Uncanny Undercover

It took years to make my way to the inner circle. Once I was there, it took about six months to gain the trust of the boss. She wasn't a very trusting person either. Her name was Bella Romano, sometimes called "the witch" or Strega for her ferocity. Bella was not an ordinary mob boss. She was way more clever than any of her predecessors. It was fascinating to watch her in action. All the huge, strong men that worked for her were so whipped into shape that they didn't dare question her authority. It was clear from the beginning that she was tougher than she looked. At five foot six she was a lot shorter than her men. Her blonde hair and blue eyes also stood out from the see of guys with brown hair and brown eyes. If you didn't know any better you'd think she was just one of the whores for the the guys. That came at a terrible price if you were dumb enough to make that mistake.

I'm not like the rest of them. They talked about murder and assault like it was an average day at work. For me, that was totally jarring. I was a federal agent, I didn't get involved in their violent crimes. My only task was to listen to the boss, get recordings of her wrongdoings, look for things to bug, and places to hide cameras. Things have gotten tougher lately. A group of men in construction tried to overthrow her last week. There's been a killing spree as they try to weed out all the men who were involved. It could be any day now that I'll be tasked with a violent crime and I'll have to stop my undercover work.

Bella owns many businesses. Most came to her as a form of payment. People owe her money and when they can't pay she'll spare your life but take a cut of your business. That chips away quite quickly until she owns the whole thing. These people in her debt are often killed or beaten within an inch of their life. Her most recent acquirement happens to be her favorite place to hangout. It's a club called Martini's. Technically it's named after the previous owner, but it's more about the drink now that he's gone. She loves the nightlife, the music, the dancing, the drinks. What she loves most is probably the attention. Despite her threatening power she's still a sexy thirty year old woman at a club. Civilians didn't know any better. She'd swindle men out of their money all night long, meanwhile they'd be drooling over her while she did it. I've seen her convince people to make the absolute worst business deals that only benefited her just because she had her firm tits all pushed up near their face.

It finally happened. One of the captains told me I had to whack a man down in Chinatown. Bella always told me to go to her if there were any problems. I arranged to see her immediately. She was at one of her businesses, a strip club near the edge of town. It wasn't her favorite place to be, but she had to visit frequently to ensure they were treating the women right.

"Come talk to me in a private room, I can't hear shit out here," Bella ordered. I followed her to one of the VIP rooms. The room was separated by a thick, red curtain. It was large enough to fit a queen sized bed and a couch. Everything in the room was pink. The lights were pink too. She urged me to sit on the bed. When I sat down she sat right on my lap. A wide grin spread from ear to ear. It made me uncomfortable. The way she drunkenly giggled and gyrated in my lap as if she was one of the strippers out there was unsettling. It didn't help that she was wearing a red crop top with tiny, black booty shorts. This outlandish tactic was nothing new. It instantly made men lower their guard. Unfortunately, it also made it easier for her to attack when men had a hard on. I took all my focus off my mission and redirected it at trying not to get aroused.

"What's the matter, Vince?" Bella cooed. Her round ass wiggled in my lap. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

Sweat dripped down the side of my face. None of my training prepared me for a situation like this. "This thing you want me to do, I don't think I can do it," I confessed.

"Why not?" Bella pouted. She unzipped my pants and tugged them downward. I brushed her hands away while I struggled to speak. Her hands flew right back to my crotch. This time they didn't budge when I tried to gently shoo them away. Something was wrong. This wasn't normal, even for her. I avoided eye contact, hoping she wasn't about to kill me. It was stupid to be there in the first place. I thought I'd be able to get some last minute information out of her. I should've gotten out while I had the chance.

"It's not something I'm comfortable doing. I mean, I've never done anything like it before," I admitted.

A chill ran down my spine. Bella fished my cock out of my underwear. She stroked it up and down without ever breaking eye contact. "What can I do to make you more comfortable?" Bella teased as she put a hand on my chest and pushed me onto my back.

"What are you doing? Wait!" I protested. Bella mounted me without removing her clothes. She gyrated on top of me, rubbing my cock up and down with her ass. Her arms pinned down my chest. This was taking things too far. I had to get out of there fast. I tried to sit up but Bella forced me down. She slipped off her shorts to reveal her naked pussy.

