Undercover Life Novels & Stories

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.

I noticed that they were surprised at what they found out. "There are some undercovers like me, different cases are being handled and our main goal is to catch them and the police will follow," I said as I leaned over. "Are they that coward? Undercovers are the bait for the opponents, so you're the first one to be put in danger," Flynn said. “That’s how we live as undercover. To survive, we have to do everything just to get the money, but in exchange for money are bruises on the body,” I can’t help but remember my experiences.

"What are you up to?" I took a deep breath, knowing I couldn't keep it a secret from Cole any longer. "There's no point in keeping it a secret from you," I whispered. Cole's eyes locked onto mine, his expression intense. "Does this have anything to do with that Renato Marino gang membership card?" I nodded, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "Yes." Cole's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "What's going on?" he demanded. I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something in Cole's expression told me he needed to know the truth. "I'm going undercover," I began.

I wanted to fade into the background, be invisible, but the sense of exposure, the vulnerability, was too palpable. I was smack-dab in the middle of a Russian Bratva war. My pulse raced as I geared up for this interview. An interview that might just toss me back into the treacherous world I'd been desperately trying to evade. The gig as a nanny at Axel-Yakov's mansion – the one man I hoped never to cross paths with again. Or did I really hope not to?

“Was he killed?” A confused look came on Uncle Steven’s face. “What do you mean by ‘killed’ kid?” “It’s just that dad was so careful you know? He’d never mix up medicine like that… He told me several times that it could be fatal… and what about work? What if he was mixed up with some shady people? What if he did something he shouldn’t have? What if he was in trouble?” the words tumbled out of my mouth in a frenzied fashion.

He trailed her gaze and gulped when he realized what she was looking at. She walked up to the wall and touched a circular hole on the wall. Like something penetrated it. "What happened? " She asked. "It's just a drill. " He lied and she knew. When she first saw it, she knew immediately it was a bullet that caused it and since he doesn't want to talk, then he's hiding something. If he went to learn self defense, they wouldn't give him licence to a gun. So her assumption was in two ways. It's either he was attacked, and he doesn't want me to know. Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover.

I couldn't lead with ‘oh well my so called stepfather is responsible not only for my father’s death, and is one of the lead sex traffickers in the country, so I am looking to destroy him and I’m here to infiltrate as much information as I can since he’s a client. Instead I went with “My work is my life. Some people would call that unhealthy, but to me it’s everything. Our world runs on data, and it's important to understand the value of that data and how it affects peoples lives. I have always been someone who likes being in the shadows; absorbing information, while remaining anonymous and undetected.” In order for this undercover assignment to work, I knew that I would need to divulge some

“Bruce called last night. He was a total wreck, talking about some club, an intense training program, and you throwing away a two-year relationship over a tactical case. What are you doing? He says you are putting yourself in a dangerous position.” Lila looks at me, looking more than a little angry. “Bruce panicked because he cannot handle the reality of undercover work. The engagement is over because we want entirely different things out of life, not because of a case file.” “He told me you are training to go undercover as a submissive for an auction pool,” Vance says, sounding a mix of furious and genuinely worried. “Please tell me he’s lying. The Bureau shouldn’t have you doing something

I ate, slept, and worked around Aurelia Heights, running on almost no rest for over ninety days. For the sake of confidentiality, I had told everyone I was doing delivery work. Even Claire had no idea I was actually on an undercover operation. “I didn’t forget. I just finished my last order. I’ll be there soon.” Twenty minutes later, I walked into the private dining room carrying two bottles of premium single-malt Scotch I had bought on the way. There were seven or eight people inside. Besides Claire and her parents, a heavyset middle-aged man sat in the seat of honor.