Summary- This is set in the 20th century New Jersey.) Where the Italian Mafia was popular Rachel's family is a part of the Mafia. So when her father dies, she's next in line to take care of the job. It's also her job to have a son or daughter to take care of the business after she dies. Noah Puckerman is one of the city's important police officers. His next case is to get rid of the 2nd biggest Mafia crowd in the city. He thinks the job will be easy because a woman is running it. Then the impossible happens. He falls in love with the Mafia princess. Will he run away from his life of enforcing laws to go do the opposite with her, or will it be vice versa?

Explanation- I know Rachel is not Italian in the show, but I couldn't find any prominent Jewish gangs, so I just decided to make her apart of the Mafia. Most of the Glee characters will be in it on either side. Like some will be apart of the Mafia, and others might be good guys, or some will be in the middle. But they will end up somewhere. Not everything in this story will make sense so please, bear with me!

~On with the story!~

Puck's POV

I was on my way to the station on Monday morning. I opened the door to see my secretary Quinn Fabray working on something at her desk.

"Morning Ms. Fabray." I said indifferently.

"Puckerman." she said in the same voice.

"Puck!" I heard someone call. I turned around to see Mike Chang. He is a newer officer that was initiated about 1 year ago.

"Hey Mike. How's Tina and the baby?" I asked.

"Little Tyler's good. But, Chief Schuester wants to see you. Sounds really important." Mike said urgently.

"Okay. I'm on it Chang!" I was already walking towards Shue's office.

"Chief, you wanted to see me?" I asked the curly-haired man.

"Yes, there's a new case I want to suggest to you." He told me.

"I'm listening." I purposely said in a monotone voice. He couldn't know I cared so much. I was kind of known as the bad cop around here.

"You know the Mafia gang that Rachel Berry is in charge of?" he asked me.

I snorted. "Of course I know. Don't you remember?" I asked him. He blanched noticeably. Last year Artie Abrams had been put in a wheel chair because of that bitch of a woman. Artie had been sent on the case to try to capture Rachel Berry alive. She was wanted for questioning. One of her men had put 5 rounds in Artie's legs. Somehow Artie was dropped off at the hospital, and someone had called Artie's wife Brittany and told her he was at the hospital. It was still a mystery, but whoever did had saved his life. Artie had been my partner, until we decided we were both better off solo. But the man was still like a brother to me.

"I want you to get her to me. Alive. But first I need to find out where her big store house of Drugs and Alcohol is. I'm not sure whether or not she'll be killed. Probably not. She hasn't done a lot, but she has a lot of potential. She could be bad. We need to stop her NOW! Do you accept this mission?" He asked me.

"Of course." I answered without hesitation.

"However you want to approach it go ahead. But Emma needs me back home. Good luck Puckerman, you'll need it." The chief called as he walked out of the door.

"Quinn." I called.

"Yes?" She looked up at to where I stood in front of her desk.

"Get me as much research on Rachel Berry as you can."

Rachel's POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. What else is new. I looked at the boy sleeping next to me. I was thinking about what gang he was from.

"Trying to remember my name?" The boy asked resignedly. I nodded sheepishly.

"Well since you screamed it a 1000 times last night, I'm surprised you didn't remember it. Finn Hudson." he reminded me sweetly. I liked him, but he wasn't the brightest. He was just a muscle.

"I'm in the Irish Mob." I could have done worse.

"Do you remember my name?" I asked teasingly.

"Rachel Berry." He said focusing slightly.

"You do remember." I said kissing his lips before standing up and getting dressed.

"So, what exactly did I need you for Finn?" I asked the tall boy.

"You needed more heroine, and I needed more Moonshine. But you said Moonshine was a bit to much to trade for heroine so you said sex was a fair trade, and I was more than happy to oblige." He whispered seductively.

"Well Mr. Hudson, I have business to attend to Downtown. So, it was a pleasure, but I must say goodbye." I said before exiting.

I was walking down to the little drug house where I kept most of my cocaine. The Crips wanted help. They had a rivalry with the Bloods. We were in for some Negotiating. The boss would be there too. Or my uncle. But it's not like I call him that or anything. That would be unprofessional.

I finally arrived. I was just on time for once. I was usually late, so this was a pleasant surprise.

