Russian Mafia Stars Novels & Stories

Nicolas greeted him. "Hey, Nicolas. I am fine. Shall we?" Arthur spoke after replying to Nicolas. Nicolas is the Russian Mafia. Different underworld dons from different countries have arrived. Most of the powerful Mafias are already in alliance with Italian Mafias. "Of course. I guess we got a lot to discuss." There was a pinching tone in Nicolas's words but that was for Indonesian Mafia not for Luca or Arthur. "Now, I have a straightforward question. Who the fuck got courage to point the gun at her?"

He wasn't a murderer or a bad man, in fact, he had been nothing but sweet to me since the day I have been living with him. "You do know what Nikolai Costello does for a living, right?" Brittany asked. I lifted a shoulder. "He, um, he owns multiple businesses, I think" "All illegal" Wade snorted. "We all know the Costello Group of Companies is just a cover for the real thing." I tilted my head to the side. "What real thing?" Stacy leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "That he is the head of a mafia." Mafia? It's the same word Scott once used.

You never cared about anyone else. "It's how you should be in the mafia!" He responded, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on me, "It's either you or no one!" "Well, now you have no one to get you out of this." I smirked, taking out my dagger from my hostler since I was still dressed up from that party, "I'm gonna take over the Russian Mafia, after I kill you." "You won't dare to kill me," he rolled his eyes, "I'm your father and you're my daughter!" He shouted which made me laugh darkly, "Sean was your son and Michael was my best friend—you didn't hesitate before shooting them, you bloody asshole!"

the man said, his tone measured, deliberate. Lance’s eyes widened. Marcus Zorin. The name alone carried weight. Whispered in hushed tones across Europe, in bars, on dark streets, in corporate offices where no one dared ask questions. One of the most dangerous mafia lords in Russia. He knew of him, of course, who hadn’t but he never imagined standing in the same room. And now he realized that this man was Ragnar’s father. The stories he’d heard, the mass murders, the biggest drug deals ever executed, the whispered rumor that they even attacked a presidential plane carrying corrupt politicians, were real.

Around him were four other men,all smiling, all filthy, their faces hard and cruel as if the devil himself was taking the picture. But not Richard. Richard did not smile. He just starred soullessly into the camera. "That," Eleanor said, "is not your professor. That man's name is Viktor Petrovich, the Butcher of Bratva." Pamela blinked. "What's... Bratva." "The Russian Mafia. But not the kind you see in movies. The real ones. Blood-boind, sadistic, cult-like in loyalty. And Viktor?" She smirked bitterly. "He was the Bratva's most efficient killing machine."

We even went to Dubai together and it was probably one of the best places with someone especially with the good company I had with him. Anyways back to me as usual, Russia is an amazing country. The pure snow settles down softly and gently, just like the fairy-tale atmosphere. It was an unreal place to be in and to be honest the true reason I was here was one of my friends had just got married and to the big bad Russian Mafia boss, Dimitri Ivanov. Before you say anything, it was an arranged agreement since she was a child to stop the Russian and Italian war. She was the Italian mafia princess, but their family believed women should not be allowed in the Mafia. She proved them wrong and was k

She groaned, rolling her eyes. "I heard you." Rieka yelled from outside. "Stupid wolves." "I still heard you." * * Sebastian stepped into his room with Ralph behind him. "Have you done any research about Derek?" Sebastian asked as soon as Ralph shut the door. "Yes Alpha." Ralph replied almost immediately. "What did you find?" "He's known as one of the most ruthless mafia in Russia." Ralph revealed, staring at Sebastian as he stood against his table, his right hand to his jaw. "He's engaged in lots of dirty businesses now Alpha. He's worse than ever."

They wore Russian leather jackets, with double-headed eagles tattooed on their necks. That was the mark of the Petrov family. The Russian mafia, known for their underground sex trade and brutal killings. Sienna's smile froze. "I am guilty, and I will pay with my life. As for you, I suddenly think that kind of death is too good for you." "Take her away." Dominic turned his back. "What does this mean? Dominic! Who are you giving me to?!" Sienna lunged forward, acting like she was going crazy, but two Russians held her back firmly.

The penthouse apartment echoed with the sound of shattering glass and Nikolai's furious roars. SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA(THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) After the success of the engagement party between Mikhail Morozov and Donatella De Luca, the La Mano Rojas sent a message to the Bratva's empire, causing chaos within the empire.

I copy the text and head to my translation app where I converted the words to English. My eyes quickly roam across the screen as I read. The reports from the website reads that Dima Kozlov is the top oligarch in Russia who owns a factory that produces weapons and some other shady things. He runs the street of Russia and is the main ruler of the underworld. Holy Moly. I’m all but a nervous wreck at the information I just read. That means…he's a mafia if I am to qualify it with an English word. From the books I’ve read, the Russian Mafioso are referred to as Bratva.