to see his face? Was he worried that I would refuse to sleep with him if I knew he was an old man?