Undercover Mafia Novels & Stories

The underboss jerked him by the neck and flung him over the ground so he was at the edge of the cliff. He hissed in pain and slowly got up to see Luca pull a 9mm at him. "It's over, Luca. We have the files now. You'll have the FBI after your ass by the morning" The agent told him proudly and he shook his head, and said, "Y'all always underestimate me. Just like Perez. You read my files but you fail to learn a peculiar lesson from it, everyone who have ever tried to end me ended up getting ended by me" "I've been a mafia from my mother's belly. I've been committing and covering up crimes from a very young age. I'm always ahead, fvcking ahead of every one of you,"

Anita asked, "Well, Anita, it's not the kind of agency you might be thinking of. I've joined an undercover agency." Felix explained, Anita was surprised, "Undercover? Like a secret agent?" she said, Felix nodded, a proud smile on his face. "Exactly. I've been gathering information on ruthless mafias ever since I got a tip from someone in prison before I was released. I've set up my own secret office and I've been helping the anti narcotics police with their investigations." Felix explained,

He smirked sinisterly and grabbed one of the chairs in the room then slumped down across her. “Hey, Miss Mia Campbell… if that is your real name," he muttered and Mia scoffed. "Were you with my parents when I was named?” Mia snapped, getting impatient. He chuckled and shook his head, opening a page in the jotter. “So… how long have you been working undercover?" He asked and Mia scoffed. "What do you mean by that?" Mia asked. The man chuckled darkly and adjusted his spectacles before looking at her again. “You don't have to keep acting clueless, Mia, everyone knows that the unknown Mafia queen is you,” the man said.

The difference is I won't cheat on you, and if you cheat on me, you Die," he said as if he was talking about the weather; I couldn't help but gulp down. "So it's true that you are into mafia" I muttered. "No pretty, I'm into what's stronger than mafia and I'm the king. Mafia is Largo, Rumez and the others; the evil that they push out and the secrets that they cover can never be done without them using a lot of things undercover. But me? Well, you don't have to know for now" he said.

“Ha-ha yeah… just like your name. Anyways… that’s all I’ve found out about the Mafia. We’re his cover.” “Yes…That’s makes more sense. We serve as coverage to his activities. While he leave here pretending to be retired, he does his dirty work underneath our nose.” “Yes,” “But serious, are we going to allow him do that?” “Well, as long as he doesn’t make any trouble, that’s should be fine. I don’t think I’ve the strength to go against a drug lord such as that.” “Yes you are right. Amway thank you from the information, Mira… now I can sleep in peace.”

“You. Katarina.” I sat back. “What?” He leaned forward. Whispered low. “I’m not who you think I am.” “Oh great, now’s the time for the mysterious bombshell?” “I’m serious.” His voice dropped again. “I’m not just a cop. I’m a plant. I act dirty. Pretend to be on payroll. But I’m not. I’ve been working my way up through the mafia rings for two years. Deep cover.” I stared. “You what?”

She leaned back and rested into the chair, folding her arms across her chest and studying the man, this was the grand son of the business tycoon every one in New York was going on about and she wondered if he was the same person she had seen the first time she had gone to Skyline, with the media buzzing around him, the one they said had just returned. She knew that in order for her to know more about him and Skyline and the connection they had, or did not have, to these murders, she would have to get in closer, she would have to go to the club and go undercover. The club was the best place to gather information and gossip, no body would be so cautious if she started asking about who Michael

Georgia grew up without her father, there was no way he was alive. "Where did you get that from?" he asked angrily, thinking that his employee was giving him this information just to get the reward he had promised them. "I have a contact, an undercover investigator who has been involved in many mafia groups. He's a respected man who knows everything that goes on around him. Please, boss, don't ask me to tell you who he is, because his job depends on his confidentiality. However, I dare to bet my life on him. We can be one hundred percent sure that what this man told me is true because he also sent proof."

"What's this clause about confidentiality?" "You are to never ask about my business," Matteo said, his eyes darkening, turning cold and completely unreadable. "You do not ask about the men outside, you do not ask about the guests I bring to this house, and you do not go into the basement or the east wing. You see nothing, you hear nothing. Understood?" I shrugged, uncapping the silver pen. "Honestly, Mr. Alcantara, as long as the cash clears every week, you could be running an underground fight club for all I care. I'm just here to make sure the kid doesn't choke on a chicken nugget."

I pulled my car to a screeching halt, I turned off my MP player and walked out of the car ready to divulge my report to Sir Roman. Greetings from guards with bows followed me as I walked the long distance into the main mansion, down to the underworld where Sir Roman was waiting. The underworld is an apartment underground the mansion where confidential issues about the mafia are handled since not every resident here works in the mafia. Upon arriving, what I met was a frenzy. Roman was out of it. His eyes were fiery red and he was yelling at his men. “You’re all a bunch of idiots. If you all didn’t let your guard down in the first place then he wouldn’t be abducted. You can't fix his location