Novel & Cerita Russian Mafia Romance

I have no choice but to marry a stranger. I am getting married to Liam Salvador, the American Mafia's Don. I've only seen him once. The American Mafia is one of the top Mafia in the world and so also is the Russian Mafia. This will be a long ride. I have no idea how Liam sees women but I will not hesitate to put him in place if he does anything stupid. Even though this marriage will help both mafias, I will never give up my Mafia, marriage or not. I don't know what game father is playing but for now, I'll listen to what he says. The knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

“You’re insane.” “You’re the one who’s insane,” he snapped. “You think that man cares about you? You think all those sweet looks mean something? He’s a Mafia boss, Genna. He kills people like us for fun.” “Maybe he’s not as heartless as you think.” Marco’s eyes flared. “Listen to yourself. You sound pathetic. You’re falling for the enemy!” “I’m not falling for anyone,” I said firmly, though my chest tightened at my own words. “I’m just trying to survive.”

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

I asked with anger and he was looking shocked now. "Kaiser did, he said you were result of his one night stand." Romano said and I screamed in frustration. "FUCKING LIAR! I AM NOT A BASTARD. My mother was his official first wife. The official first queen of Russian Mafia..... Alina Greco Ivanov. I am the first and official heir of Russian Mafia" I said with rage and my full body was shaking in anger. Romano placed his hand on mine and tried to calm me down.

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

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.

[The dream] Meanwhile Ekai Enzo Enrique had been planning to keep the woman safe and sound the mafia lord did not think that his experiment would go wrong on the very day, Aysel Saat was having a weird dream which would turn her life upside down since it was related to the man besides her. A young handsome hunk had been sitting in front of her on the sofa within those four compressed walls which had felt like a cage to her before his arrival, on the opposite side sat her father who was none other than the Russian mafia king whose power was extremely celebrated among the underworld. "So, young man, you say you are here to request for the armoury route?" The Russian lord lifted his head up whi

My entire body went cold. For a second, I couldn't understand what I was seeing. The maid was standing very close to him, her top buttons slightly opened. Renzo turned his head and saw me. But before he could say anything, I turned around. My chest tightened. The same horrible feeling. The same feeling I had felt three years ago when Renzo told me he wasn't leaving Russia with me. I forced myself to move. I took a step. Then another. I walked back to my room like a robot. And the moment I closed the door behind me, I collapsed onto my bed . I screamed into my pillow and cried until my throat hurt.

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.

He could’ve just said this properly yesterday, instead of allowing me to waste time on something else. His door is locked, but his voice leaks through the door; Russian rolling low and lethal, “Blyat(Fuck). If the shipment from Odessa is late, I’ll send you to the bottom of the harbor in the same crate.” Accent thick with anger. Oh, the accent I caught on from yesterday is Russian? How does he hide it so well? I sit, fingers on the keys, trying to rearrange the report by country of origin. Wait— Every entry is a map of my father’s hidden world: crates, ports, shell companies.