Undercover Mafia Novels & Stories

There was some common denominator between us that I could not explain, and I trusted my gut on it. “You’re not ready for the truth,” he said aloud. “Well, shit. I’m outta here.” I was ready to drive off when he stopped me. “Wait.” “You and Terzo obviously have deeper issues and history here. Tell me now, or I’m going. I’ll stay with Cooper or book a hotel room.” He drew a deep breath, and I saw the deep hesitation in his eyes, and I was losing my patience. “Well—” “He’s a mafia.” I stared at him incredulously before I barked out laughing. I was slightly exaggerated, slamming my palm against the steering wheel to piss him off. “That’s the best thing you can come up with? Try, he’s an alien wa

Marami akong naging part time job, para sa ‘min ni mommy, pero etong underground battle ang pinaka-madumi at nakaka-ubos sa lahat. But in order for us to climb higher and to get out of this den, our big bosses organized a game. Madumi pa ring sistema para kumita ng pera, pero malayo sa masasahol na tao dito. Being able to be part of a mafia team will surely give us more protection in terms of identity and beyond classified tasks, unlike here where we need to fight for as long as we can a day. “Isang talo pa, mauungusan na nila tayo sa ranking.” malamig kong sinabi, hindi pinapahalata ang kaunting kaba.

The world tilts. My fork clatters against the porcelain plate, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Mafia thugs. Michelle didn’t know about the collectors being "taken down." My dad didn't know the details. The only way Dante knows that is if he belongs to the world Cade is trying to hide me from. He’s not a finance major. He’s a plant. I force my features into a mask of cold indifference, even as my heart hammers against my ribs. I can’t let him know I’m onto him. Not here. Not with my family in the line of fire.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

This is going to be a bloody massacre, I’m sure. After dressing in all black, I looked at myself in the mirror. Ah man, I don’t really like killing people in broad daylight, but I think today’s exceptional because I’m in the mood too, I said to myself and covered my face with a mask. I obviously don’t want anyone to recognize me as Erick Lukers, an actor, but as Frank Hal, brother of Xavier Hill. Our real identities in the Mafia world make everyone piss in te

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

In the underworld. While we keep a clean surface on top. A nobody surface. I broke the nobody on the surface rule of conduct. I'd become a billionaire on the surface and a billionaire in the underworld. And I was yet to see the person who would point it out for me. Mafia is NOT a game. And once you are in it, you can't escape. And if you want to, We kill you. But that's not all. We all have our superiors. In particular situations like

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

Dominic asked, leaning back on his seat with a smirk on his face. "Let's get started then," I informed him and reached out to my purse to bring out a paper and pen. "Tell me something Emily, how old are you?" I paused and looked at him with a surprise on my face. "How do you know my name?" I asked. "Emily Holmes, an undercover agent, who has taken down several Mafia lords and terrorists in the past seven years, I do know a lot about you." His explanation caused panic in my heart. No one has been able to unravel my identity over the past few years, which makes me believe that Dominic might be the smartest criminal I have faced.

As soon as she heard the door close behind her, she sighed heavily and ran all the way to her car. The engine revved and Petra drive back to her home in high speed with so many thoughts running through her mind. Why did she think she could pull off a deal with a mafia boss and go Scot free after discovering his secrets? Definitely, she had failed to think deeply about what she was getting herself into. Her mother's life was more important at that moment of decision, she just didn't think she had to substitute with her life and career.