Alisov Brothers Novels & Stories

Aldo Eva and Stasia Morozov. Sisters. Identical twins to be exact. Apparently, they lived on the complete other side of the country where they helped run the Russian division on the West Coast. I’d never heard of them. The name Morozov didn’t ring any sort of bells in my mind. Although the Marcellos didn’t make it a habit to stray beyond its home borders. Irena’s smile was meant to reassure me that they would be able to help Layla.

“Where do you want us, malyshka?” He asks her and we all just stare. “You know where I need you and your men. Ryder let me introduce to you my husband Ivar ‘The Bear’ Petrov. He is the head of the Bratva.” Alessa says, and he turns his head to me and I nod my head at him and he nods back. “Ok, well, it looks like we have enough manpower to get them.” I say as Angel moves towards me.

"How Corvin lied to him, how he built a whole eleven years around that lie. Are you telling me you and Calix did the same thing, separately, without ever once comparing notes?" "We never talked about it. Not once, in three years." I shook my head slowly, still disbelieving it myself even now. "Three brothers, carrying the same weight, each of us assuming we were the only one foolish enough to feel it, too ashamed to ever ask the others if they felt it too."

Immediately, his mean features softened the moment he saw her and even after he pulled her into an embrace, and kissed her, he had one of the sweetest smiles I had ever seen. When Les saw that the blond man was not a threat, he stepped aside but held my hand and kept me close. After Meera hugged the other guy, the three of them approached us, with Meeras's hand entwined with Roscoe's. Meera introduced Roscoe as her boyfriend and the other young man as Duncan, Roscoe's younger brother. Both of them were the Ostrovsky Brothers, from one of the most powerful and elite Russian families in the United States. We exchanged pleasantries and Roscoe thanked us for saving ‘his girl’. After a while of e

Once again, his wife ignored him. He exhaled in frustration. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at the message box, hoping that his brother had written to him, but he hadn't. Brahim was another who was also acting evasive with him. The deal with Voslov didn't quite convince him. The Russian had barely waited for dawn when he had already deployed his men in Tonali territory, clearing out the Italians' entourage and claiming a small but valuable part of Italy as his own. Ciro wasn't worried about this. He felt safe, Voslov wasn't going to run over him. He was more worried about his wife, since she was completely out of his control.

I took a message from Alyosha out of my pocket and reread the name written under Ibragimov's contacts. Vladislav Kokhan. Half-breed according to Rose. Brother's empire claimant. Did Boris know about its existence? If he did, why didn't he kill him? Why left alive? Where has he been hiding all along? How did you find out about your brother's death?

Bain, Petrov, Sokolov, and Vulture—sworn as the Sworn Brothers—moved like a shadow across continents, relentless and unforgiving. Their intelligence teams had cracked the codes, decrypted encrypted messages, and uncovered the tangled web of Valeria’s empire. Every building, every warehouse, every secret lab—nothing was safe.

"We have found out the spy that divulged our plan. We have a theory that Ivanov is involved!" Ivanov! Russian mafia, Yvan Ivanov, was their ruthless leader. We have the same age and same greedy blood thirst running through our veins. Aside from AO Gang, Yvan Ivanov was my mortal enemy for years. We were once blood brothers, but he betrayed me and the gang. I was supposed to punish him death, but I gave him exile instead. That's the biggest mistake I had ever done in my life.

Dads been asking the elders about what is happening but nobody seems to understand as this hasn’t happened before. Apparently wolves have been known to find their second chance mates while they’re still with their first destined mate but they’ve never known it to be between brothers. They’re not even sure if that should be possible. Nowhere in any of the history books written of our kind is there even one mention of this.

“You have some catching up to do if you’re going to work with us.” “Great. Catch me up.” Celeste went on to tell me about the bratvas in California. Apparently up until recently, there were two. Ivan Kozlov was the head of one. He was assassinated Tuesday night. The Russians at the club were there to ask el Patrόn for clemency. He wasn’t at the club, but his brother, Reinaldo, was in town for a big meeting. The men were taken downstairs. Rei showed up to question them.