Undercover Cop Game Novelas e Histórias

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

I scoffed, of course it wasn’t going to be that simple. My name is Deane Maeve, an FBI agent and I am here on an undercover mission, to infiltrate the mafia. Zachary Stallion is the running head. On the outside he is known as a billionaire, founder of the Stallion company dealing in oil, metals and so on but that was just a cover up for the illegal business he is involved in while Mason Prince is his second in command and best friend. I have been working on this for a year now, with no lead and no way inside till I heard about the rumors that Zachary was gay and a frequent member of SLEKKYYS. !! A vip bar for strippers both male and female .

I took off my glasses and parked my hair up in a bun so the wig could fit perfectly on my head. After I got ready in my undercover outfit as a waitress, I went into the bar and served other people while keeping my eyes at the entrance so I can be alerted when she enters the bar. I waited for over fourty minutes before I saw a middle aged woman walk into the bar matching the photos I saw and a smile made its way to my lips. She took a seat at one of the high rise tables while some another waitress attended to her, I prepared a drink for her and added a little something to it to make my work easier.

“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—”

“No, no, I was not. I just… happened to be around the same place are you are and coincidentally, we met. That is in no way stalking, or is it?” Tia raised an eye brow at him. “Coincidentally?” “Well… yea…” Chester replied, rubbing his palms together and smiling nervously. Tia sighed. “I am a cop Chester, I can easily detect a lie.” He laughed. “Okay that was not the total truth but…” He held up a finger when he saw that Tia wanted to say something. “I honestly did not follow you in here but I may have seen you and decided to stick around for a longer while.”

“That. Well, you did not hear this from me, but, Jaime Crawford junior also hosts an underground and very illegal poker game every Tuesday night.” “You're joking. And how many times have you attended?” I wrapped my other hand around his leather-clad arm. “I don't think you need to know,” I pouted at his answer causing him to add, “It's playing with dangerous guys who have a lot to lose. A sweet, innocent angel like you should not be mixed up in that.” Then he kissed my nose and transported me to cloud nine. “Then why do you get mixed up in that?” He shrugged. “I guess I'm no sweet, innocent angel.”

The candle is lit, the cutlery is well prepared, and the delicious food will soon be presented in front of him from the automatic elevator. In his mind, an image appeared when the little policewoman could not hide her love, looking at him with love... ----- The elevator doors opened on the forty-eighth floor. Jenny wears a rather light business suit. She enthusiastically got out of the elevator. After reluctantly accepting this huge task, she was also mentally prepared to confront Daniel at any time. First, an undercover agent is a glory, after success, it is easy to have the opportunity to advance in the career. For a police officer like her, this is also a great opportunity to cherish.

I needed to focus on what we were discussing, not the exact color of Daniel’s eyes. “Was your gang making a deal with them?” I asked, clearing my throat. Daniel nodded. “Yes, it was an arms deal.” He looked down at me. “An arms deal is selling guns,” Daniel explained. I rolled my eyes. “I know what an arms deal is,” I said impatiently. Daniel smirked at my tone and wrote down everything we’d said so far, then looked up at me. “Do you know anything else?” “An undercover cop was killed that night. I heard that from my sources,” I said quietly.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

this last part was whispered into my ear. Over her shoulder, I could see the security agents finally making their way down the aisle to where we stood. I see someone’s decided to do their job. Too bad, you’re still getting fired. I hugged Monica, my arms encircling her waist, making sure she was pinned in place to let the security men accost her. Letting her go, I let one of the agents reach out and grab Monica’s arms. The other one twisted them behind her back, slapping a pair of handcuffs on her wrists.