Russian Mafia Stars Novels & Stories

Fuck knows how they got the ducking prototype from my lab but they had and they used it to their advantage and got a better team behind them and we're able to sort out the blimps one by fucking one. Now we're here in Russian territory and lucky if we don't get our heads fucking blown off because even if it sounds insane like it does. Warren and Mulvey are on good terms with the fucking Russian mafia dom: Mikhailov. He is one of their drug entrepreneurs. He knows many patrons that will buy drugs from his men including all the strip bars here. We're in so much shit if Mikhailov even catches wind of us being here. He hates the Green brothers with a passion; they are in a love-hate war between t

In the shadows of Moscow's underworld, a name struck fear into the hearts of many: Daniil Morozov, the merciless leader of the Russian mafia's most notorious gang, the "Morozov Bratva." His reputation for ruthlessness and cunning had earned him the nickname "The Butcher." Daniil's empire was built on blood, sweat, and tears. His lucrative brothel, "The Red Diamond," was a hub for human trafficking, catering to the darkest desires of Moscow's elite.

"No kidding." He ignored my sarcasm, remaining impassive. "The Russian mafia wants to take over our property in New York. They’re expanding too fast, eliminating competitors, claiming new territories. They’re cutting old deals and establishing new ones—on their own terms. Luigi Romano is caught in the middle of it." I swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

Grayson just sits obediently as he observes the spectacle. "Also on that note, I've got a job for you, A really interesting one at that" Isabella whispered with a devious smile into the ears of the elite Mafia hunter, Anna.

We’d killed more than ten men in just one week, and even after torturing them, no one gave out the name I was looking for. The mastermind behind all this mess. “It must be someone from the Russian mafia,” Lorenzo sighed, exhaustion evident in his voice. “They’re the only ones capable of bribing Roberto over to their side. They have the money and the resources to get him over to their side.” Lorenzo was right. The Italian mafia was the most powerful organization in the world of crime. The only other group that came close were the Russian Bratva, our rivals for years now. Slipping a white handkerchief from my pocket, I wiped my bloodied hands, but it was of no use. I was only smearing the thic

She made eyes at Tyrone who gave a merry snort of laughter. “Do you know who Edik Volkov is? Sacha Volkov? Lenin Volkov?” The man paled visibly, “yeah, I mean everyone does. Russian mafia. I knew a guy who borrowed money from them and he was found splattered against the walls of his apartment.” She sniggered at the comment. It was something her uncle would have done. Never proven of course. Just rumours in the underworld and she knew better to ask if it was true but she suspected it was. He liked to play with exploding bullets.

He said and I nodded in a yes. "Are they the R?" one of Romano's man asked and I was shocked... how do they know? "Whole Mafia world is talking that we are the R. But actually the R is queen's personal Mafia. Right?" other one said and I nodded. "yes... they are the R. And we work to clean the Mafia especially human trafficking chains in Russia which are really inhuman." I kept it short and I can see the judgement in their eyes.

“Creative as always, Alexei. Unfortunately, as you’ve just seen, my cock is much closer to your daughter than where you’re hiding out.” My gaze settled on the tattoos on my captor’s fingers, and my stomach went cold. He had men who did his bidding, he was outrageously wealthy, and he had apparently been to prison. What was the word for Russian mafia? Bratva. It explained the strange men who came and went from our home, my papa’s secrecy about his work, his refusal to allow me into Russia, and Ivan. It explained red paint leaking from beneath . . . no. I couldn’t go there. It just explained everything. Every suspicion I’d ever had. His secret family now felt like a welcome reprieve.

In a mission, she was shooted two to three times but a Mafia billionaire saved her on some circumstances. She didn't know that he is a Russian Mafia King so she offered to help him in his parents murder case. Ian Xander is the most feared Russian Mafia . Due to some circumstances he was in America and he was suppose to attend a meeting with other two Mafias. Italian and American. They never attended that meeting and only they know why. (Chapter 01) Sana's POV The way I live is very strange but to people it's good . They think that I am doing good because they see the one side of picture.

The crowd parted as he walked in, he went straight for the VIP section. Mick Gatto was already seated, one of the whores on his laps, giving him a lap dance, Mick Gatto was the Head Leader of the Russian Mafia, though he was an Australian by birth and he was here for business alone. Xavier took a seat, right in front of him. Scantly dressed waiters supplied them some strong drinks. Mick pushed the whore off his lap and she staggered away. "Hope you came with a glorious offer to appease me, otherwise this would be a waste of precious time" Mick said, he had always been the brave type.