Undercover Mafia Novels & Stories

I frowned. “You should be resting.” He ignored that and came closer, lowering himself onto the couch beside me. “I heard about Michael.” Of course he had. News spread like wildfire in this house. “Everyone has, apparently.” He hesitated, studying me. “Is it true?” “Yes.” Dominique let out a small, broken sound. “I’m so sorry.” I scoffed. “Sorry? For what? For the fact that I’ve been living with an undercover agent? Or for the fact that the entire underworld now thinks I’m a fool?”

I just revamped my office and the new sleek, modern decor reflected my precision: polished marble floors, minimalist artwork, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. Damian and I exchanged nods and he dropped my briefcase on my table. My project manager, Alex, soon walked in, and we got to work immediately. "Morning briefing?" I inquired. "Ready, sir," he replied, opening his tablet. As I scrolled through Alex's briefing, pride swelled within me. My business was thriving, and despite my being a Mafia, I still had other things to fall back on. I was making mind-blowing profits, ensuring a secure legacy for Luis and Joey.

Trending Number One: #CEOViktorCaughtCheatingWithStepsisterOnLivestream #MiaExposedForDeceivingFans Inside Mafia group chats: 'Don Viktor's devoted husband image completely collapses. Viktor mobilized every hacker and media resource the family had in an attempt to suppress the scandal, delete posts, and control public opinion. However, nothing worked. More intimate photos of him and Mia from other occasions soon surfaced online. Everyone was laughing at him now.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Marco's underboss, Carlo Bianchi, knocked loudly. "Madre! Is Don Vitale with you? The shipment in the East District was intercepted! I can't reach him by phone, and there's no one in the basement!" I quickly put the laptop away and stumbled toward the door. As I passed the heavy Persian rug by the entrance, I deliberately hooked my toe against it. The corner of a forged document hidden beneath it—"Anna Is an Undercover Police Informant"—slipped partly into view.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

Even my teeth are chattering. All those articles. All those hints, allegations, payoffs to keep the Morelli name out of the courts. My father, the man whose DNA I carry, is responsible for death, misery, horror. Sex trafficking, drug trafficking, money laundering. All of it. Dean found all of it when he was researching, and that’s what he didn’t want me to know. That’s what he tried to shield me from. Because unlike the men standing in front of me, he actually gives a damn.

He added. Just as always he was well informed, my negligence had really gotten the best of me. A lot of things had changed and most of the connections I had, had been stolen from me. This was something with being a Mafia, with Money anything can be bought over. To my world, Alliance, Money and Connections were the sure deal. "He's involved in a lot of dirty deals, it involves human trafficking, I have to bring him in order " I replied. Human trafficking was something I detest.

Half an hour later, we arrived at my apartment. The boys all know the code to get in, so they are all now lounging around my home. Even though Jared is my principal partner in crime, for missions we are an eight-person team. Dumping the bags of burgers on the coffee table and the vultures attacked. Benny and Clint are our weapons experts. Leon and Sid are the surveillance gods, (their words not mine.) Harry and Peter are the IT/tech guys (f**king geniuses, both of them). After we eat, Leon tells me he has four packed suitcases ready in the SUV and has set out an outfit for me on my bed to add to my hand luggage. “It’s not your normal look, but you have to fit in as a rich teenager. Harry ha

Anna looked up at him with curiosity, he added “ Two years ago, whole continent was fed up of too many Mafia Dons who was disturbing the peace of all the country, so all the country together made a secret department to look into this case and assign the best cop as under cover agent who will live like a Mafia Don and will keep finishing the small and big units of all Don's from the continent. By that time, Ethan Mallfoy, a Russian officer was the best among all the best officers chosen from all over the continent.

Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover. Either ways, it doesn't sound good. If he realises more about you, you could be in danger, or worst, he could hurt mum. She turned abruptly her look back to normal. Nonchalant. "What were we doing again? " She asked. "You were telling me how great a friend I am. " He said and she rolled her eyes. "You wish. We're not friends. Remember, I have a reputation to keep. " She said sitting back on the couch and trying her best to remain calm.