O Crime Do Padre Amaro Novels & Stories

“We had an agreement, Mario. No more deals.” “Relax, bossman,” Mario replied. “It’s the last batch. Already on queue. It won’t happen again.” His tone was light, unserious..like he was talking about pizza, not cartel-level drug deals. In the background, the lady giving him a massage giggled again. Dominic’s face tightened. “I’m warning you. Amara is here now,” he said. “Don’t put her life on the line because of your bullshit.” There was a pause.

I said, "but in reality, I'm still a human being who fears death." "..." "That man with Lily is a murderer, I heard him say he wanted to kill Adam Moss and I felt he would kill me first because I heard his conversation with Lily. Should we report him —" "No. We can't take this case to the police. He could not be charged because police officials protected him. " Leo cut me off as he stared at my phone screen. “How did you know that?” I asked. But not long after, Leo turned to look at me and said again. "That man ... he's a Mafia leader from the DragonBone who is an enemy of the Morgan family."

"Papa was a devout Catholic. He would never have suspected Father Romano. Robin paid him half a million dollars to add a specialized substance to Papa's holy water." "He said he just wanted to weaken the old Don, to give himself a bigger role in family affairs. But that substance—it's known to induce a fatal cardiac arrest." "The evidence?" "We have it all. Bank transfer records, receipts for the chemical purchase, and…" Marco paused. "Sal has his full confession on tape. The priest sang like a canary to save his own skin." If there was even a shred of hope left in me for Robin, Father Romano's confession annihilated it.

I nod. Coen! I always know he's a shit face. Who does that? I mean I know he's a man whore but I least expected him to be so damn desperate to the extend of sleeping with his own friend's girlfriend. Whoever this girl is, she's a real slut. " And about Athena, she's Nick's slut. They're just having sex. But like every clingy bitch, she wants more. Her father is the Godfather of the Mariano crime family. He's friends with Nick's father and I guess they want Nick to marry Athena for a stronger relationship." He shrugs as he zooms onto the road carelessly.

Amaro said as he came after her, wearing his robe. Kashmir refused to look at him, dressed up hastily. "Love, what did I do to make you angry," he knew she was angry at him. Kashmir would look at him when she was angry. "Don't call me love, go back to Irene!" She screamed while she held her head, sobbing. Fear, that's what Amaro felt. This is the thing he was afraid of when she regained her memory. He feared losing her. With a trembling voice, Amaro explained "Nothing happened between me and Irene. She drugged me."

"I already helped you once and that was risky enough, I'm not getting involved again." "You don't have a choice." Carlo closed and locked the clinic door. "Either you save him or we make sure everyone knows you've been treating mafia soldiers for decades, which crimes were you complicit in Doctor?" "That's not fair." Russo's voice was shaking. "I was forced to help them, I didn't have a choice." "Neither do you now." I laid Damien on the examination table. "So stop wasting time and start operating or I swear to God I'll make what Salvatore did to Sofia look merciful."

The next second, my father pulled a revolver from his pocket and pressed the barrel against Leon’s temple. Leon’s eyes went wide with terror. His teeth chattered, but no words came out. Then the smell hit me—a dark, warm stain spread across the front of his trousers and pooled on the marble floor beneath him. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Then I reached out and placed my hand on my father’s arm, shaking my head. “Dad,” I said quietly, “don’t waste a bullet on this idiot. It’s not worth getting blood on your hands. Let me handle it. I have my own way of making them pay.”

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

Once the formal presentations were over, Maria de la Cruz, was contextualized in the Argentinean history and little by little she was falling in love with her new world, she almost forgot that she was working for the Mexican mafia, quite risky, she should not lose her sanity, but still she tried to enjoy every moment, while doing what she liked. It was very difficult to get to the Romero family, as the whole house was surrounded by large walls with ligustrines, so he would start his own investigation to see what it was all about. He began to plan future casual encounters like buying a dog, he thought that way he could get closer to the vet, but it turned out that Emiliano did not have an of

It was the kind of evening that made even the most hardened hearts soften—except in the world of the Dons, where softness was weakness, and love was a liability. Amaro De Luca stood at the edge of the cliffside villa, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His tailored linen shirt fluttered in the breeze, but his mind was far from the serenity around him. He had come to Sardinia under the guise of diplomacy, sent by his father, Don Vittorio De Luca—the head of the Neapolitan mafia—to negotiate a truce with the Moretti family. But Amaro had his own reasons for coming. She was the reason.