Russian Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

He’s Russian. He’s insanely wealthy. He’s all sorts of crazy-possessive and overprotective. He’s surrounded by men who look like they enjoy a good gangland murder every bit as much as a good bruschetta. “Shit.” I slump in my own chair. “Holy… shit. You are totally a mob boss. And you've been lying to me! All this while, I believed you were just someone rich. Not...not this.” He has the gall to smirk. "It was for your own good. And our baby's in the long run."

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

My secretary came in to remind me of the presentation from the product department that I was supposed to see. By the end of the day, I had received three calls from investors who wanted to pull out and two from sponsors who felt threatened by the public's opinion on the fact that Dave had claimed I ran a drug dealing and human trafficking ring. I dialed a number that my secretary had sourced for me. “Bella Rossa restaurant. How may I help you?” “Mikhail Romanov. I'd like to make a reservation for eight thirty. Can you make that work?” “Sure thing, Mr Romanov. Table for one?”

What's done is done. A knock on the door jolts me out of my thoughts. Dmitri enters, a glint of something I can’t quite place in his eyes. He is my best friend, my closest confidant. I should be able to tell him everything. But how do I tell him that I, Don Vasily Petrov, the formidable leader of the Russian Mafie, woke up in bed with another man? How do I tell him that the man I slept with is Adrian Volkov, my future brother-in-law, a man I despised, and that I can't stop thinking about him?

She's always dripping. My hands balled into fists against the table. Shutting my eyes tightly, I felt like a dirty whore. All I could think of was my babies. I’d left this life behind, left the man who fed my addictions and made me feel useless. But fate played a cruel game with me once again. It had dragged me back into the world I’d fought hard to stay away from. “After this,” Fernando grunted. “We’ll move to the next round. You’re only mine, Isabella Russo.”

To the point that they just share the same vibes and do support each other even in the illegal ones. They had this weird form of love language where they shoot animals to challenge each other who shoots better. And obviously, dad loves to play the loser one even though he’s a recognized best sniper in his younger years in the military. I don’t want the kind of vibe they share, but I want that kind of genuine love they have for each other. And I won’t get that from this man I am bound to marry. He doesn’t even know how to respect women. Tsk. After more than an hour of travel, his car entered a private village and stopped right in front of a mansion. After we got out of his car, an unfamiliar

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

He drops his head as he stares down at his shuffling feet; with a mumble under barely audible words, he softly speaks, “I love you.” And god, it hits me. He is telling the truth. “Then please explain why do you take a different woman every night?” “Because I am scared to commit, I am scared to lose myself in one person. I am scared that if I do, I will lose myself. I cannot lose who I am; I need to be Lucas Lucero. Do you see any other Mafia Boss out there with just one woman on his arm?” “Bullshit, don’t spin me such a lame-ass story. You just like being fucked a different way every night. You love the danger; well, guess what, Lucas?”

"Why? You can wash up when you get home" "I don't want Eva to see me like this, it might scare her" He laughs. "I thought you didn't care what she thinks" "Shut up and get me clean up" "Ok, ok!" . . Authoress Racheal's pov ✍️✍️ The Russians Mafia boss sits in his balcony, a glass of wine in his left hand and a cigar on his left hand. Enjoying the view of Sakha Republic (Yakutia) from his balcony, when his right handed man walks in.

Whatever he is about to say will undoubtedly placate my dick. “Boss,” he said. “Bad news.” “Go ahead,” I sighed. “The container coming from Russia has arrived on the pier, but some goods are missing,” he remarked. “What?” I exploded. “How the fuck did that happen? Where are our men that were carrying the shipment?” “Both of them are missing two major cargoes containing the latest equipment we ordered from the Russian Mafia.” he gritted his teeth. “Fuck!” I screamed in fury and struck the desk. “Who is in charge of the shipment? I want them in my office in one hour!”