Romance Novels With Cops Novels & Stories

I replied coolly, not turning fully toward him. His lips curved. Not a smile—something sharper. “Emma Volkov.” My heart skipped. “You have the advantage.” “Lucas Moretti,” he said. “Though I suspect you already know the name.” The world tilted. Italian mafia. Enemy. Dangerous. I turned to face him, schooling my expression. “Shouldn’t you be inside enjoying the hospitality?” “Oh, I am,” he said softly. “Very much.” Something in his tone sent a chill through me.

“I gotta go with you.” I nod. I expected that. Once the college kids are gone, I open the door into the restaurant. Police tape covers the tables, their chairs still stacked on top with their legs in the air like they’re waiting for a new day that will never come, and the open, empty register. I look at Tony. “Cops came in, took a few pictures this morning.” He shakes his head. “But that’ll do as much good as lighting candles, chanting in Latin, and hoping you’re secretly a witch. The Lombardis own damn near every cop in the city.”

Kara’s forehead creased into a frown. What if they are not even true? Nico Bernardi blamed Club Roman for the disappearance of his first love. But that has nothing to do with her. Kara realized that the tales spun by Nico Bernardi had a loophole. If the family was involved in underground prostitution, why were the police not involved? Why are there no cases filed against Club Roman if Nico Bernardo’s claims were true? Is he framing the wrong guys here? Nico Bernardi said he wanted to dismantle the syndicate that is Club Roman. He even went so far as to enlist her help in his mission.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

"You're terrible at keeping secrets especially with me, I am your best friend and I've known you since fifth grade!!" I turned to her " Mia look, he's a criminal and I am a cop. We've probably run into each other a few times and now he probably thinks am someone which I'm clearly not." Mia looked at me with doubt in her eyes " are you sure? Of course I was sure, there was nothing to lie about it's not as if Mr Dominic is the same mysterious and Dominating man I had a one night stand with at Suzanne's Bar... "Yes I'm sure mia."

“Good. But there's one rule; no questions.” I nod. Marrying a man rumoured to be anything but a human may be much better than spending the rest of my life among lunatics in a human-sized cage. What may lie in wait? Either victory, romance, or insanity…

I didn't need any more probing as it was obvious he meant every single word. Out of habit, more than a willingness to do the job, I expertly took off the robe, revealing her lingerie and bra I had on. I needed something strong to drown my head in this mess I have gotten myself into. First, it was the loss of the package, then it's been a main suspect in a man's death, not just any man, a member of the Wolfe family, and now I have to dance in front of the dead man and his lunatic stepbrother.

“She seems to like dancing with Scarlett.” “Yeah, but she kind of likes you and it would make her summer.” His eyes snapped to me in surprise. “You ladies have been discussing me?” I rolled my eyes at him. “You are the youngest of our security guards so yes, we have.” “Okay, I’ll ask her for a dance,” he retorted smiling. “If you tell me what you said during the discussion.” “Ouch,” I cackled. “That is a tough negotiation.” He pulled me closer to him, and although I didn’t mind it, I felt nothing. No fireworks, no somersaults in my stomach, no racing heart. Damn it, would it ever come?

Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover. I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Harvey’s POV She must have been in the police to cover up her crime lord boyfriend from being hunted down. Most of these mafias targeted female cops as potential saviors. They work hand in hand to ensure their safety. Whenever investigations are made and plans on how to hunt them down are made, their girlfriends get to disclose them forehand, facilitating their escape. For years, Alisa had been playing both sides. Friend and colleague to me in the force. Lover to me when my marriage fell apart. But loyal only to Matteo.