All Chapters of The Mafia’s Undercover Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Author's POV “Wow, Gonzalez, this is the tenth offender you have brought in today,” her nemesis, Officer Mike, said with a huge grin on his face, and she smiled smugly. “I’m on a roll today,” she said, causing Mike to burst out laughing mockingly as she handed the perpetrator over to another officer who was on duty. “Jokes on you, I brought in fifteen; pay up,” he said with a smug grin as he stood up from his desk, walked towards her, and stretched out his hands for the money. “No way, Mike, you are lying.” Ana Sophia whined and with a wide grin on his face, Mike brought out a sheet of A4 paper, which he stored in his side pocket, it was a summary of all his arrests for the day. With a sigh, Ana Sophia brought out five dollars from her pocket and angrily handed it to Mike. Just as she was about to clock out for the day, Mike called out to her. “Gonzalez!” he shouted, causing her to turn around. “What?” she asked with a frustrated expression. “Do

Ana Sophia Gonzalez solemnly stood far away in the burial ground, the merciless wind blowing her hair to her face; with a sigh, she raised her hands to push her hair away from her face. Clocked in black with black binoculars hanging from her neck, her body trembled from the harsh wind or maybe from the thought of entering a territory where she could easily lose her life. She could only stand there and watch as her friends and family mourned her, the sound of their weeping tearing through the wind. Even Mike, whom she thought had hated her, looked so solemn; his eyes were red. She could not even tell her grandmother goodbye; her heart ached for the poor old woman. Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she raised her binoculars to her eyes, looking at her mother, her mother who had not spoken to her in five years. She always resented her mother for not understanding her, but seeing how her forty-six-year-old mother, who had aged badly in just a few years, she realized how bad losing

It was the day of her wedding, and it was taking place in St. Catherine Chapel, a church where most Mafia families got married. Ana Sophia sat in the room where the bride was supposed to get ready, waiting for her stylist and makeup artist to arrive so that she could get ready. The door to the room was slowly pried open, and she turned around, thinking her glam team was finally here, but it was a bulky-looking man in a tuxedo. She immediately recognized him when she saw the pink eyepatch on his eyes. “Mikolos?” she asked just to be sure. “Yes, Miss Gonzalez, I am Mikolos,” he acknowledges, causing her to breathe a sigh of relief. “I called the General Commissioner and told him about the situation; there is nothing we can do about this. Roberto Fernandez has already seen your face. Plus, this is an advantage for the police force; once you go into the Fernandez mansion, you would probably get more evidence about the mafia than in the Gustav mansion. The Fernandez are at the