Russian Mafia Stars Novels & Stories

Three billion dollars. The ledger isn’t just a knife at Sergei Volkov's throat. It’s a financial nuclear bomb. Alexei Romanov mapped out the entire lifeblood of the Russian mafia. If that information is leaked to the global financial authorities, the Volkov empire ceases to exist. They’ll be frozen, hunted, and entirely dismantled. "Keep translating," I command. "Upload the decrypted data to Mara's secure server as you clear each page. Do not stop." I cut the connection and slide the phone back into my pocket.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

I was close to ignoring him and ending his call before he told me that the bad Russian knows about me. "We can make it for both of our benefits, you know...killing two birds with one stone?" "You mean your benefit? Since I'm done with them when I visited the cage fight." Now, it was my turn to smirk although he couldn't see me from the other line. "I thought the big boss had an in with Komarov's rival, what's his name? The one with the hotel chain around the country?" I have learned from Aldrich that the Russian thugs that we killed were headed by Dimitri Komarov, not the smartest in the bunch. But I also heard that his uncle Yubkin was the one to be feared of.

“If you continue this downward spiral, Solonik could take over as the Godfather. You fucking know that. He has been looking for every opportunity to do so, and now you are giving him an invitation.” The Russian Mafia consisted of four families. The Ivanshovs, Pirro, Beccari, and Votto. Each family had their own Boss, but I was the Boss of them all. The Godfather. The other families were underneath the Ivanshovs. But Solonik had wanted to take over. If Damian hadn’t handed this empire over to me, he would have been the Pakhan a long time ago. And now he was looking for another opportunity, only because I’d proved myself weak.

KAYLA I stared at him in confusion, sure that I had heard wrong. From the tattoos to his words. “ Miro… this is some kind of prank right?” I laughed awkwardly, hoping that it was his way of getting back at me. “ Even if you're angry and you want to get back at me, isn't this too far?” I was well aware of the Russo mafia since I took on the mission to infiltrate Ricardo's mafia. The Russo mafia was nearly as large and influential as that of Ricardo’s.

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

Pedro asked when they entered inside what seemed like a small sitting room with beautiful gold and white sofas. “It's lovely,” Olivia muttered, smiling faintly as her eyes wandered around. Pedro gave a half smile and left her side. “Just how rich are you, I mean, I don't see you working or visiting the office?” Pedro was a mafia. Everyone knew mafia men were no ordinary men, they were wealthy as f**k. Had in possession things even people who called themselves rich didn't have. Yet, he never worked as most did. The last time he said he visited the company was when she introduced her to his employees.

This was a moment where truth had detonated, and the debris needed time to fall. ‘How long have you known?’ she asked eventually, her voice so quiet it barely carried. ‘Not long,’ Damian answered. ‘Suspicions, mostly. Fragments. Russo helped me piece them together.’ That name snapped her attention back to the present. ‘So this is his doing,’ she said coldly. ‘Another manipulation.’ Damian’s jaw tightened. ‘Not everything is a game to him.’ She laughed bitterly. ‘You serve a mafia don. Everything is a game to him.’

he told and looked at everyone with a proud grin and a smirk broke on his wife, Zabda's face. Ahmed shook his head in disapproval and stood up. "You don't want to mess with them Sabeeh. That is freaking Mafia. Russian Mafia," he pointed out exasperated. "They can't do us any harm," Sabeeh retorted back. His face was turning red by each passing second with rising anger. "When they will be ruined, they won't be able to get us back," zabda said haughtily. "Oh so you think Russian Mafia is dependent on a fucking plant," Ahmed mocked. "It won't affect them even a little. You will get. What? Only 500 billion dollars."

A 360 from what we just shared. "Well, I don't know him but the man standing beside him is Ioann Zolotov, the head of the Bratva, the Russian Mafia. If I had to guess who the guy beside him is, I'd say its one of his subordinates. I have never seen or interacted with him before, though...." My blood chilled at the silent introduction that reminded me of exactly what kind of world I lived in. The Russian Mafia was lethal, known to be among the most dangerous. In some ways, they were more ruthless than my own family and that in itself was saying something considering the unspeakable sins Papa has committed.