Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

“Who are you to say that after what you have done?” He leaned on his left leg to support himself – standing albeit weakly, trying to size up to my height. “You…are no…daughter…”, he paused to swallow. I could see the blood-stained burn on his neck as his Adam’s apple moved. “Of his…majesty in Kósmima.”

"Then Kaiser told me how you have sold me to him. How you don't want a whore like me as your queen. How I am not worthy to be Mafia queen and only good enough to be a Mafia whore. Igor wanted to kill me but Kaiser said why should he waste a perfectly good whore... he... he did what he said. I faced the hell there... not only me... he didn't leave Nina as well. Poor girl again faced the same hell. Three months... I had left all hopes until some one helped me and Nina and I escaped. "LUCA. GET THE JETS READY! WE WILL WIPE WHOLE RUSSIAN MAFIA TODAY." Romano growled and the whole mansion was shaking. He was looking like he will destroy each and every one today. Luca was about to make the calls a

Ezra Romano Ezra Romano is the most vicious man known, every Alpha pack knows him and his crucial way of dealing with his enemies, that's why most people want to be on his good side, even with his vicious attitude, he stands on loyalty, honor, and respect, girls throw their selves on him, married women ogling their eyes on him, but he doesn't give them his time or attention. He is the Alpha of the “moonlight pack”, the biggest pack in all, which consists of thousands of people staying there. Ezra Romano is a multi-billionaire, he built himself from scratch, and although he is a werewolf he still associates himself with humans. His empire is the biggest organization in America, people from di

Roma told her without sugar coating anything before leaving the room. She started crying historically throwing herself on the bed while cursing her fate. On the other hand, Samar drank three bottles of whiskey to calm down his anger but when nothing worked, he called Roma to his room and fucked her mercilessly raw and rough imagining her as Anishta until his anger subsided. Roma went away after doing her work. She was his mistress. She had chosen this life with her free will, she wanted luxury and money, so when Samar offered her to become his mistress, she accepted it, but it didn’t mean that she was bad.

Luca introduced and I smiled. "Lovely to meet you," I said humbly. "Tesoro, this is Nikolai Makarovich, Don of the Russian Bratva and a very good friend," Luca announced and the man in question nodded. "You have an issue, you can come to me," he said and I nodded. "Actually... we are looking for the newest Dons here," Luca said, going straight to business. "Ah," Nikolai voiced. "That would be the... Rooks, the Aces and the Ravens correct?"

Russo snarled low in his voice. Garrett smiled at him as he looked into his stormy blue eyes. "There's no doubt about it. But you need to control your anger, son. You can't keep doing this to yourself all the time." Garrett said, pointing at his bandage. Russo dipped his chin, flattening his lips slightly. He jerked his chin at sleeping Evara. "Is she going to be my wife?" He paused. "Momma and Aunt told me once." he added immediately.

His hand gripped the bedpost hard enough that his knuckles whitened. Aria frowned, eyeing him warily. “You’re shaking.” He ignored her. The drug was burning through his veins now, stronger than before. Every muscle in his body was rigid with tension. His gaze drifted toward her again, his intent dark, intentions lucid. “That scent.” Roman cursed quietly under his breath. “You need to go,” he said. Aria began moving towards the door. But the moment she passed him, something snapped. His control splitting like brittle glass Roman inhaled again, grasping for the now familiar and warming scent, and before he could stop himself, His hand shot out and caught her wrist.

Roman was indeed a crazy bastard—rumored to have purposely run over his brother with a truck on one occasion and also to have murdered his wife, mounting her head on a stick for burning his dinner. Roman ran sex trafficking rings in Eastern Europe, over and above his campaign of violence against innocents in East Africa. He was responsible for setting hospitals alight, blowing up food markets, targeting hotels and destabilizing regions for profit. Roman was now second in charge—that didn’t sit well with Max.

Roman says casually. “You tried with Hakim and Rustom, but they’re small fry.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Who do you suggest?” Roman tilts his head to the side. “I’ve heard whispers. The Russo pride themselves on their diplomacy, but we all know it’s horseshit. They’re good at making everyone feel equal, but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. My patience is already thin to start with, so my brother’s rambling is worsening my mood. “Your point?” I snap.