The Mafia's Undercover Princess

Mia’s POV“For how long would I be stuck in the position of a special agent?”I unconsciously grumbled as I walked past those glass doors into the bullpen; the stares from a few colleagues followed—some curious, some judgmental, most indifferent. Not because I wasn’t good at my job. No, my record was spotless. It was the same damn record that got buried every time a high-profile case came up.I dropped my file onto my desk harder than necessary, the thud loud enough to earn a glance from Agent Porter over the next row. He raised an eyebrow like he wanted to say something slick. I didn’t give him pleasure with the frustration that was written all over my face, but he went on regardless.“I fully understand your complaints that, in your 6 years of service, you are meant to have been promoted to senior special agent, as your mates were all promoted in the last three months…”“Like… You get it?That's the point. I mean, for how long would I be seen as less because I am a female?”Just the

Mia's POV I was still reflecting over how I had watched Kraven from the edge of the bar as he walked the hall with a cold charm.From the distance I had observed him, he stood a few feet away, his tall, imposing figure cutting through the crowd like a predator. And I was in a deep thought that I got carried away.“Maybe I like what I see,” I heard a voice just right behind me, loud enough for me to hear over the ambient noise. Beyond a reasonable doubt, I could tell that was Kraven's voice. Just then, he moved right in front and made himself comfortable in the opposite bar seat that faced me. His gaze ran over me, slow and deliberate. I didn’t flinch even when the distance between us wasn't up to a stone's throw, as I could smell the faintest hint of leather and tobacco. There was something about him—about this whole situation—that made every cell in my body scream danger.But I wasn’t backing down.He gave the sweetest smile with those cute lips I've ever seen and leaned over to st

Aria’s POVJust as another car pulled up with a loud screeching sound against the coal-tiled pavement, I felt my entire body tense. My hand gripped the gun tighter, and my heart was almost racing as my mind was already bracing for another wave of chaos.‘Still on the first day, is this what I will have to face every single day?’ I thought to myself.For a moment, I thought the Giovanni men were back because, honestly, I wasn’t ready for round two—not without having had a perfect 30 minutes of peace of mind since I got in contact with Kraven. But then, I have to do the needful.He turned to me and noticed the way I was still holding onto the gun like it was my last lifeline.“That’s my men over there,” he said calmly the moment he observed the plate number of the car that had just pulled over. “They’re late, yeah, but it's better late than never. By now, you should know that as long as you’re with me, nothing will happen to you.”I nodded and relaxed my grip just a little. “It’s fine.

Mia's POVTo my surprise, after he made that last comment when he got into the car, we didn't speak again. The silence between us was sharp, and at the same time heavy. I spent most of the ride stealing glances at him, trying to read his face, but it was unreadable. I kept rehearsing his address in my head, matching it with the streets we passed, and everything pointed to this being his house as he brought the car to a temporary halt.He rolled down his window using a button beside the door handle and then picked up a small black remote. He pressed a button in the remote, and I watched as the gate slowly slid open to one side. It moved smoothly, noiselessly, almost like it was part of the scene in a movie.He drove in, we both got down from the car, and my jaw might as well have hit the floor.The mansion stood tall and wide, a commanding structure that seemed to dominate the entire space. It was a modern duplex, but it didn’t stop there as I continued to observe while I walked right

Kraven POVI’ve never been the kind of man who likes to share. Especially not something as personal as a towel. The thought alone makes my skin itch. And since the only towel left was mine, I figured I might as well get one of the spare towels I have for her.The moment I pushed open the bathroom door, intending only to toss the towel to her and leave, I caught sight of her.She had taken her clothes off.My breath lodged somewhere in my throat, and I stood frozen, blinking like a fool. I hadn’t meant to look. But the sight of her caught me off guard. There was something disarming about her — something natural and wild all at once.For a split second, my brain scrambled to say something — anything — but all it managed to process was the soft curve of her back and the damp strands of her hair clinging to her shoulders. And this time, my eyes betrayed me, drifting lower.I should have turned away or should have closed the door and walked out. But I didn’t.Aria noticed. Her eyes darted