The Enigmatic Mafia Boss

The Enigmatic Mafia Boss

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Beatrice, an undercover agent, is used to facing dangerous situations. Her latest mission puts her in the crosshairs of the De Luca brothers, a notorious mafia family in Italy, and she feels ready to take on the challenge. However, as she gets deeper into the lives of Flint and Nolan, she starts to struggle with keeping her professional persona, Tris, separate from her true self, Beatrice. With a mob war brewing, Beatrice finds herself torn between trust and loyalty, realizing that sometimes making the right choice can lead to some pretty questionable actions.

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Beatrice’s POVMy phone buzzes in my front pocket, and all I can think about is checking it. I shift in the metal chair, keeping my hands folded on the old aluminum conference table that’s definitely seen better days. The warehouse is empty except for the six of us. It’s a strange situation, but I’ve learned the right questions to ask and which ones to steer clear of. At least we have a table. This is a negotiation, not a fight. The table matters. My heart is racing, but I’ve gotten used to that feeling. The pounding in my chest is my tell, and I’m glad the others can’t hear it, even when it’s thumping in my ears. I’ve trained hard for this double life, at least on the surface. “Listen,” I let a bit of impatience creep into my tone. “Sierra is going to be furious when she finds out you’re messing with her.” The chill in the air should have been my first clue that this meeting wouldn’t go well. It’s so cold that I half-expect to see my breath. Fred’s too stingy to pay for the hea...

