Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

" ‎The front doors of the estate opened before they reached the steps. ‎Roman De Luca stood there with hands in his pocket. ‎He wasn’t supposed to be in the country. ‎He wore no jacket, sleeves rolled to the elbow, looking like he’d just come from a fight he enjoyed. ‎His gaze landed on Alessio. ‎. Roman's smiled widened. ‎"Brother," he drawled. "You actually brought him.“ ‎Then his gaze settled on Elias. ‎He leaned sideways against the doorway. ‎"I was starting to think you were hiding my favorite accountant."

The girl shrank back, but her face was plastered ahead. She squinted, trying to read the name on the neon sign above their heads. Dom Krovi. It was a joint she recognized, infamous for taking young girls off the road then tag and ship them to some foreign country or keep them for use, neither was better. Dom Krovi was owned by a Russian mob, and they weren't people to mess with. A man's back appeared, blocking Hannah's petrified face.

I’m lost. One thing I thought of is that something was wrong with me knowing that Roscoe wanted to keep it a secret. Something must be wrong with me. I nodded. Roscoe smiled and he headed back to the training field while I quietly observed his shadow having more colors I don’t know the meaning is. “That same day, Roma was punished by father, banning him and his bloodline from the pack and marking them as traitors. And that night, Father held a celebratory dinner for Roscoe.”

“My name is Mistress Giulia.” “Where am I?” Sasha asked. “Romania,” the woman said. She said as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. But that was impossible. Sasha had been in Toronto. “I don’t understand,” Sasha whispered. “It’s the drugs,” the woman said, snapping her fingers. A large man appeared and came towards her. “Untie the poor thing,” Giulia instructed him. “There’s no need for her to be tied up like that.” Sasha sat, as fear rippled through her. Who was this woman? How was she in Romania? Why was she tied up?

“She's wants her daughter married and respectable.” “What does Victoria get out of it?” I try to think of what the Russos would get from joining the two families. The Romanos were fairly small potatoes, but vicious. They weren't a family I would want to mess around with. They were a family we did as little business as possible with. Shady and dangerous were their best traits. “This is the best part.” Sara grins like she knows what all the Christmas presents are going to be. “It took me a lot of flirting to get this. And a pretty hefty bar tab.”

Submerge until he was drowning into the midst of them. His name is Ruscov—Alekseev Ruscov, a Russian detective who has been assigned in Mexico to where he met a woman, Germa. Thus, had he least expected that she was a colleagues he had been with before through hardships. At first glance, she may have appeared fearless, much bolder than to what her gender innate to how a woman should act; it only drove her to the extent of probing that she was more than a woman, and she have a lot more to offer. Germa had that for years, not when things started to go downhill. Moreover, there are events, and circumstances that had force us to fade out, to choose another path with heavy heart as we turned our

The war with the bikers had cost him a lot of soldiers and he needed to breach the gap very fast before things go south. “This is Alissa,” Romero called out curtly and Russo walked closer before stretching his hands forward for a handshake leaving her breathless.Se didn’t look Russian and he wondered if Romero had been wrong in his findings. Maybe she was from the bratva or the bikers club then, he wasn’t ruling Russians out completely. He would put nothing past Ergonov. Till he would be able to prove where she is from, he would keep her close. His father’s favourite saying has to be “keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” “Dobro pozhalovat', moya ledi, kak dela?” he asked hoping

Romeo's explanation already reddened his eyes. "I've done all the Beta tasks so far. I am making the pack safe despite yesterday's obstacles. I've tried to make the people not in trouble, I've also helped all your work well, and lastly ..." Romeo pointed at the black ink list. "I've cleaned the rogue from every corner of the pack, without exception." There he pointed to Rena's name listed. Early fall, 2009. A small teenager entered the Southwest region. Name: Rena Schaci. Status: Rogue.

"Damian… what aren't you telling me?" He studied her for a beat. Then asked, "You ever heard of the Bratva?" Nova's brows pulled together. "Russian mafia?" He gave a slight nod. "Romania has its own. Older. Quieter. More fractured now. But still alive." She swallowed hard. "And your family…?" "My father was high-ranking. One of the few with real legacy ties." He took a slow sip, gaze unreadable. "I was raised in it. Groomed for it."

Romero added. "What about the branding?" I asked. Vic nods and pulled up a picture of a branded skin. It was Luca Romano. The man who used to be the head of the Romano Mafia. After the last time that we retaliated against them, Luca was left heavily wounded. We never confirmed his death and he never showed up afterward either. My breath hitched as I realized that it was the same as Luke's. Luca Romano was the heir before his father. Romero looked over at me with concern in his eyes.