Novel & Cerita Russian Mafia Romance

"Speaking of love, here's our girl." I followed his gaze to where a tall, dark-haired lady cut a path through a group of drunken men with more money than sense. Each one attempted to grab her, and each one ended up having a black eye they would explain to their wives and girlfriends when they returned home. Green eyes. Tailored clothing to accentuate her figure and wealth, and a cold expression that made even the frozen lands of Greenland quiver. Vanessa Romanov. Daughter of the biggest mafia lord in Russia. Known to bring down even the strongest of men in the states down to their knees.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

We even went to Dubai together and it was probably one of the best places with someone especially with the good company I had with him. Anyways back to me as usual, Russia is an amazing country. The pure snow settles down softly and gently, just like the fairy-tale atmosphere. It was an unreal place to be in and to be honest the true reason I was here was one of my friends had just got married and to the big bad Russian Mafia boss, Dimitri Ivanov. Before you say anything, it was an arranged agreement since she was a child to stop the Russian and Italian war. She was the Italian mafia princess, but their family believed women should not be allowed in the Mafia. She proved them wrong and was k

Amused, like a snake watching a mouse dance too close. “Who the hell is that?” I whispered. Yuri wiped blood from his lip, ego cracked worse than his dignity. “I think… that’s Misha Petrov.” No. Fucking. Way. I’d heard the stories. The Bratva’s reaper. The man who made people disappear like smoke. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. He didn’t move. Didn’t call his soldiers back. Didn’t lift a hand. He just watched me. Like a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.

She whimpered with need. I stepped back, my fists clenched hard enough to distract me from her infernal body. She turned, slowly, to face me. “I’m not working with Orlov. I don’t know why he would attack you. I didn’t even know he was mafia until I came back.” She sounded so earnest. A stellar act, honestly. “You’re not going to marry him.” And deliver the Grand Marlow to the Contis? Hell would freeze over before I let that happen. I would drag her down the aisle with a gun to her head if that’s what it took.

I thought the ice was finally beginning to thaw between us. But I was horribly wrong. He just wants to play with me. He wants to control me, to own me, to use my body while he quietly prepares to marry someone else. Someone infinitely more suited to his dark, violent new life. Bella Vercetti. A mafia princess who apparently has endless wealth and a diamond tennis bracelet wrapped around her wrist. A gift from the man who is currently paying me to act as his personal incubator. A sickening wave of nausea rolls through my stomach that has absolutely nothing to do with morning sickness. I place a trembling hand protectively over my belly.

the wolf " Moretti, one of the biggest and most feared real estate mogul. His black suit was as dark as the night outside, his eyes cold especially under that chandelier, the blue eyes shown and looked some type of green. Everyone knew who he was or had heard of him. He was good at what he did and he was known for being ruthless and merciless. Both qualities I did not agree with. But my qualities did not matter in this instance, I needed his help and if sucking up to him will let him help me out then that's what I was going to do. I picked two of the tequila shots I had ordered and drank them before gathering the courage to walk up to his section. To the world I was Kalia Kiari. The daughter

, Alexander said with a smirk on his lips, he found her reaction amusing she thought she was rich, he was going to show her what being rich truly meant, this mansion was a generation mansion, being the only child of his parents the mansion was passed down to him and he made a lot of changes to it to suit his taste, this was his only property that he didn’t acquire by himself, the rest of his property he worked hard and earned it himself. Carlos had told him of what Ariana asked him in the hotel and he wasn’t surprised that she asked that it was bound to happen someday, he knew he had lot of things he was keeping away from her and it was only a matter of time before the questions would begin

"Do it. It's beautiful" "That means we won't leave for our tour as early as I planned"Raphael said. I nodded and gave him a peck. "If you want to kiss me, kiss me right wife and stop tempting me"He groaned. I laughed. "I'll once we go out on our date" He grinned like a baby given candy and continued making breakfast. RUSSIA A knock was heard on the door. "Come in" was the hoarse reply from the Don of the Russian Mafia.

His strong fingers come against my jaw squeezing hard attracting all the attention to himself, his strong body imposes itself quickly over my legs stretched out on the sand, the cold of the sea of Okhotsk does not freeze my bones as his intense gaze burns every one of my insides. - Yurich. - I murmur helplessly. - As much as I imagine I can, Lyana, there is no possibility of you getting rid of me the same way I fell over the precipice of loving you, you are chained to the hell of being mine. I sigh, bewitched by the man who holds even my dreams, we are sick, we are lovers, we are in love, but we are crazy enough to live a love in the middle of the mafia.