Mafia Rusia Terkenal Novels & Stories

I was more interested in our position and wealth acquired. "We have had reports that the Russian mafia is doing extremely well. Well enough to threaten our position and to take over our territory." Sabre spoke as he waved his hands about. Everyone stilled as they watched him. I also stared at the overgrown ape and the hideous tattoos that covered his neck. "There have been rumours of a rat in our mafia Boss." Sabre said as he glanced at me. Why the fuck is he looking at me.

Its against the Mafia rules if we invite business rivals at our home but I need to fix trap for the rat named Victor. Alec Petrov,the Russian mafia had been a pain in the ass for us since a long time and my father wants me to seal the deal for the supply of exclusive guns,which are for military purpose only,we sell it to our ultra rich customers across the glob,it's illegal and quite risky. But that's what mafias do!

“Russians don’t request meetings. They summon you like a dog. I wonder why Sokolov ‘seeks an audience with me?” The words hung heavy in the air. Olivia stiffened in her chair, the fork trembling between her slack fingers. She had read enough, stories, histories, whispered myths in books her mother never wanted her to touch, to know what the Russian Bratva meant. They were just like Nero’s organisation. They were mafia. Often more merciless than the Italian outfit. Elena had told her so. They were not business partners; they were storms that swallowed cities. Terrible storms waiting to break out. She swallowed, voice fragile but audible. “Is it… safe?”

Around him were four other men,all smiling, all filthy, their faces hard and cruel as if the devil himself was taking the picture. But not Richard. Richard did not smile. He just starred soullessly into the camera. "That," Eleanor said, "is not your professor. That man's name is Viktor Petrovich, the Butcher of Bratva." Pamela blinked. "What's... Bratva." "The Russian Mafia. But not the kind you see in movies. The real ones. Blood-boind, sadistic, cult-like in loyalty. And Viktor?" She smirked bitterly. "He was the Bratva's most efficient killing machine."

I almost felt sorry for her but It made me feel happier, happier because I knew I could break this woman if I wanted to. “Well let me remind you who I am, Otiana Egorov” she smiled showing off the fake diamonds on her teeth. Egorov. Just great, she’s from the Russian Mafia family. If I kill her they will come after the Italian family not that I care because we are way stronger than there are. The De Luca family made peace with the Russian family some years ago but actually, we’ve been enemies for centuries always at war. The Russians would have always lost, but every time they kept coming back for more. It made me curious as to why the De Luca family finally decided to bring peace. As for my

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

She made eyes at Tyrone who gave a merry snort of laughter. “Do you know who Edik Volkov is? Sacha Volkov? Lenin Volkov?” The man paled visibly, “yeah, I mean everyone does. Russian mafia. I knew a guy who borrowed money from them and he was found splattered against the walls of his apartment.” She sniggered at the comment. It was something her uncle would have done. Never proven of course. Just rumours in the underworld and she knew better to ask if it was true but she suspected it was. He liked to play with exploding bullets.

Their journey in Argentina would have already ended, and arriving in Bolivia was not an easy task, especially because they were wanted as fugitives from justice, their photos were everywhere, plus someone gave information to the media and the police that Maria De La Cruz, was the head of a drug gang and responsible for cancerous meat in the country, It was a media chaos, that made that Mexican, not only had to walk under the dark shadows, but also could not find peace of mind, but luckily as she always says, with money everything can be fixed, moreover, there were many criminals who wanted to work with them, they were a kind of legend. And all because of the incredible show she put on in Ros

I asked. “There is only one mafia group whose members can’t be checked: the K2, a ruthless Russian mafia who are very skilled with cyber warfare. They are known to have the most advanced technology. No one knows their base. They have members all over the world and meet when necessary. They often communicate through the internet, a secure channel that can’t be hacked, and when one of their members is caught, they die on the spot, a mysterious death.” “I have no business with the Russian mafia. We’ve respected each other’s boundaries for ages. Why are they suddenly doing this?”

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.