Russian Mafia Stars Novels & Stories

The red dots were gone. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" Roman asked. "Roman Gambino, the capo de grande of Vatos Latos. A fearless man who sold his daughter out to his foes. I am a present help in the time of distress. I have come to help you solve the malady you created for yourself." Who are you!?" He roared. "I am a dealer, you can call me a businessman. I rule the Russian mafia just like Banda Della rules the Italian mafia. I have come to offer help."

And then he froze on one of the name. "Dimitri Novikov," he said slowly. "I know that name." My gaze snapped to him. "You do?" He nodded. "Yeah, he is part of the Russian Mafia, he used to run weapons and drugs in the north. I know his son, his name is Pyotr. The guy is a ruthless bastard, we crossed paths in Milan four years ago, when I was away for business. All I can tell you is he doesn't like Italians much. But he hates the Bianchis even more."

Finally it was his time, he chuckled standing up and leisurely walking out like an untamed boss. If Alexander Storm thought he did something then he was wrong, he forgot the man he was dealing with was Cyril Sokolov, the Russian Mafia who had spent his whole life far disgusting and bad environment than this. If only that silver spooned Mama's boy knew the struggle Cyril had to endure just to climb to the position he was at today, he might pass out.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

"We have found out the spy that divulged our plan. We have a theory that Ivanov is involved!" Ivanov! Russian mafia, Yvan Ivanov, was their ruthless leader. We have the same age and same greedy blood thirst running through our veins. Aside from AO Gang, Yvan Ivanov was my mortal enemy for years. We were once blood brothers, but he betrayed me and the gang. I was supposed to punish him death, but I gave him exile instead. That's the biggest mistake I had ever done in my life.

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

Tig added, “The Russian mafia has a large presence in Chicago.” “Precisely,” Curbelo said. “Two days ago, we saw Bohman Underwood watching Tsezar’s apartment building from a parking lot nearby. Underwood may have run across Kostya Tsezar while researching Ivanka. Records from his cloud files showed that he’d drawn lines connecting the two. He may have found evidence that connected Tsezar with one of the largest TOC groups in the world. This group is so well connected, they have people in governments and in law enforcement, even high-ranking officials on their side.”

"We know about his Mafia and trafficking circle, the cartels too." I nodded hesitantly, my brows reaching my hairline by now. I was wrong to doubt that they didn't know about what he did but was glad that they knew, at the same time. It would make the whole explaining much easier. "Love, we're in the same line of work, if you could say that. Arms dealing to be more specific," my eyes widened a smidgen needless to say I had expected this, "We're in the Russian Mafia," Nikolai said.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

I let out all off my aggression on Ivan, Maria's so-called friend who was in the warehouse basement these days. The best news I heard this month was when I found out Ivan was one of the sons of Dmitry Sokolov, who is the leader of the Russian mafia. It didn't surprise me when I found out he was not given the position of the capo yet, maybe due to his clumsirness and idiotic behaviour.