Romance Books With Russian Mafia Novels & Stories

He glanced at the table where all my blackmail devices lay exposed, before turning his cold gaze back to me. “You think you can use all this… all this bullshit on me? You think your fucked ass can get you the Dunes entity?” He turned slightly, his eyes flicking briefly toward the guards by the couch. “Light my cigar, Roman.” The taller one moved at once, offering a lit cigar. Blake took it without a word, bringing it to his lips and drawing in a slow, controlled drag, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lucien, talking about wasting her… mmmm… her pussy smells good, and… it tastes good too… I think there's something about her worth keeping for now.”

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Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.

It promised more answers if Elena wanted the truth. Elena showed it to Damien. He said it could be a trap meant to pull them back into violence. Elena agreed, but she could not ignore the chance that something about her father’s death was still hidden. After days of talking, she admitted she needed to know, even if it threatened the peace they had built. Marco traced the letter. Within a week, he confirmed the postmark was from Moscow. The photo appeared real. Elena felt sick. Moscow meant Russian ties. The only Russian group they had dealt with was the Bratva, which they believed was gone.

Lucien stands at the window, looking at the city as if he owns it. I drop the physical pages on the desk, “Athens and Istanbul done.” He turns and takes graceful steps to his desk and grabs it. He scans. A single nod. “Tomorrow. Russia and Ukraine sections. Every route, every name.” Would it kill him to say thank you? He just turns back to the view, dismissing my presence like a tossed piece of furniture at a yard sale. I leave his, my stomach churning. I am giving him real intel piece by piece against my own blood.

Elana closed the door softly, crossed to the desk, and rifled through the papers. The letters were all in Camilla’s handwriting—pleas for mercy, threats of exposure, coded references to shipments and “family blood.” One note, folded neatly, caught her eye: “Our alliance depends on the Romani trust. Once she proves loyalty, Marconi will stand down.” Elana’s heart hammered. Romani trust—her father’s code name. This was proof. She snapped photos with her phone, hands trembling. She had the evidence she needed. ⸻ That evening, Luca returned late—his suit rumpled, eyes shadowed by exhaustion. Elana met him in the drawing room, her pulse thrumming.

I just prayed Viv wasn’t on my bed by the time I got back so I could wallow in my misery alone and re-strategize. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know what to expect of Mafia wedding, a few guns and grenades and possibly blood was up on the list but nothing prepared me for the beauty i walked into, it felt like I’d been transported to another realm. The men in their expensive tuxedos and the women looking like they all stepped out of a model magazine. Hair lush, skin smooth and dewy, make up well set and dresses surprisingly modest. We were a sharp contrast to them in our skimpy black dress with garter belts hanging out, panty hose and pointy stilettos to match.

"Why is the entire house disorganized?" "Santo killed Alceo and we found out that just before Santo shot him, Alceo is a Russian. His real name is Alceo Romanov. The son of the Russian mafia leader, Isiak Romanov." For a moment, it sounded like he was saying gibberish. I refused to come to terms with what he was saying. There was no way I couldn't have known, the huge line of enmity between Isiak and Santo was more than just being rivals. It was personal too and unfortunately, I just happened to know the story. I was one of the few people who knew and Santo had me swear, never to reveal it to Marianna.

He moved so elegantly that Kara was mesmerized. Then, the signet ring on his right pinky finger caught her attention and her heart started thudding fast. She bit her lip as she recalled old stories circulating in the hotel when she first applied as a barmaid. It alluded to their boss as the head of a MAFIA family with connections in Italy. It was so hush-hush, but the gossip did not die down. Suddenly fear crawled through her skin. Is she doing the right thing? Her instinct told her to run, but it was the exact time Nico Bernardi pinned her with his brooding gaze. Any thought of fleeing flew out of the window when their eyes met and held.

The faint throb of the rage pumping steadily through my veins was all I felt; all I allowed myself to feel. I would have to contact the Ivanovichs soon, one out of six of the families that made up the ruling Moscow mafia. They were worthy allies. The syndicate was divided up into equal halves. The upper tripartite and the second tripartite; I belonged to the upper triad. Belonged to the deadliest. Emily... The name passed through the confines of my mind as an aching whisper. With it came a warmth I immediately stiffened to. I was going to get my revenge, and it wouldn't matter who I took down in order get it.