"So you wanna fuck me over but you're not willing to fuck me?" Bella scolded. Her hot cunt was on top of my cock, though it wasn't inside her. I squirmed beneath her. I was strong enough to overpower her but I knew that would be a death sentence.

"What are you talking about?" I shouted.

Bella ripped open my shirt to reveal the wire I was wearing. "See, you want to fuck me over but not fuck me," Bella repeated. I was in shock. I'd never imagined something like this happening. She was batshit crazy. Bella leaned in close to the microphone. "Oh God yes, you always fuck me so good," she moaned into the microphone.

My eyes went wide. "What the fuck?" I gasped. Her warm entrance enveloped my cock as she slipped it inside her. She was literally fucking me, someone she knew was working for the feds. The shock of her actions along with the pleasure prevented me from seeing what she was doing.

"These past few months with you have been incredible," Bella moaned. She picked up the pace. I couldn't help but moan. She bucked wildly. The microphone definitely picked up the sound of us fucking along with every little noise we made. "You were right. We should just run away together, leave all this shit behind," Bella panted. She fucked like a slut. She knew her way around a cock all too well. Her entire livelihood depended on her knack for manipulating men. It made sense that she would be extremely skilled in bed.

After years of hard work and risking my life, it was all over. Everything I did was for nothing. I had been compromised and discredited. She pretended we were having some sexual affair all along. I quickly grew furious. All that work gone in an instant. Not only that but I'd be fired if they believed her shit. "Fuck you bitch!" I cursed and flipped her onto her back. Rage swept over me as I continued to fuck her. I should've ran away. I should've stopped screwing around with her but for some reason I stayed there and pounded her pussy as rough and hard as I could.

"Yes, yesss! Fuck me!" Bella cried out still in character. That pissed me off even more. I had just pinned her on her back and fucked her hot pussy wildly and she simply smiled and moaned. I was doing exactly what she wanted. Instead of escaping, I continued having sex with her. She knew the longer we did it the worse the consequences would be for me. It only made her bullshit more believable. The best thing I could do was stop. My hips kept moving. I fucked her harder the angrier I got. I had to get out of there but I wanted revenge so bad. Being more forceful seemed to make her enjoy it more. Anger blinded me.

"Fuck you," I spat as I came deep inside Bella. Blast after blast of hot cum shot straight into her wicked womb. She writhed with pleasure. I couldn't believe we were both having an orgasm at the same time. That evil bitch was enjoying this.

"Oh shit!" Bella yelled once the waves of her orgasm subsided and she realized I had cum inside of her. She pushed me off of her and shot daggers at me with her eyes. Finally, she was pissed. It felt great to wipe that maniacal grin off her face. She rushed to arm herself with whatever weapon she had nearby. I didn't stick around to find out what it was. Cold, December air smacked me in the face once I made it outside. My fingers fumbled around my pocket, searching for my keys. I heard men chasing after me. My firearm was in my car. At last I made it to my stupid little sedan. I peeled out as fast as that tiny car could. Bullets struck the back of the car. The back window shattered. I blindly fired a few shots out the back window now that it was busted. They didn't strike anyone, though they prevented them from firing back. Luckily, they didn't chase me. They probably didn't know exactly what happened anyway. Besides, they falsely assumed they knew where I lived. Obviously, I would be returning to my real home, not the place I'd been staying at the past few months.

The outcome of that day was brutal. I was able to get a few guys arrested with the work I had done but not Bella. In fact, my superiors believed the shit she said. Apparently, Bella let them swab her for the semen I left in her. The analysis proved it was mine. That wasn't proof of an ongoing relationship, however, it was more than enough to get me fired. I failed to bring down the boss, and I undeniably slept with the boss. Honestly, I probably could've proved that it was all bullshit but they needed someone to blame for all the wasted time and money. It was easier for them to believe Bella and can me than to admit she got the better of us. What I did was wrong, yet it didn't make me feel like I deserved this.

