Russian Mafia Stars Novels & Stories

He was basically ruining the purpose of spending Fifth million in charity. Aleksandr Fedorov was breaking his image He had established as a Billionaire, at this moment He was nothing else than The Bratva Pakhan. The merciless monster. The man whose name was whispered with fear in the whole Russian And Chicago. And New York was soon going to learn to follow their lead.

Kill them. The Russian Mafia doesn't work like others. It used to be the most darkest one before. But after I took charge, I changed it. It doesn't do female trafficking, drugs or illegal methods of gaining money. But it doesn't actually is legal with all the killings and torture we do. Oliver is my right-hand man while Michael is my left-hand man. The positions and authorities given in this mafia are a little bit different.

After all, Nightroe wouldn't dare to do anything as long as she was under the supervision of the man's father. Honestly, Svanna was not very proud of being the chosen daughter-in-law of someone who was once a mafia boss but felt a little lucky when Russol Sullivan was willing to defend her before the middle-aged man's eldest son. It wasn't that Nightroe wouldn't do anything. Just at least, they knew the ruthless man would be much more cautious about taking action.

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

Mikhail asked, his voice dripping with uncontrolled anger. Leo, to his credit, didn't even flinch to Mikhail's authority. He just took a slow drag from the cigar he'd been nursing and met Mikhail's glare head-on while a smirk played on his lips. He was enjoying this. " I'm the man who just made a lot of money off her," Leo said, jerking his thumb in my direction. "I'm also the man who knows this territory, these people, and the rules. And the rules say no Bratva business here. I wonder whether you are brave or just stupid stepping your feet here knowing you could be silenced of your identity was exposed." He said.

The unchallenged boss of the underworld. Rugger isn't his real name, his name is Edgar. He was given Rugger because of his ruthlessness and power. He is the boss of the underworld, he has many chains of business across the city and beyond. Anybody who dares challenged him didn't end well including Bernard. If he wants something and isn't given, he will collect it through any means even if it results in death without and regard for the law. He rarely appears in public, and when he does its with an heavy disguise that will make him look like an ordinary person. He was popularly known as 'the multiple faced mafia' because a lot of people have heard of him but haven't seen him even most of his e

“I have several other businesses, Solnyshko. The Bratva is my family business and The Azure Reserve, on the other hand, could be seen more as my side hustle” There was no way he just referred to owning the most exclusive restaurant in the whole of Chicago as a side hustle. “The Bratva?" "It's what the Russian mafia is called" The idea of him juggling the responsibilities of the Bratva and managing an entire business leaves me in complete and utter disarray. “Does anyone else know about this?” He nods, “Kat was aware when I made the purchase a few years ago but other than her and Ivan, you're the only other person who knows”

My personal guard didn’t waste time with greetings, like always. “Yeah, boss. I dug into it as quickly as I could. Those men aren't locals and they're straight out of Russia. They are full Russians working for a mafia heavy hitter named Vakrez. Does the name ring any bells? Because he was at that auction you went to months back.”

Alejandro's POV The night is still very much young, and I was needed at one of my clubs where Ethan was doing a shit job at entertaining the Russian arms dealer I was interested in doing business with. The Italians and Russians have had a long rocky history, but he'd fled to America from the Bratva and was damn good at what he did. The club is packed, people watch the girls on stage dance while my waitresses slip the ones with enough money that matter some of our exclusive product and I make my way up to the second floor to one of the VIP suites.

Viktor reported whilst everyone looks very upset, worried and problematic. Billion dollars is such a huge loss. I thought that Rivard Escallions and the Turkish mafia are the only ones that could be a pain in the ass but I never thought Russians would be the baddest after the mistake I made when I killed one of his men mistaking it was a member of Rivard Escallions. I combed my hair due to frustrations. I've been fixing this shit for days but these assholes kept on attacking me. I had the best hackers at all time in my group but no one could ever surpass or know who was the person beside this Russian organization.