Russian Mafia Stars Novels & Stories

"And Sinister, this is my daughter, Sofia." I frowned at Dad in confusion. This name sounded familiar... And then breath hitched at my throat as realization hit me. Seeing my wide eyes, Dad nodded at me, confirming that I was thinking the right thing. Sinister Petrosyan. The most lethal and powerful Russian Mafia. The entire Russian police wanted him, hell, law around the entire world was after him. Even mighty mafia leaders around the world feared him. There was a saying that If the others were mafia leaders, then he was the mafia.

The question came out broken, desperate. "My name is Nikolai Dragunov." He looked at me carefully, and whatever he saw on my face there made him smile wider. "I see you recognize it." Fuckity, fuck fuck fuck. I did recognize it. Everyone in Moscow who had even a passing knowledge of the underworld knew that name. Nikolai Dragunov. The Winter King. Pakhan of the Dragunov Bratva, one of the most powerful criminal organizations in Russia. I scammed a mafia boss.

I asked, glancing briefly at the men who hadn't noticed us talking about them. "Babe, that's number Two in the Levels of Wealth. The 'Filthy Rich'. Those men there are the Russian Cartel members. The one in the middle, the older man is their boss. He's a Mafia, beside him are drug lords with huge ass cartels all over the city. I don't even like serving them. Because any slip up and your head can be mounted on the wall." Olivia widened her head, shaking her head and turning us away from them. Mafias? Cartel? Drug Lords? Was that even real? I thought all these only happened in movies, not in real life?!

Its against the Mafia rules if we invite business rivals at our home but I need to fix trap for the rat named Victor. Alec Petrov,the Russian mafia had been a pain in the ass for us since a long time and my father wants me to seal the deal for the supply of exclusive guns,which are for military purpose only,we sell it to our ultra rich customers across the glob,it's illegal and quite risky. But that's what mafias do!

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

I question as I slip the pulse ox off her finger. “I’m here to speak with you Miss. Violetta. I come in peace and with a message from Misha Romanov.” Helen informs me. My blood runs cold for a moment at her words before as I let them settle over me. Misha Romanov is the head of the Russian mafia. I think they call themselves Bratva. I don’t know all the various terms tossed about as most in the underworld say mafia or mob and don’t do the specific names. “Oh, is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

My Uncle's grip on his cutleries tightened while others just stare at me like I had grown another set of heads. Rolan swallow his last bite of food and cleans the sides of his mouth with a white napkin before placing it beside his plate. "What gave it way?" I shrug. "The tattoos." "You understand my language?" "Yes" "interesting, " He muse. His eyes still holds the same intent as earlier. Something about this man puts me off. I really don't know what it is but something about him feels off. I know about the Russian mafia, the number one, most powerful mafia to exist. Followed by the Spanish mafia and then the Italian mafia.

“They kidnapped Victor too.” ‎I blink repeatedly, stunned. ‎“Who are ‘they’?” ‎“The Russian Mafia.” ‎The room suddenly feels too small. ‎Aside from the man who just left the study, who else could possibly belong to the Russian Mafia? ‎“Dad,” I say carefully, “aside from the man that just left your study, who else do you know that belongs to the Russian Mafia?” ‎“I don’t know…” He frowns deeply, trying to think. “Wait… let me remember.” He suddenly snaps his fingers lightly. “Oh, yes. I remember now. That celebrity…”

Then she opened the back door and stepped into the SUV and just before she shut the door, someone sitting in the back seat of that SUV leaned down to place a peck on her cheek. I know him, I’ve heard so much about him and I know what he is capable of. His name is Austin Foster. He is a member of the Russian organized crime or Russian mafia, otherwise known as Bratva. He is a notorious criminal, and he is wanted in many countries for drugs and human trafficking. I may not be Bratva, but I am the Godfather and the Bratva pakhan cannot dare to cross me. I don’t know how Riley got himself involved with these guys, but I’m certainly going to get to the root of this matter.

Florence said as she led Zeno through the sliding door. Zeno was right. The moment he entered the building, he noticed it was a grand casino—not a local one. There were no brawls in the corners; this was a mafia casino. The people here looked like they’d been bathing in money since birth. Armed guards were placed at every table to eliminate any form of "imbalance." Zeno felt Meyer behind him as they walked across the floor. He noticed the girls were wearing sexy but conservative outfits, which surprised him. They walked past the tables until they reached a dark corner with a lift.