Misha Pilsudski Novels & Stories

“The name’s Misha Ashford.” And just like that, the room ignited. From the third row, a former ambassador leaned in to her partner, voice trembling. “Holy hell, that’s Misha Ashford?” A general’s widow hissed, “The Misha Ashford?” A former senator muttered to no one in particular, wide-eyed behind her jeweled veil, “The man who ended the Zaerach War by detonating three rebel strongholds. Alone.” Near the aisle, a trade attaché gave a nervous laugh. “He’s blacklisted from half our territories. We’ve got shoot-on-sight orders for him.”

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

‘Can’t you do anything to stop this? ‘I’m afraid not,’ her mother said sadly. ‘I’m under arrest too for aiding and abetting a known criminal.’ Beatrice looked from one face to another before settling on Thomas. ‘You'd better hang around,’ she muttered to the police officer. ‘Why’s that, Miss?’ the officer asked. Beatrice’s stared coldly at her brother. ‘There may well be another crime committed before the end of the night.’ *** ‘Klaus Hessel wasn’t a Luftwaffe pilot. He was a scientist, and he smuggled me out of Auschwitz in 1942.’ Miller was back in his seat and he’d brought the green bottle for company.

For obvious reasons, the big Mercedes made far better time than did the truck with the rest of their luggage. There in the lobby they found Kelly and Mike Callahan in a discussion with a very large man. Seeing them enter, Kelly popped up and came over to them. Bringing them back, the large man rose to greet them. “Uncle Mischa,” Kelly said, “I would like to introduce Kimberly and Bradley Kramer. They’re playing Mike and me in the film.” To the Kramers she said, “This is Mikhail Solov, President of the Russian Republics. Formerly, he was a field marshal in the Red Army and commanded all Warsaw Pact forces here in the West.” Then with a grin she added, “And he’s also the father of Mike’s aide,

Weeks have passed since a new treaty has been made between the Irish, Russians, and Italian families. I’m still confident in the choice we made and I’m happy that Misha was so accommodating and understanding of my terms. Misha is really jolly and I kind of like him for it. He also throws the guys off, which I personally find funny. Misha is a breath of fresh air compared to the normal stuffy mafia guys. No offense to my kings, but they can be stuffy mafia men when they want to be.

His long silver beard cascaded down his chest. He was Rina’s paternal grandfather, Zaccheaus Mackenzie. He must have heard about my break up with Rina the previous afternoon, hence the hostility that surrounded him. I excused Michael and turned to face him. “I don't understand” “You seem against the idea of catching the witch. Do you have a reason behind it? Maybe you are trying to protect someone” I cocked my head, trying to process his words. “What are you trying to say? Can you go straight to the point?”

“ How can I fight the Russians if I don’t even have respect from the very people I took in and gave a home? There is a mole on the inside and that was how they knew when the shipments would arrive and how. They also knew my wife’s flight and where she would go for the meeting and when. “ Everyone paused to see how that related to them thinking I was weak, including me. “ My sister and wife almost died and I lost millions of dollars last night. Blood will be spilled here today. I’ll start with the very people who wanted my wife gone because I sense it was a plot by the Russians to create a divide within us. “ What he was saying made a lot more sense. I looked at the people at the table wonder

And I wasn't wrong. I turned in my heel, ready to go back, but I stopped in my track and pointed at him. "You may be my nephew, but Russell is more to methane nephew, get that straight. Thanks to your daddy and James' early death, Russell has become the only thing that matters to me. He's like my son, and I will not let you or that pathetic excuse of my brother hurt him. Got it?" I warned him, getting his eyes to water.

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.

curious. So intrigued that she dared scoot closer and take a peek, only to notice the same male from the other night dressed the same way -top hat and all- and with that same frightening appearance painted over his face as from her spot, she could see him from the side, sitting on the stool in such a calm, tranquil manner whilst his long fingers expertly touched the keys of the piano.