Novel & Cerita Russian Mafia Romance

Mr Pompous chuckled gently and I could hear him click his tongue before responding to Dale. "It would take more than the Bratva to murder me" Bratva again? Wasn't that some sort of confraternity in Russia or-- No... I remember now. It's the Russian mafia. "The Russian Mafia" Whenever I'm lost in thought, I often speak without realizing it, and this is the second time it's happening around Mr. Pompous. He turned slowly to me revealing the darkness around his eyes which made me gulp heavily. "They have no regard for the king of the Underground. By the way, how is Sofia Dante?" I could still hear Dale from the other end even though Mr. Pompous had his deadly stares at me.

That’s a dumb question, Julianna, My subconscious muttered. “Nikolai’s of course,” she replied, “Who is he? Who are you people,” I asked, my voice steady as I spoke to her, she doesn’t make me nervous like Nikolai. “Nikolai Vasiliev is a Russian mafia don, I’m here just to take care of you,” she said, “I guess he already told you this… You have to work with me in the kitchen every day from now,” “Yeah, he told me,” I said,

Putting his hand on his cheek, he glared at the woman. "How dare y-" "Just shut up!" Garaine yelled, trembling in rage. "How could you do that to me? I trusted you so much. I used to admire you. But you chose to join a mafia gang & betray me?! You know how much I hate the mafia but still, you chose to enter the underworld." She glared at her senior, standing face to face with him. Her eyes turned red, feeling the pain of betrayal slicing her heart. "Now, after doing such a horrendous deed, you are here to kill him and take me away? Didn't it hit your conscience? Don't you care how I will feel upon knowing the person whom I used to admire a lot turned into a dog of the heartless mafia?"

He said and went back to his work while Heer rolled her eyes. “Dust will be beneficial, only harm is harm ... You will make me a criminal, my hereafter will be destroyed ... What is the use of asking a servant ...? In your opinion, the advantage is ... Welcome to Me Mafia ... But in my view it is ... Welcome to me in hell ....” She gritted her teeth, muttered under her breath and looked out at the streets that led her to a strange city in a strange country...

She didn’t want any part of it. Fatima thought of killing Raphael. Just poison him right here, right now, and it would all be over. “And let me warn you,” he said casually, as if reading her thoughts, “I lead Russia’s strongest mafia. So if I die, they come for you. Literally your whole bloodline.” Before she could respond, the waitress returned with their food. “Enjoy your meal,” she said after placing everything on the table before leaving. Fatima watched the man as he started cutting into his steak. He seemed to genuinely love it, even licking the sauce from his knife.

It was as if he demanded something from me, but I didn’t know what. A feeling I couldn’t shake off consumed me. Except, I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Moya luna. Russian. The voice was speaking Russian. Could it have been Adrian? Except, he hadn’t called me that since that night in the gazebo. It was always pipsqueak and I had outgrown that nickname. The intense stranger watched me, his thick brows drawing over his eyes and something about him kept dragging me into his savage darkness. His dark eyes reminded me of the harshness of Russian winters - merciless and bone chillingly cold.

MG smiled, slow and knowing, leaning back against the sofa. "I'm a beautiful woman with a pussy, Volkov. Those are two things mafia men can't say no to. You'll just need to rent me a few of your men and I'll be inside before anyone thinks to ask questions." I said nothing, my stomach turning at the casual way she said it — and at how right she probably was.

Amy was rendered speechless; how did Antonio know all of this? She takes a step back from him and holds her hand up in surprise, “Crime lord? What, like the Russian mafia or something?” she asks with a frown and a flicker of something flashed in his eyes when she said the word ‘mafia’. He nods slowly, “That’s exactly what the Bratva is and now Dimitri has staked his claim on you.”

she said in a whisper but he heard but couldn’t believe it. “What did you just say?” Vikram asked, making her look at him. “I love you Mr. Vikram Seth” Nitra shouted. Vikram’s happiness had no end; he hugged her, not caring about what others thought. He was on the ninth cloud from her confession he knew now his life was complete. No one would be able to take her away from him now she was all his now, she was his love, his life, his BABE. SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY.

The faint throb of the rage pumping steadily through my veins was all I felt; all I allowed myself to feel. I would have to contact the Ivanovichs soon, one out of six of the families that made up the ruling Moscow mafia. They were worthy allies. The syndicate was divided up into equal halves. The upper tripartite and the second tripartite; I belonged to the upper triad. Belonged to the deadliest. Emily... The name passed through the confines of my mind as an aching whisper. With it came a warmth I immediately stiffened to. I was going to get my revenge, and it wouldn't matter who I took down in order get it.