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Her eyes scanned his broad shoulders, as well as his well built lean physique. Okay, I get it. This boy has been working out. Tousled black hair, slightly tanned skin, and about six feet tall. She may not have gotten the full glimpse of this guy's face. But his badass aura demands respect as if everyone needs to bow down before his presence. GAN... she whispered as she read what was written on the back of his university jacket. And who might you be?

is something a female could never do. His outfit stands out from that of the majority of the other guys; he is wearing a pair of cargo pants and a T-shirt with a long-sleeved shirt layered underneath. I'm not sure why I keep concentrating on his clothing. Steve is even cuter than before, so it's probably because it's simpler than staring at the rest of him.

His other hand rests on the small of my back, guiding me forward through the crush of microphones and bodies. “Keep your head up,” he murmurs. Only for me. So I do. Somewhere in the melee, a photographer catches the angle just right. Marcus Blackwood, co-owner of Platinum, former undercover FBI agent, now escorting the questionable journalist with fingers laced tight, like nothing else matters. The photo will run in three major outlets before nightfall. It should humiliate me further. Instead, it feels like armor. Back at the Tribune, Sullivan waits in his office with two cups of coffee and the expression of a man who hasn’t slept. His tie is crooked, his shirt wrinkled. He looks less like m

Guy was so far gone he was practically in another dimension, but that didn't mean he wasn't a threat. "Look at this fucking junkie," Roman spat, disgust twisting his face. "Pathetic," I agreed, my voice dripping with contempt. "End him." Roman's blade flashed, and the fucker's throat opened, blood spraying like a fountain. He collapsed, gurgling, choking on his own life. "Nice." I nodded, stepping over the body. Roman wiped his blade on the dead man's clothes, a satisfied smile on his face. "On to the next one."

Don Antonio Moretti. THE END. Hi lovelies, first I would like to thank you all for giving Undercover a chance. This is my first time really writing a mafia style story. So please comment and leave reviews. I would really love to continue writing for this genre. So anything you liked or hated, please let me know so I can continue to grow. Thank you for the continued support. It really means so much to me. I love what I do and I love you all. Much love Becca Lou xx

“So the whole floor has no signal now, huh?” Victor grinned, his finger tightening slowly. “I knew something felt off today. Turns out a cop slipped in.” His eyes bored into mine. “Talk. How many people are outside?” “Honey, are you crazy?” Melissa screamed from the floor. “Why are you pulling out some fake gun over a delivery guy?” Derek swallowed hard and forced out a nervous laugh. “Mr. Grant, that prop looks pretty real. Scaring him is enough. You don’t want it to accidentally—”

Of course, I knew which magazine he’s telling us about. “Was it still because of your guesting in that cable show?” Auntie Blessy asked. “Yeah. My friends who worked in the production couldn’t believe the viewership rating they got for that episode,” he said. “You should be on the cover,” she said. Bobby looked at me for a second. “Quim’s doing the cover,” he said. “Quim?” she asked. “That’s unbelievable! That’s a first,” Uncle Rex said. Even he had something to say about it.

“Of course, refreshing to the very top. Mai Khac, you absolutely do not have such a wonderful taste. That person's skin is microvascular, extremely healthy, smooth and smooth, making it impossible to let go of love. The more I like that face, every time I see the protest almost crying when I go in, I think the bottom almost explodes." "As you can see, she found a good partner." “That's right, it's hard to find someone who's so excellent inside and out, beautiful in appearance, more enthusiastic on the inside, biting hard every time I don't spare, my body is really is lewd as usual. Ha ha, that also justifies me as an excuse to admire a lot of SM. I've ordered some of the top 100 sex products

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Hot Under Cover. Hot Undercover was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Aaron speaks, the format will be as this: Aaron ~ "Devan, I think we are damn lost.")