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26 Chapters
Chapter 1
Beatrice’s POVMy phone buzzes in my front pocket, and all I can think about is checking it. I shift in the metal chair, keeping my hands folded on the old aluminum conference table that’s definitely seen better days. The warehouse is empty except for the six of us. It’s a strange situation, but I’ve learned the right questions to ask and which ones to steer clear of. At least we have a table. This is a negotiation, not a fight. The table matters. My heart is racing, but I’ve gotten used to that feeling. The pounding in my chest is my tell, and I’m glad the others can’t hear it, even when it’s thumping in my ears. I’ve trained hard for this double life, at least on the surface. “Listen,” I let a bit of impatience creep into my tone. “Sierra is going to be furious when she finds out you’re messing with her.” The chill in the air should have been my first clue that this meeting wouldn’t go well. It’s so cold that I half-expect to see my breath. Fred’s too stingy to pay for the hea
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Chapter 2
Beatrice’s POVJames prefers to meet at the same hotel, in the same room, every single time. It’s a mid-tier chain located in a medium-sized city. Everything about our meetings is set up to avoid the awkward encounters we both dread. Being undercover and running into someone from either side of our lives is one of those things that can wake people like me in a panic, drenched in sweat, wondering if there’s a bullet waiting for us. As I step into the hotel room, the smell of old cigarettes hits me right away. The place could really use a makeover, but I never question James’s choice of venue. This is his territory, not mine. He stops pacing when the door clicks shut behind me, and his dark features and eyes help ease my tension. He gives me a once-over, sizing me up. “I wasn’t sure you’d show.” “Your message came at a rough time. Sierra let me squeeze in another meeting today, but it was pointless.” “Just like the last one,” he replies, finishing my sentence. I shrug it off
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Chapter 3
Beatrice’s POVHot pink isn’t really my go-to color, but it surprisingly complements the darker tones I got from my dad. Sierra was adamant about picking out my dress for this event. Getting her to join me wasn’t the hard part; it was more about steering her away from some of the outrageous outfit ideas she had in mind for me. “So, Native Barbie, are you enjoying the show?” Sierra asks, her champagne flute held delicately in her perfectly manicured hands. I shoot her a sideways look while taking a sip from my own drink. “Only you could pull that off.” I’ve got a bit of that lily-white vibe from my mom, too. People who try to label me often find it tricky because I don’t fit neatly into any box. My gaze wanders around the grand ballroom, landing on the stunning crystal chandelier that brightens our corner. I let my fingers brush against the gun strapped to my thigh. This event was supposed to be low-key, but it’s ballooned into something much larger since my meeting with James.
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Chapter 4
Beatrice’s POVThe next day, as we pull up to the De Luca family estate, there is a noticeable chill in the air. Snow blankets parts of the ground, but you can still see some patches of grass peeking through. Before we can even step inside, we get thoroughly searched. The first time I went through this years ago, it felt invasive and gross. Now, it’s just routine. They manage to uncover every single one of my concealed weapons. I guess I’ll need to get a bit more inventive with my hiding spots. Their mansion is a stunning, sprawling bungalow nestled in the suburbs. It’s going to take me ages to comb through the entire place for any clues. The file I glanced at had some info, but being here really drives home a different reality. This estate used to be pretty secluded, but the city has expanded all around it. There’s still a huge stretch of land in the back that looks like an empty field, save for a shed tucked away in the corner. When the front door swings open, I don’t see No
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Chapter 5
Beatrice’s POV“I do.” Her expression softens. “You’re not going to fight each other. Flint’s a jerk, but he’s still your brother.” “There are things you can’t possibly understand. People change. Flint’s mom and mine would be turning in their graves.” The hint of an accent returns, making me want to lean in closer to catch more. Despite her words, I think that accent might be genuine. Sierra isn’t a mom, but sometimes she gives off a nurturing vibe around certain people. Like that little hip sway, she doesn’t show that side of herself often. Her bond with Nolan and Flint runs deeper than I ever realized. “Can I help?” she asks. Nolan looks at me before turning to Sierra. “Maybe,” he replies. “I’m not looking for an arms deal, at least not right now. I wanted Flint to see I’m serious—my threats are real—which is why I brought you here.” She shifts in her seat. “I used to babysit you two when our parents were in meetings. I know how tight you and Flint are.” I try to keep my
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Chapter 6
Beatrice’s POVNolan's face lights up with a smirk. "I appreciate your straightforwardness." "Why beat around the bush?" I stay standing. "I'm content with Sierra, so your offer better be impressive." "I’m looking for a female bodyguard—" "Not interested." I pivot on my heel, taking a calculated chance. The more I push back, the less he’ll suspect my true intentions later. He’ll think he’s won me over. "Hold on," he says as my hand reaches the doorknob. "I can offer more than just a title for the right candidate. I know you’ve been working closely with Sierra." His tone shifts again, and I feel my shoulders ease. There’s something in the way he speaks that could easily draw me in. It drains my resistance. "I have. I’ve earned my place by her side." "What would it take to bring you here to work for me?" He stands in front of me now, arms crossed, giving me a piercing look. "I want to feel valued," I confess. "Essential, like I matter." He nods. "What I need you to do wo
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Chapter 7
Beatrice’s POVThe next day, when the door swings open to reveal Flint, I can't help but curse Nolan and his so-called matchmaking skills. I shot Nolan a text as soon as I landed to let him know when I’d be at the house. He definitely knew it would be me at the door. I sidestep Flint, rolling my eyes at the thought that I don’t know how to charm a guy. Nolan and I are going to have a serious talk about this. This isn’t my style at all.“Sierra must be a pretty terrible boss if you think working for Nolan is a better gig,” Flint quips.Instead of turning to him, I keep walking toward the back of the house and Nolan’s office. I give Flint a little wave over my shoulder, not even bothering to respond to him.His hearty laugh trails behind me until I turn the corner. When I reach Nolan’s door, I hit the buzzer like I saw Dalton do yesterday.After a moment, Nolan’s breathless voice comes through the speaker. “Yes?”“Tris.”The door buzzes open, and I step into the spacious room. Nolan is
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Chapter 8
Beatrice’s POVThe casino doesn’t look like much from the outside. It’s just a few sections of a strip mall with darkened windows, located in a part of Sicily I wouldn’t normally visit. Once we step through the sliding doors, it’s clear that the inside isn’t any better. Everything seems worn out, like it’s stuck in the seventies. Slot machines are crammed into every corner, and the smell of stale smoke hits me hard.“You own this place?” My voice lacks any enthusiasm.Nolan shoots me a sideways glance as he walks toward the back. “It’s not what it seems.”We’ve got a security guard in front of us and another behind.“Are you going to give me more details?”“Not at the moment.”“Trust—”“Is something you earn. You’ve got it from Sierra, but you need to earn it from me.” He points his finger, his face serious.Nolan’s knack for blending in or standing out, depending on what he needs, is impressive. Even some of the agents I know can’t pull that off.“Just watch and learn.” Nolan approa
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Chapter 9
Beatrice’s POVI spend the next few weeks shadowing Nolan around the city as he makes deals, chats with people, and stacks up cash. I can never quite figure out what Flint does all day. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of him, but most of the time it feels like it’s just Nolan and me in the house. Flint’s like a ghost. One day, while I’m sitting on the edge of my bed thinking about hitting the gym, my phone buzzes with that familiar tone. I grab it from the nightstand and see a simple message. “Lunch is on me today. James.”I check the clock and realize I’ve got two hours to get to a dive bar in R Island. I quickly throw on my go-to outfit of black pants and a shirt, pulling my dark hair into a tight ponytail. Snatching my jacket off the chair where I tossed it last night, I head down the hall to ask for the day off. I ring Nolan’s office, wishing I could just walk in. We go through our usual routine, and he buzzes me into the room. “You should really set up a camera out there so we ca
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Chapter 10
Beatrice’s POVOnce his eyes adjust, he spots me at the bar. Dalton steps in right behind him, his broad shoulders nearly scraping the doorframe. James is busy cleaning the bar, keeping his distance from me now. I admire how quickly he can read a situation. Just moments ago, he was holding my hand.Flint frowns and shoves his hands into his pockets as he approaches me. “You came all the way to R Island just for a drink at this dump?”“It caught my eye.” I motion to the empty stool next to me. “Want a drink?” My heart races, pounding against my ribs. He followed me. How did I not notice? The fact that I missed it is scarier than him being here. These are the kinds of slip-ups that can get agents killed.Flint settles into the stool next to me. He glances over his shoulder and tells Dalton, “Keep an eye on the door.”“Whiskey?” I ask.“Irish Car Bomb.” Flint shoots me a sideways look.I swallow hard and signal to James, who’s at the far end of the bar. He strolls over like he’s got noth
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