Russian Mafia Books Novels & Stories

He was no ordinary stranger. He was the king of the mafia world. The immortal boss, as everyone called him. Don Antonio de Marino, the notorious El Capo and ruler of La Vendetta Oscura, the largest and most powerful mafia organization in Las Vegas. The mention of his name brought men to their knees and seized them with terror. He was ruthless, merciless, a menace, and even the police steered clear of him. His world revolved around three things: wealth, power and revenge.

While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known to her father. We were like the two fishes in the yin and yang. Or at least that’s what I thought they whispered behind me. Plus Nicola had said the same thing on a few occasions...one occasion rather. It sure made me mad as hell anytime I heard that considering how much I disliked her and couldn’t stand her. And I couldn’t even remember

When Mikhail said he was letting me out, I didn’t think he was going to make a maid in the mansion. I was the only maid who didn’t reside in the servant quarters. Being a maid was better than being someone’s sex slave. It’s what made me somewhat grateful that the Russian mafia took me. All those stories Alfonso told me about the Bratva were fake. He said they were cannibals and would eat me alive and spit me out in pieces if I associated with them. So far, they were way better than the Cosa Nostra which treated women like they were sex toys to be played with.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

She said and he sighed. “Am a gangster, am a mafia guy, I do dirty works with Russians, I kill people, not intentionally though, only those that mess with me, I smuggle drugs and guns but I don't do drugs, in short am a bad person, that is the way I make my money, my companies and different investments are just like a cover up for all, am really sorry I didn't tell you all this while, please don't leave me.” Eddy rushed his words and stared at her to see her facial expression and it was blank, he couldn't tell how she was feeling.

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

I did not want to get involved in the social hierarchy that the mafia world that Stephan dragged me into but I could not deny that I felt a sense of belonging among Georgia's students. The Sisterhood of Ravens. It consisted of only women who were either wives and or girlfriends of mafia lords. This organization has been in existence since time immemorial. There were other female-led criminal organizations but Ravens had been around for a while. Georgia had told me about how leadership had been passed down to her and how she had in turn passed down leadership to another. I got up from my bed and went into my closet. I ransacked it for my night wear which was baggy sweat pants and a hoodie wit

Everyone is already aware of my barely contained fury. "What do you all have for me?" I demanded, scanning the faces before me. "That fucker broke into my house, my house that was supposed to be safe, and fucking took Aria from her bed. So you all better start talking or heads will be rolling." Viktor always the first to speak stepped forward, tablet in hand. "Riccardo Lion, mid-thirties, Albanian origin but operates primarily out of New York and Vegas. He's made significant inroads into our territory over the past year, mostly loan sharking and money laundering through casinos."

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina