The Mafia's Undercover Princess
"Agent Mia, If you could meet up with this task of bringing Kraven Astor down within the space of 6 months, then consider yourself a Special Senior Agent."
All Mia requested was her due promotion, but it came with a condition just to prove how less a female was seen in the security agency.
She is supposed to go undercover to bring down the ruthless don of New York's most feared mafia clan, who seemed untouchable and undefeated, which a wrong move could cost her everything.
You know, infiltrating his empire was the plan, but falling for him was never part of it.
Now, as their worlds collide, more secrets unravel, and a forbidden passion ignites between them, and she is stuck choosing between vengeance and the man who could be her downfall.
Indeed, she was sent to bring down the Mafia, but what if that's where she actually belongs?
Will love be her greatest weapon... or her ultimate betrayal? Find out now!!!
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Chapter 3
Mia's POV
I was still reflecting over how I had watched Kraven from the edge of the bar as he walked the hall with a cold charm.
From the distance I had observed him, he stood a few feet away, his tall, imposing figure cutting through the crowd like a predator. And I was in a deep thought that I got carried away.
"Maybe I like what I see," I heard a voice just right behind me, loud enough for me to hear over the ambient noise. Beyond a reasonable doubt, I could tell that was Kraven's voice. Just then, he moved right in front and made himself comfortable in the opposite bar seat that faced me. His gaze ran over me, slow and deliberate.
I didn't flinch even when the distance between us wasn't up to a stone's throw, as I could smell the faintest hint of leather and tobacco. There was something about him-about this whole situation-that made every cell in my body scream danger.
But I wasn't backing down.
He gave the sweetest smile with those cute lips I've ever seen and leaned over to steal a kiss.
Just immediately he parted his lips from mine, I could feel that I was already in on a long thing as I felt all the sexual cells in my body asking for more.
Let's say, I enjoyed it too or even more. Who knows!
I know that I wasn't supposed to be doing this with him, of course I know but I think this was indeed an advantage to me that things were happening so fast.
But then, for this assignment, I can be anything.
Just then, the sound of some haphazard footsteps around interrupted the tension. Kraven's gaze around 360 degrees in a twinkle of an eye before snapping back to me.
And just immediately, I heard the sound of gunfire echo through the hallway.
"Bang!! Bang!"
"Stay here," Kraven ordered at the top of his voice before turning sharply and walking toward the entrance close to the bar spot.
The door swung open instead, revealing one of his men, face pale, eyes wide with urgency.
"There's a problem. We've been compromised," the man said, his voice tight.
Kraven's expression shifted in an instant-cold, calculating. "What do you mean, compromised?"
"I think the Giovanni men are here, but we will try to get every one of them down."
The blood drained from my face as the realization hit. Though I haven't really heard of the 'Giovanni,' with the look of things, it seems like they're their opponents in the Mafia.
Kraven's gaze flickered back to me, dark and unreadable. "Get out of here. Now."
My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't move. I couldn't.
"Where do you want me to go now? Can't you see that it's not safe if I leave the premises now?" I pleaded, yet my voice was barely above a whisper.
Kraven's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure you are not a part of this?"
I maintained this straight face like I didn't know what he was referring to, not minding if the game had changed against me or not.
How on earth would he even conceive such a thing in his mind? What on earth can I get involved with the dirty games of a Mafia, of all things to do in this life?
I swallowed hard but didn't let him see the way my heartbeat sped up at his words. I was a professional. I had a job to do.
And yet, every second I spent near him made that job feel harder.
"I just asked you a question; why are you all playing dumb?"
He asked again, this time in a higher-pitched tone than the former.
And before I could respond, the sound of gunfire echoed through the hallway all over again.
"Ratatatatata."
This time the sound was quite different and more like an automated fire, and I guess it came from Kraven's men, as the sound of the other was quite different.
Of course, I use arms if need be during operations, and so I can comfortably tell the difference.
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"If you are willing to work for me, then I must access you to be sure you are not sent from Giovanni," he continued, The weight of his words hung in the air like a warning. "You stick around, get close to me, and we'll see how deep you're willing to go. But remember this-everything in this world has a price." He added, still maintaining the thick voice.
'Could he be that possessive?'
I straightened, and this time I was ready to step away. "I don't buy into your world, Astor," I said, though the words felt like they were coming from someone else. Because, where could that morale from me be coming from?
He chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. "Not yet, you don't have a choice here."
His fingers brushed mine briefly-just a touch, but enough to send a shiver through me.
I didn't know how much more I could take. I couldn't let him know what was really going on. I couldn't let him see how much he rattled me.
I needed to stay focused.
Kraven took a step back, his eyes still burning with curiosity, though there was something more in them now. It was as if I'd sparked something in him he hadn't expected.
"Follow me," he said, with a commanding voice. "I need to show you something."
My mind raced with possibilities as I hesitated for a split second before I nodded, letting him lead me through the back door of the club.
We got to a room that seemed more like an office. The moment we stepped into the office, the door clicked shut behind us. A massive desk sat at the center of the room, papers scattered across it, and the walls were lined with bookshelves full of legal files, old family portraits, and what looked like ledgers of a very different nature.
Kraven gestured to the leather chair across from him. "Sit."
I ignored the chair and leaned against the desk instead, crossing my arms. "What's this about?"
"What do you want from me, Aria?" He nabbed with a fake smile that didn't reach his eyes instead of answering my question.
"What exactly do you think? It seems like you find it so difficult to believe me."
I understand how 'trust' is such a big deal in the Mafia world, but I never knew it was this bad.
"Let me know everything, starting with the truth. Besides, how would I believe a total stranger?" He took an unusual glance at me and continued regardless, "But then, if you insist you know nothing about what I am talking about, then it's fine. But one thing I will assure you is that if I smell anything fishy with you, I won't spare your life for anything in this world. Ask around; I am Lord Kraven for a reason, and I earned that."
Something about the way Kraven said the last statement made my pulse race, but I still maintained my ground of acting dumb, like I have no clue what he is saying.
The silence was thick, the weight of his words pressing down on me. I should've left right then and there, but something kept me rooted to the spot because I thought that could worsen the situation.
"Bang!!! Bang!! Bang!"
The gunfire came up again just when I thought we were done with that phase.
With the look on Kraven's face, I could tell without a doubt that we weren't safe here anymore.
"Let's leave here at once."
He said and dragged my wrist out of the office.
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9.5
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern.
I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for.
The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me.
The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world.
So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.
9.7
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."
7.2
SYNOPSIS:
"I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight, you'll scrub mine."
Elara Vance has always been the pride the Republic until she ran away from home, fell in love with Greene Jones, a man who treated her like dirt and discarded her like she was never the girl the entire Republic feared because of her strong dominating pheromones.
Now she's back after twelve years to serve revenge to Greene Jones like a hot dish in a way that he will pay for every act meted out on her for twelve years. But things wasn't going to go as planned as she meets Silas, the handsome bulky head of her father's security but a recessive omega of her past that she has totally forgotten but now wears a new stance as her bodyguard, recognized by the entire republic as an Alpha, and her perfect chosen mate, Calvin; ruining the comeback and revenge she planned out for herself and now she has to think about saving and claiming her mate, Silas while navigating and protecting the seat meant for her.
The real question becomes; will Calvin ever allow her take all it took him twelve years to build?
THEME: The true definition of power. Is it found in the biological dominance of an Alpha, or in the resilience of an Omega who survived in the lion's den?
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.
8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.
8.1
I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat.
A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt.
The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men.
I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser?
It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot.
I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness.
"The crazy woman you knew before is dead."
I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.