It took some time to move on. My new job was nothing fancy. Actually, I was already thinking of quitting as long as I nailed the interview for a federal position elsewhere. I moved out to a smaller place in upstate New York. It was only temporary until I got a better paying job. I kind of liked being away from all the noise and drama of the city. Suddenly, a thunderous noise rolled down the street. My brow curved in frustration. There was nothing but peace and quiet up here, who the fuck was driving like a maniac?

I stomped my way to the nearest window to find that the car in question was pulling up my driveway. "Shit, who the fuck could that be?" I cursed to myself. The sound of the car door slamming shook the house. It was quickly followed by the beep of the car doors locking. I didn't see anyone in the car. Whoever it was, they had already gotten out. I answered the door before they could ring the bell. My body stiffened. Bella Romano was walking up to my doorstep. She had on one of those enormous fur coats rich women wore in the movies. I didn't know people actually bought those ugly, massive messes of fur in real life. Her car was something to behold. The cherry red color shone brightly in the sun. It was fast as hell too.

Bella removed her sunglasses to make eye contact with me. She smiled the kind of twisted smile that makes you want to shower. "Took me a while to track you down. You hiding from me?" Bella grinned. She pushed right past me to enter my house. That huge coat looked like it was wearing her. Only her head, thin legs and tiny hands poked out from it.

"Not really. You sick your goons on me?" I asked as I scanned my front yard for more people. Bella laughed.

"No, it's just me. I've been keeping a low profile ever since you busted some of my men. Even got one of my captains though that goomba always talked too much," Bella replied. She inspected the room as if she were on a tour. Here and there she would pick things up to read or admire them. It was almost like she owned the place.

"That giant coat in the middle of May and that fancy Italian sports car is what keeping a low profile means to you?" I tested. My feet subconsciously carried me over to the cabinet where I kept my firearm. There was no subtle way of getting it out, at least not with her watching me.

"Oh you know what I mean. Low profile action-wise. I haven't been up to much besides managing my day to day businesses," Bella explained. She picked up an urn and admired it. "I'm sorry, friend of yours?"

"My dog," I answered honestly for some reason. "Are you done? I don't remember inviting you," I stated coldly.

Bella frowned. She put the urn down next to the picture of my childhood pet. "I'm sorry to hear that," she apologized while avoiding what I said. She walked so slowly around the house without a care in the world. It was clear she wanted to make it obvious how unintimidated she was by me. She was never quite comfortable enough to completely turn her back to me.

I opened the cabinet and got out a glass. The gun was still concealed in the back of the cabinet. "Oh you don't have to worry about me, I'm not going to hurt you," Bella claimed out of the blue. She finally turned her back to me. I pulled out the gun. It was unloaded. I always kept it loaded.

"You were in here before," I accused. Bella turned around. She spotted the gun in my hand and smiled.

"I've never been here before. Perhaps someone else has. Had to be sure it was truly you before I made my way up here, you know?" Bella spoke so casually. She seemed to delight that her presence demanded the drastic action of arming myself. I hid the useless gun. When I turned back I was surprised to see her sitting at the island counter as if waiting to be offered a drink. Her thin legs were crossed in a way that showed off her black high heels. She let down her long, dirty blonde hair as if relaxing in her own home.

"So? Why have you graced me with your presence?" I scoffed. Bella frowned again.

"You're in such a rush. It took some time finding this place. I want to take it easy and do this right. If this doesn't work out I've done too much work for nothing and you know what that's like," Bella teased. I didn't indulge her with an answer. That seemed to satisfy her anyway. "This is a big step down from your last place. I mean you're so far away from everything. It's so small and old too. I guess your new job isn't paying as much as the feds did. What are you doing now? Security? Body guard?" Bella interrogated.

"How do you know about that?" I blurted out. With her money and connections it was a stupid question.

A chilling smile spread across her face. She uncrossed her legs. "I know more than you think. I only pretend to be a dumb bitch, Ben. That's your real name, right? Benjamin Russo?" Bella tested. I rolled my eyes. She knew where I lived, where I worked, and had someone prepare my house for her arrival, of course she knew my real name. She smiled confidently.

"I'm done playing games with you Strega. The feds know I moved here. If you don't leave now I'm calling them. You think I don't have any connections left there?" I threatened. Bella seemed unimpressed.

"Call them. They believed me over you last time. You don't want to play that game again," Bella warned as she got out of her seat.

