Russian Mafia Stars Novels & Stories

So he sat and frowned at the shaking woman in my arms and waited patiently. “I think I should introduce myself again. My name is Misha, Misha Yakov. I am American with Russian roots and my father is the head of the Russian mafia in the states, his name is Akim Yakov.” She said in a croaked voice and again Brady went to the kitchen and brought her another glass of water and she took it nodding her head in thanks.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

PAST The tension was palpable as four mafia bosses sat facing each other in the hall, seething and trading accusations, their hands poised to grab their guns if necessary. A fragile peace had held sway for seven years, sustained by lucrative business deals and treaties. It was a peace born of a shared desire to spare their children the fear of losing loved ones, a desire spearheaded by Leonardo Moretti, the founder of this uneasy alliance. However, with Moretti's death, the group's cohesion was on the brink of collapse.

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,

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

He demanded. " He has been seen with Russian Mafia. He is gathering people against you. It's confirmed news from our undercovers. " He said. " Hm. Keep track of them. " He said, signing the files. " Sir, Hacker wants to talk to you. Hebrew is joining some mobsters who are against you in Goa. " Paul said. " Did he say anything? " He asked, turning the page of files. " Yes, sir. He wants manpower. He wanted to fight from our side. " Paul said.

My heart breaks for him. He opens his beautiful eyes and they are swimming with tears. “Anyway, you deserve something better than me. I’m a monster, Star. A criminal. I used to be in the Russian mafia.” “No, you’re not a monster. You’re a good man.” “I know you want to believe that I am a good man. There’s no such thing as a good man in the mafia. I’ve killed men, Star.” “That was before. You’ve changed now.” He shakes his head slowly. “If someone tries to take what is mine tomorrow you will see the old Nikolai again. You do not know what I am capable of, Star. If you knew you would run away screaming.”

I resigned myself, like her dog and doormat, seeing that she spread her legs, on the table, a man sucking her, until they were standing, between her legs, sticking his cock inside her, I was contenting myself seeing her being fucked, my partner, superior was busy eating her. Even though I was one of the thugs and mobsters involved in security, I was just there as a witness. You are the head of Yaroslav, the great Russian, the head of the Russian mafia, Vassilliev, the great man of the sturdy tower. "Ah, here is my queen, did everything go well?" "He was the one who would eat that wanton slutty, demonic witch. - Everything is going well. "Do you want to have me, my man?"

“There were probably mafia guys there too. Eveline, did anyone catch your eye?” “I don’t know, Noah,” I said, thinking. Then the Russian guy came to mind. “Oh! Right—his name is Vladimir. Dante called him that. He had a tear tattoo under his eye and tattoos all over his fingers. He looked terrifying.” “Vladimir is a Russian name, so maybe he’s in the Russian mafia. I can only imagine how many powerful people were there.” “That’s probably why Dante told Marco and Diego not to take their eyes off me,” I said.