Mafia Rusia Terkenal Novels & Stories

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

A 360 from what we just shared. "Well, I don't know him but the man standing beside him is Ioann Zolotov, the head of the Bratva, the Russian Mafia. If I had to guess who the guy beside him is, I'd say its one of his subordinates. I have never seen or interacted with him before, though...." My blood chilled at the silent introduction that reminded me of exactly what kind of world I lived in. The Russian Mafia was lethal, known to be among the most dangerous. In some ways, they were more ruthless than my own family and that in itself was saying something considering the unspeakable sins Papa has committed.

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

Maybe I had. The Rivera crime family, is the family that dominates organized crime in the parts of America that are unoccupied by The Russian Mob and the whole of Italy. The family has been nicknamed the 'Rolls Royce' of organized crime. It is rivaled by size and skill only by the Russian Mob. They have generally maintained a close knit relationship with smaller crime organizations outside of America and Italy, including The Irish Mob, The Spanish Outfit and the Gerallo Crime Family. The Russian Mob is considered their most important foe, but efforts are being made by the former to make them an ally.

I stayed perfectly still, listening for any sound, any voice, anything that could tell me where I was. I heard murmurs, laughter, and then People's footsteps. I waited for someone to open the back doors. I waited... And waited far too long. Finally, the doors swung open. The Russian man stood there beside the famiglia soldier. Behind them was Luca... standing next to a man I didn't know. Yet somehow... He looked familiar. He was mafia. There was no question about that. There was something in the way he held himself, the way he stood, the way he looked at me... as though he belonged at the very top of the world and I was nothing more than dirt beneath his shoes.

the man said, his tone measured, deliberate. Lance’s eyes widened. Marcus Zorin. The name alone carried weight. Whispered in hushed tones across Europe, in bars, on dark streets, in corporate offices where no one dared ask questions. One of the most dangerous mafia lords in Russia. He knew of him, of course, who hadn’t but he never imagined standing in the same room. And now he realized that this man was Ragnar’s father. The stories he’d heard, the mass murders, the biggest drug deals ever executed, the whispered rumor that they even attacked a presidential plane carrying corrupt politicians, were real.

He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor. He was well known for his brutality and people feared him all over. Men feared his size and women flocked around him. Mikhail Mazza. His name alone brought fear!! Completed on Goodnovel now! Go read.

We’d killed more than ten men in just one week, and even after torturing them, no one gave out the name I was looking for. The mastermind behind all this mess. “It must be someone from the Russian mafia,” Lorenzo sighed, exhaustion evident in his voice. “They’re the only ones capable of bribing Roberto over to their side. They have the money and the resources to get him over to their side.” Lorenzo was right. The Italian mafia was the most powerful organization in the world of crime. The only other group that came close were the Russian Bratva, our rivals for years now. Slipping a white handkerchief from my pocket, I wiped my bloodied hands, but it was of no use. I was only smearing the thic

I copy the text and head to my translation app where I converted the words to English. My eyes quickly roam across the screen as I read. The reports from the website reads that Dima Kozlov is the top oligarch in Russia who owns a factory that produces weapons and some other shady things. He runs the street of Russia and is the main ruler of the underworld. Holy Moly. I’m all but a nervous wreck at the information I just read. That means…he's a mafia if I am to qualify it with an English word. From the books I’ve read, the Russian Mafioso are referred to as Bratva.

In the shadows of Moscow's underworld, a name struck fear into the hearts of many: Daniil Morozov, the merciless leader of the Russian mafia's most notorious gang, the "Morozov Bratva." His reputation for ruthlessness and cunning had earned him the nickname "The Butcher." Daniil's empire was built on blood, sweat, and tears. His lucrative brothel, "The Red Diamond," was a hub for human trafficking, catering to the darkest desires of Moscow's elite.