Undercover Mafia Novels & Stories

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

Hello, My dear readers. This is a new series with new characters Surrogate For The Mafia lord had ended. Behind Closed Doors Desperate for work and a fresh start, Arabella arrives at a sprawling estate to begin her new job as a nanny—only to discover that her young charge, Angela, has already driven away three caregivers in a single month. But Angela's "pickiness" is the least of Arabella's worries.

After a ten-minute drive, we arrived at the exclusive club where Alex had thrown his bachelor party. Alex and Logan were my partners in the mafia. Together, we ruled the underworld, an unstoppable force that no one dared challenge. Our legitimate businesses served as the perfect front, keeping our darker dealings hidden from the prying eyes of the law and the public.

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 .

A bottle of champagne lay tipped over and also the music kept playing in the background like nothing happened. Then the headline faded in across the top: "EXCLUSIVE: DRUG OVERDOSE IN MAFIA-RUN NIGHTCLUB" I stared at it. The rage didn’t come all at once. It climbed my throat slowly, like acid. “What the fuck is this?” I said, voice cold. “Making rounds on private forums,” Simon said. “High-level gossip groups. Mafia trackers. I think Kraven’s people haven’t posted it yet, but they leaked it in the right places. They're building traction. Setting the stage.”

The atmosphere is one of luxury and power, befitting the status of a mafia lord. Which he is after all; I wasn't about to believe that shit about him being an undercover agent of the IDA. For all I care, that could have been his way of covering up his tracks. These mafia lords tend to be shrouded in facades upon facades, leaking of mystery. I take a deep breath in, liking the cologne clinging to the room. I was almost tempted to ask him what cologne he uses. Screw your head back on straight, Freya.

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.

she protested angrily, her gaze becoming colder by the minute. “What are you guys hiding from me?” She asked, her sharp gaze on Mikolos. “I know only what you know, Sophia. Do not be manipulated, and do not lose track of what you came here for. Whatever Elena told you, I want you to disregard it. Don't forget, she has been in the mafia for years; she is a professional at manipulation," Mikolos stated gently. “I know this seems like a suicide mission, but the force would not have sent you here if there was no room for survival; you just have to be very smart. Look at me; I have been undercover for four months now, and I am alive," he continued.

But instead of asking Wyatt to be the focus of the piece, Eric had asked him to give his card to his brother Jack so he could interview him on running the family business. Wyatt said he would do what he could, without any intention of doing so. When Eric told him he was leaving for South America to investigate a rumor about a suspected slave trade, Wyatt came up with the perfect plan. Three days later, Wyatt put in a call to his T.H.R.U.S.H. contacts in a small obscure village in South America and set-up the fake story for Eric to "uncover". The expose resulted in Eric receiving the Pulitzer for International Reporting, and a very prestigious job with the Wall Street Journal. At the celebrat

Luna steps close to me and whispers,"President Bella, you know something scary about Erick?" "No. What's that?" "He's the Frank Hill of underworld Mafia group DarZ. He told me once that he uses codename Frank Hill to rule over his men as underboss," Luna murmured, shocking me. I thought only I knew about Caspar and Erick's secret codenames. How come Luna knows it too? Don't tell me she's part of a Mafia group too? I looked at her and my suspicions turned real. Luna was smiling when she should be worrying about the scandal.