Alisov Brothers Novels & Stories

LUCAS POV. Some things were best left secret. But some were a disaster when it unfolded. The Vladimirs and the Riccis were no longer rival factions but had become business partners, according to the public and our men. But little did they know, Isabella was also an heir to Vladimir Bratva—one of the secrets I’d have to carry to my grave. Diego and his brothers knew of it. Mancini and I knew of it. But we told no one else, knowing how dreadful it would be, especially to my wife.

Anesthesia greeted Olivia softly. Anesthesia is curious by nature, but she is not bad by any means. Her husband is not Alessandro's real uncle. Miroslav is one of the bastard sons of Alesso's grandfather. After Ivan took over the Russian outfit, he accepted Miroslav as his brother and hid the fact that he is a bastard son. Respecting his father's wishes, Alessandro continued to treat Miroslav and his family as his own. But after what Victor did, Alessandro became cold towards everyone. He was not so talkative before, but stopped talking altogether after that incident.

I’ll never have that. I lower my eyes to the floor and try to push the harrowing memories away before they can consume me. Maryo isn’t here to calm my ass down, and I can’t lose my shit in my boss’ home. We exit the mansion and walk toward the biggest house on the estate. The dark cloud over my head lifts a little as I realize I’m about to meet Demitri Petrovsky and Alexei Koslov – the Fathers of Bratva. The pair made the best assassin and custodian for decades, and no one has beaten their records.

Nicky leaned over and hugged Nikoli. Nikoli held his son in his arms for a long moment. It was Raven who broke the silence now, “So who are these men?” “They are my brothers,” Yuri replied. “Well not my genetic brothers as we never shared the same family but they are my brothers all the same.”

"Then we have to fight back. We have to show them they are wrong." "We will," Mikhail said. "But first, we need to find your brother and bring him back quickly before he gets killed." "Not my brother again." I repeated. "Why would we help him? He took Irina, he hurt her." "Because he is still a Volkov," Mikhail said firmly. "Because together, you and Alexei are stronger than apart. The Rossi family knows this, that is why they want you divided." I hated the idea of working with Alexei, the man who had hurt Irina, but Mikhail was right.

Rachel scoffed. Yes, Ivan and Sokolov are one of the biggest companies in the world. Ivan is a British company where Sokolov is a Russian company. The son of the ceo of Ivan is known to be a playboy and has a very bad reputation. While on the other hand no one ever seen the face of the current CEO of Sokolov. No one knows much about him. He rarely shows his face in public. So everyone thinks that he must be some old man. “So do you want Rachel to get married?” My brother says again.

The car swerves slightly before I correct it. Sophia. I've seen her before—at one of my tournament games where Timothy played. She'd stood in the stands, beautiful and polished, marking her territory. Everyone now knows they were married. It had been all over pack gossip. And one of her brothers had even texted me once, some veiled threat I'd ignored. "Her brothers are Kane, Drake, and Ryder," Isla continues. "The text says they're coming too." The Wintermoon brothers. I've heard of them. Everyone has. They're known for their brutality, their violence, their complete lack of mercy.

To say the least, we would be having less casualties over whatever shit that they caused. “No,” I said, nodding as they got up from their seats as the men in the arena collapsed. Yaroslav, the older brother, was the first to enter the arena while his brother, Yakov, stood by the ring, waiting for what his eldest would say and do. The same tradition and the same ways.

He turned first to Hope and then to me, before closing the door behind him and standing there with his hands dangling loosely at his sides. “I’m Dmitri Volkov,” he said. His English was exact, accented, every word carefully chosen. "You know who I am." "I know who you are," I said. “Your husband killed my brother,” he said. "Seven years ago. A territorial dispute that Vivienne Morano manufactured solely to take my family off of a shipping route she wanted for herself. It was my brother who attended the meeting. It was Caelum who made sure he didn’t return.” He said all this without any particular emotion, as if someone was reciting a thing they had repeated many times in private and handled

"Ryder and his twin brothers helped me through that hell." A known look on Andrius passed and he led his hand out for him to take which Ryder gladly took. "Andrius, her brother." "Ryder, Elena's brother." He replied, pressing on his words. A wave of warm shock flooded within me and I kept my face neutral as possible. Why was even bothering? But, somewhere deep it felt good...good to regarded as someone's family. Andrius nodded. "Nice to meet you. It may be late but let me convey it once again--a big thanks on behalf of helping my sister."