"What do you want?" I spat. The same evil smile crept back onto her face.

"I want you to fuck me," Bella cooed. She slinked toward me sexily.

"What?" I blurted out in disbelief. There was something else at play. This was another one of her distraction tactics.

"That's it, honestly. I told you I'm not gonna hurt you." Bella gave me big puppy dog eyes. I backed away from her.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'll tell you the truth," Bella sighed. "The last time we saw each other you made me cum. Nobody has ever made me climax like that before. In fact, I don't remember a man even being able to make me orgasm at all. You fucked me with such rage, with a fierce, passionate hatred. It was unlike anything I thought was possible. I've been thinking about it ever since. You might think it's crazy but good dick like that is hard to find," Bella smiled seductively. I couldn't back away any further. My back was against the corner cabinets in the kitchen. She continued to slink toward me. Her high heels clacked loudly with each step. She placed a gentle hand against the bulge in my pants. She licked her lips with delight.

"That's why you're here? You went through all this trouble just to fuck me again? Why don't I believe you?" My voice trembled a bit. She had one hand on my chest, feeling up my body while the other was firmly on my crotch, playing with my junk through my pants.

Bella caressed my face tenderly. The look in her eyes. It was as if we truly were lovers. "Well," Bella paused. "There is something else." There was a slight hint of nervousness in her voice that was uncharacteristic for her. Instead of explaining what she meant she reached up to the lapel of her giant, fluffy coat. In an instant she slipped the coat over her shoulders, causing it to collapse in a pile at her feet. She wasn't wearing much underneath. A leopard print crop top hugged her ample bust in a way that really showed off her cleavage. Tiny short shorts did what they could to cover her ass though they didn't leave much to the imagination. What was surprising was the swollen pregnant belly in the middle. She didn't like my reaction or lack of a reaction. I stood there utterly frozen.

"You didn't think I was going to let you get away with this huh?" Bella prodded. She rubbed her belly up and down the sides as if to emphasize its size. Her belly was always so tight. Now that she was pregnant it was still incredibly tight, only it was round and tight.

"That's mine?" I choked out. It was too much for me to take in. Had I really knocked up the biggest mob boss in the country? She was the most bloodthirsty boss to ever take over and she was having my baby. The room spun. She had to be lying.

"You're the one who fucking came in me, of course it's yours. I expect you to take responsibility for this shit," Bella spat while pointing a long black painted fingernail at her belly.

The dates did add up perfectly. She looked about five months pregnant. I couldn't trust her though. There was no end to what someone like her was capable of. I couldn't even look her in the face. My eyes were locked on that bulging belly of hers. That stupid ugly coat was hiding it all that time.

A snapping sound got my attention. Bella snapped her fingers and pointed to her big, gold, hoop earrings. "Hello? You gonna fucking make this right or what?" Bella snapped.

My mind ran in circles. Nothing felt real. "I don't understand. Why would you keep the baby of a federal agent?" Bella looked offended.

"I'm not the type to do that shit. Besides, I wasn't gonna get rid of the baby of a man who fucks like that. I figured it would be great leverage to win you over," Bella smirked. Her hand circled her belly. I couldn't help but notice that she had lowered her shorts a bit.

"Win me over for what? What do you want?" I repeated.

The smile on Bella's face faded. She looked pissed. "Holy shit, are you a fucking stunad? I told you what I want. I'm pregnant with your damn baby! I want you, you gavone! You think I'm just some slut you can knock up and forget? Do I look like a pregnant whore to you?" Bella shouted. She was wearing the wrong outfit for that question. I didn't dare answer honestly. She was seconds from tearing me apart.

"Maybe if you get a prenatal paternity test-"

Bella cut me off. "You asshole! Paternity test? You really think I'm a whore, don't you? Do you have any idea how fucking horny I was after you left? I was beyond pissed that you turned out to be with the feds but I couldn't help but crave that crazy fucking you gave me. Then before I knew it my belly started swelling up with your baby. Stupid me, I thought I was throwing up because I was distraught over your betrayal. Do you know how insane you've made me. Have any idea what it's like to have your own belly be a constant reminder of the best fucking you've ever had in your life? Now do you understand?"