Undercover Mafia Novels & Stories

I could finally breathe since now we were four and Ethan's team only had three people including him. Suddenly, I saw the silhouette of three men on a bike and I looked at Jack with a kind of desperation in my eyes, but he shook his head. These weren't our men, these were Ethan's men. Now my theory went completely wrong. It was four versus six. Each of the three men had a shield and a gun resembling some top force officers when they were merely from the mafia. Due to the large metallic shield covering them, they didn't hide behind trees or cars. They had a determined expression on their face as they approached us cautiously, but fearlessly.

“Hmm. That’s probably a good thing. We couldn’t find any direct links to you, even though you grew up near Sicily. You always go by Tris, which makes things simpler compared to other undercover folks.” Having a name similar to my own helps me stay grounded. Some people need to completely separate from their real lives, but for me, it’s easier to weave in real details than to make up stories and keep track of them. “So, what’s the deal with the De Luca family?” I pull my hand away from James’s and start rubbing his thigh in slow circles. “They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.”

Alexander chuckled darkly as he dismantled the gun in under ten seconds and let it fall to the ground in a useless heap. “You are all now under my thumb, just like you all imagined the entire Mafia would be,” Some of them gritted their teeth in anger, looking at Alexander with a challenging gaze while the others avoided his gaze and looked down like cowards. Rain smiled coldly, copying the exact same smile on Alexander’s face as she walked up to them as well and threw the papers in all their faces. Her fingers itching to make at least one of them bleed. Those were the papers that confirmed every thing Alexander had just said.

Johnny took a deep breath and sat down on the couch across from Harley. He knew what he was about to say would change everything between them."Harley, I need to tell you something," Johnny said, his voice barely above a whisper. Harley sat up and looked at him, a sense of foreboding settling in her stomach. "What is it?" "you know I told you that I'm an undercover cop," Johnny said. "And I've been signed to investigate your godfather's organization."

I lean forward, trying to look like I'm being thorough instead of evasive. "She's not just there looking for a husband. I think she's looking for something else." "Such as?" "I don't know yet." Rodriguez closes the file and looks at me directly. "Marcus, you've been undercover for two years. You've developed sources, gathered intelligence, built a reputation in the Chicago high society money-laundering circuit. You're one of our best people-readers. So when you tell me you 'don't know yet' about a woman you've had multiple interactions with, that tells me one of two things."

Chief explained to us so I swallowed. What the fuck? Who the hell are these people who did capture the top three mafia lords in the world in just one week? Are they still human? How good is it? Are they better than the fictional stories that Misha used to read? It's terrible, I don't want to believe it but the evidence is there. And just imagine, all those three mafia lords have private armies. But they fell! "Phantom Troupe?" A colleague of mine asked. "Aren't they the Alpha Team of the CIA's Undercover Agents?" And it looked at us. "You're the Delta Team, right? Do you know them?"

“I believe one thing that you can't make someone fall in love with you. And you can't keep someone to you forcefully. If you want to leave me I won't stop you. If it's my punishment I'm willing to take the punishment for the rest of my life.” His words touched my heart. And it was enough to clear my doubt. He had loved me selflessly all these years. I can't punish him for the rest of his life for one mistake he made out of emotions. “I want to confess something else too.” I snapped my head to look at him and raised my brow at him. “I'm an undercover Mafia.” I stared at him in utter disbelief. “What more thing you have hide from me?” I asked him and he pressed

She just gently glanced at the photo taken on the front page, and couldn't help being surprised. "How is that?" Martin noticed her unusual expression. "No, nothing." Reluctantly Jenny sat up straight. She raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. “This suspect, he looks…so…decent.” “Yes, his face is extremely handsome, and every gesture is elegant and polite. Well, actually Daniel Wright is a corrupt and cunning guy. His father is Jones, who used to be a mafia boss holding the smuggling ring of the largest gangster organization in North America. Daniel has just returned from studying abroad, pretending to be the heir to his father's Wright X Corporation, but we assume that he

She turned her gaze to her uncle and gave her a slight nod to confirm her suspicions. "This is a highly classified mission, agents. The Government wanted to investigate this case for a long time. But due to the big persons involved. From high-ranking officials, both in the army and the police force, to prominent politicians that we have today. They decided to hire a specialized group that has entirely no connection with these people —that's us. And with that, both you will go on an undercover mission." A picture of a well-known university flashed onto the LED screen. "As a professor?" the guy asked.

"You better, Axel. I made it especially for you." The thud of their departing footsteps echoed against the kitchen walls. I was marooned in the kitchen of a mafia mansion, left alone with little Mila. The scent of fresh pizza still hung in the air, but it had gone from comforting to mocking in seconds flat. It was a sick joke, a slap of domesticity in the face of the very real danger looming over us. And then, when I looked at Mila, I saw it — a tiny tear clinging to the edge of her lower lid. ***