Russian Mafia Books Novels & Stories

Around him were four other men,all smiling, all filthy, their faces hard and cruel as if the devil himself was taking the picture. But not Richard. Richard did not smile. He just starred soullessly into the camera. "That," Eleanor said, "is not your professor. That man's name is Viktor Petrovich, the Butcher of Bratva." Pamela blinked. "What's... Bratva." "The Russian Mafia. But not the kind you see in movies. The real ones. Blood-boind, sadistic, cult-like in loyalty. And Viktor?" She smirked bitterly. "He was the Bratva's most efficient killing machine."

The penthouse apartment echoed with the sound of shattering glass and Nikolai's furious roars. SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA(THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) After the success of the engagement party between Mikhail Morozov and Donatella De Luca, the La Mano Rojas sent a message to the Bratva's empire, causing chaos within the empire.

Fuck. Papa had wronged the Russian Mafia, better known as the Bratva. Everyone knew they owned Moscow and even the whole of Russia. They had ties to law enforcement, the government, the entertainment industry…everything. "I told you to get in!" The man shouted, making me jump in fear. I was sweating everywhere and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I didn't wait to be told a third time. The man was getting ready to kill Viktor. He stepped aside to let me in and slammed the door behind me.

If this continues, I might be forced to haunt down this half-brother of mine. A hand pressed to my temple, i force down the pain piercing my head me. "Since he refuses to learn. Put the cops on his tail. Turn the Bravata against him." That should keep his hand full until I am ready to deals with the fucker. "Yes, boss." The three men responds in unison. We continue discussing our next shipment. After Father's death, I stopped the shipment of drugs and women, my focus is on weapons. Guns, bombs. The mafia cannot do without my shipment, and Mikhail knows it.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

superciliousness, and cynicism, all of which exude negative energy. Despite his scintillating and resplendent appearance, his activities are dreary and hideous, and he is regarded as the worst human being people might ever encounter. His profession and character have earned him the hatred of those who have encountered him, as he engages in merciless killings, portraying the worst form of selfishness as a mafia leader who delights in darkening the lives of others. Jacob Kyler is a 29-year-old man who has gained notoriety as one of the most powerful mafia leaders in Washington DC, recognized both locally and internationally for his influence and authority in the underworld. He possesses a str

I said as I went through the content of the drawers to see what they must have taken. Basilio's frown deepened as he looked through the office. "I think whoever came here didn't come for guns," he whispered. I raised my head and saw what he was looking at. It was a safe where I kept most of my business files. Every deal I did in the mafia and my actual legal business was stored in there and it looked like someone had tampered with it. The door wasn't closed properly and a file of stinking out. "Shit!" I cursed as we both rushed to it.

Maximillian smirked at Legis informing him about a man who had guts to disagreed on his term about the money laundering that involves disguising financial assets so they can be used without detection of the illegal activity that produced them. "That bastard, who the fuck is he to whine on my fucking terms. How greedy of him, burn that fucking restaurant he had if he doesn't want my terms. And find another place that can process the money for legal disguise for our drugs profits without noticing of the authority." Maximillian giving orders. "I'll assign that task to Lewis and Baker, how about Mr. Sanchez? What do you want to do to him?" "Kill him." Maximillian bluntly answers Legis as he goes

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.

For him, I was about to walk into the wolf’s den. At exactly nine o’clock, the roar of an engine broke the silence of my Brooklyn street. I peeked out the window, my heart lodged in my throat. A black SUV, gleaming under the gray morning light, was parked outside my building. The driver’s door opened, and a woman stepped out with a confidence that seemed to defy gravity. Tall, with short, bright red hair, she wore a leather jacket that screamed rebellion. Not what I expected from a mafia driver. “Sofia Russo?” she asked, leaning against the hood. Her voice carried a hint of sarcasm, like she knew something I didn’t. “I’m Carla. Come on, the boss doesn’t like delays.”