All Chapters of Falling For The Mafia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

KATHY"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned" I said, the words leaving my mouth for like the millionth time. And honestly, every time I said it I meant it a little differently and today it was about a man I shot last Tuesday. I didn't kill him...but still...The guilt every time I shot someone sits in my chest like a stone all week until I go to church and confess. I mean can you really blame me? I'm a catholic, born and raised, that's what my Nana taught me.The church today was empty, the morning sunlight was filtering through the stained-glass windows in the church, making Jesus look like he was wearing a crown of fire.The incense was giving me a headache and the kneeler was destroying my knees and yet, here I was, Katherine Bishop, turning 24 years old today, a detective asking God for forgiveness. But I was so damn proud of myself.The moment I stood up from the kneeler and stepped outside the confession booth my phone rang and I frowned."Of course I just can't have one peace

KATHYThe thing about going undercover to seduce information out of a Mafia lord when you're 24 hours post betrayal, heartbreak and working on just a birthday cake in your stomach with just 3 hours of sleep... It is not the best idea.I knew this. But I accepted the mission anyways.If I catch this criminal, I would get promoted and things would be looking up for me.Later that evening I stood outside one of the most expensive bars in the city.11-11.Known for it's busiest hour... 11pm.I walked into the bar, under dressed with heavy make up.Low lighting, dark wood, jazz playing. Everyone looked like they had secrets.According to intelligence, Viktor would be here tonight.I spotted Viktor immediately. He sat alone at a private corner. Like he owned the room... maybe he did.My heart skipped.My job was simple.Meet him.Get his attention.Build trust.Simple.But what if he recognised me? He saved me just yesterday.Luckily I wasn't on uniform because I went to the church and I di

KATHYI opened my eyes groggily, for a moment I had no idea where I was.I was in a bed that was not mine and that was the first problem.The second problem was that the sheets were too expensive. The sheets would cost higher than my rent... If I paid rent.The third problem was that I sat down too fast only to realise I was completely naked.I sat there for 30 seconds straight staring at the wall, trying to remember and oh shit.No. No no no no.I remembered the bar. Viktor, the restroom, the drink.I gasped.I found my dress folded on a chair nearby. I practically sprinted to the chair and put on my dress with lightening speed.A door clicked and Viktor came into the room, dressed in a black suit and a gold wrist watch. His shoulders were so fucking broad and he was looking taller than what I'd thought I saw.His files say he was 6'4 but he looked taller, maybe that was because I was only 5'7.His hair was slicked back and he had a fucking mustache and a goatee. Yet he looked so fuc