Undercover Novel Novels & Stories

I hung up and quietly headed toward the hotel. I hadn't gone far when a van screeched to a halt beside me. A group of masked men in black jumped out. One blow knocked me unconscious, and they dragged me into the vehicle. A bucket of ice-cold water jolted me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, Tasha slapped me across the face. "Thomas, you actually handed Nick over to a bunch of women fatter than pigs—how can you be so shameless?" I denied it again and again.

"Jasmine, there's something you need to know. It's about what happened today... and before. I didn't tell you because I thought it wasn't my place, but keeping it from you has been eating me alive." I crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. "Just spit it out, Gabriel. What are you hiding?" "There are things you don't know about me," Gabriel started. "Okay," I said, expecting him to continue. "I own nightclubs and a hotel." "Okay," I repeated, still not understanding what this had to do with his guilt. "And I work as a PI," he added, watching me closely, hoping I would connect the dots. But I was still confused.

I probably passed out, for how long I had no idea, as I had no recollection of being carried to this room. I looked around taking in my surroundings.The room was classy,the walls painted white, with a huge painting hanging above the fireplace,the curtains were green in color and open letting sunlight stream into the room . Zachary had told me he wasn’t gay,how the fuck did the rumor come about then. I killed someone. Of course working undercover came with a lot of challenges, but killing somebody? That was not my first time killing, but only in self defense. This was my first time killing someone so weak. I clenched my jaw tightly refusing to acknowledge what this would mean for me now.

I nodded, knowing exactly what I wanted to do, “Yes, Dad. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ I ducked behind the tall stacks of books, doing my best to look casual while my heart hammered. Enrico was right behind me, muttering under his breath, “I feel like a pair of perverts,” he said. “Speak for yourself,” I whispered. “I’m an undercover literary observer. Totally legitimate.” And then I saw her. Allegra.

I knew it was perfect timing and so I seized the moment and rushed over to her, then took the gun from her. I seized her neck, having the gun firmly pointing to her temples. “I think I am the one who needs an explanation here. You are actually undercover for the FBI and you led me on all the while. And that was why you hid even your real name Mia, from me? You thought I wouldn't find out, huh? Do you know that this can be your last day on earth, you dare to surrender me with a gun? You know no woman has ever tried that but you think that you had the guts to, right?”

"What are you up to?" I took a deep breath, knowing I couldn't keep it a secret from Cole any longer. "There's no point in keeping it a secret from you," I whispered. Cole's eyes locked onto mine, his expression intense. "Does this have anything to do with that Renato Marino gang membership card?" I nodded, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "Yes." Cole's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "What's going on?" he demanded. I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something in Cole's expression told me he needed to know the truth. "I'm going undercover," I began.

She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back. “Regent Towers? Really?” she said, fastening her seatbelt. “You finally stumbled onto unimaginable wealth, or should I be worried you’re selling organs now?” I laughed, shifting into drive. “Neither. It’s for a story.” Lilian shot me a look. “Since when do your stories involve high-end boutiques and formal gowns? Don’t tell me you’re going undercover at a wedding.” I kept my eyes on the road, smirking. “Not quite. I just need to look like… someone else for a night. Someone glamorous, irresistible—someone people can’t stop staring at.”

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”