"Good morning Gentleman." I said the semi-assembled men around a square table. I took a seat next to Sam Evans. I knew him like I knew Finn. A One night stand. But Sam and I are like best friends. I heard a door open and then close. I turned around and saw Santana Lopez. I glared.

"Satan-a." I said angrily. 6 months ago when my father died she had tried to take my position from me. The boss had to step in and decide. He chose me and Satan had let in a fit. Last I heard she was hanging with a bunch of Bloods. I don't know what she was doing here.

"Well if it isn't the HBIC herself, deciding to grace us with her presence." Santana huffed out angrily.

"Don't push me." I said furious.

"Why, afraid I'll push you like your mother did." I couldn't take it anymore. I went up and pushed her into the wall and held the pistol I always kept with me and put it up to her throat.

"Don't even mention my dead mother. It was your kind that killed her. So do me a favor and leave. NOW!" I pushed her through the window.

I turned to the men. "I'm sorry guys, I'll get a recap from Sammie over there later, but I need a drink." I muttered, and slouched my way out the door.

I Drove to a run down bar, where I was a regular. There were never any cops here so it was easy to hide in. When I got in I saw my favorite bartender Matt.

"Hey Matt." I said politely.

"Hey Berry, how'd the negotiations go?" he asked me.

"Satan-a Lopez showed up. I put my pistol up to her throat and told her to leave."

"Is it true she's hanging with the Bloods now?" Matt asked me concerned. My mother had been killed by a gang of Bloods. My adopted little sister, Beth, was now 13 and I was partially taking care of her. I sent her to school, she had a pretty good life. Except for the part when I sometimes sent her to do some of my dirty work. Like going under cover. Shelby (my mom) never let her do it, but I was a little bit more irresponsible, so she did have a partial job.

"Yeah, the rumors are true." I murmured roughly.

"You probably almost broke your vow of not shooting anyone." Ever since I was 18 o decided I wouldn't shoot anyone unless I really needed to.

"I was angry." I shrugged.

I heard a snort behind me. "I can name at least one person you've shot and abandoned." came a smirking voice.

"Yeah, who?" I asked turning to a handsome young man. He had a strip of dark hair and gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Arthur Abrams... Now he's in a wheel chair." the man said sadly.

I felt my blood begin to boil. I was always blamed for that. I remember him begging me not to shoot him. He had a little daughter at home. I told him I wouldn't. Then Santana looked down at me in disgust. She picked up her pistol and started shooting at his legs. I don't know why she didn't aim higher, but she didn't. She still hit many major arteries so he would have died.

"I didn't shoot Artie Abrams. I'm the one who took him to the hospital, and called his poor wife. Santana Lopez was the one who tried to kill him. I was the one who held on to him and cried." I shouted. I didn't even realize the tears brimming at my eyes. I hated it when people accused me of being such a bitch. Because if I hadn't been born into the Mafia, I would be a good girl.

"What do you mean?" the man asked

"You heard me!" I said.

"You didn't hurt Artie?" he said still very confused.

"No!"

"I'm Officer Noah Puckerman."

PUCK'S POV

"Are you here to arrest me?" the gorgeous brunette asked me tiredly.

"No, I want to talk to you." I lied. I never listened to anyone who told me she was beautiful.

"Okay, as long as I don't to the police station." she shrugged.

"I know a coffee shop we can talk." He said gesturing for her to go with him. She nodded at her bartender friend.

We got into my police cruiser and sat in an uncomfortable silence. Finally we got to the small coffee house. I led her inside, and soon enough we both sat down with cups of coffee.

"So tell me how you got in the Mafia?" I asked her, genuinely curious.

"I was born into it. When I was little, I always wondered what it would have been like to be a normal girl, but I never lived out that dreamed."

"Why not?" I asked confused.

"By the time I was old enough to run away from it all I didn't know any other way to live. So I stuck with it."

"That's terrible, why didn;t you go to a friend?"

"Because all of my friends were in the Mafia."

"It's not to later I can take you with me and we can get you out of this whole mess!" I didn't know why. But I wanted to protect this petite brunette.

"It's not that simple Noah. I don't know any other way to live! It's not like I can just go up to the boss and say I want out. He'd put a gun to my head and say 'You sure you want out kid?' if I nodded. He'd kill me Noah. I told you I'm in to deep." she sobbed.