Novel & Cerita Russian Mafia Woman

he whispers in my ear. "Forever and always," I say with a small smile as we walk up to the people. "Hello Niko," Luca says, "This is my wife Natalia, Natalia this is one of our allies he's the Russian Mafia's Leader and The women on his arm is his wife Katina Smirnov," "nice to meet you guys," I say putting on a smile for show. "you as well I would love to introduce you to the other mafia wives I'm sure they would be excited to know who finally tied down the Infamous Luca Lombardi," Katina says.

She headed out the dark and Cecilia could see her face, her face was very beautiful as her nose was slightly pointed and she had round juicy lips covered with a black lipstick. Her one eyes was covered with a black mask which added to her strong mysterious look. Cecilia could not take her eyes off the woman who could be passed for a mafia model. "My name is Martha Stewart, the strongest female don of the viper's empire" she said without looking up and Cecilia was tensed. A Mafia lord!!! Her brain was screaming and her heart was raising. "Calm down baby girl, I am just a human being like you" she said with a smile but it was way scarier than her cold straight face. Cecilia felt chills all ove

Behind the rusty two-inch, thick bars of cell number five on the third lower level of El Sótano sits Andrya, a member of Timur Balandin’s little crusaders, a part of the Russian mafia. My town is a sacred ground. It is forbidden for the Russian mafia to set foot or even inhale the Las Mencían air. They aren’t even allowed to cruise on the waters surrounding these lands. They are not even fucking allowed to murmur the name of this town. Balandin just declared war by sending his men to my home.

Especially if he was a mafia prince. I spat on her shoes and snapped, “Say what you have to say or shut the f**k up!” She clapped her palms and looked at Adams—who was avoiding looking at me—and said, “Isn’t she cute?” Then she turned around and said in a loud clear voice while cameras started filming, “Listen, everyone. I know you enjoyed the video from earlier, but guess what, this was just the beginning.” “Lissandra Russetti, who doesn’t know Lissandra Russetti…” she said, then started counting on her fingers. “A whore, murderer, organ trader, trafficker in children and women… and the list still goes on.”

An ice-cold woman represented the said Mafia family. “Welcome, Shimizu Rika,” Rios said with a smile. The first female leader in the Japanese Mafia only looked at him, and without saying anything, bowed before him, then followed her partner inside. “Don Vittorino Mancini!” greeted Don Demitre, who had arrived to accompany Rios in welcoming the bosses. “Welcome, welcome, my friend!” The two laughed and exchanged compliments before turning to Rios. “Che figlio eccellente!” Don Vittorino exclaimed as he briefly hugged Rios.

It is as if you have signed your own death certificate when you betray me, steal from me or try anything to destroy the Russian mafia. No one knows that the boss of the Russian mafia is a woman because no one knew my father had a daughter. Everyone in the underworld only knew that he had one son and a daughter who was killed so everyone just assumed that my father was still the Don of the Russian mafia. My father would go to the meetings held with the mafia bosses and I would listen through an earpiece. The workers at Ivanov Corporation don't know who the CEO is because I always cover my face with a hoodie when I go to the company. Only my assistant, Isabella knew.

That’s a dumb question, Julianna, My subconscious muttered. “Nikolai’s of course,” she replied, “Who is he? Who are you people,” I asked, my voice steady as I spoke to her, she doesn’t make me nervous like Nikolai. “Nikolai Vasiliev is a Russian mafia don, I’m here just to take care of you,” she said, “I guess he already told you this… You have to work with me in the kitchen every day from now,” “Yeah, he told me,” I said,

“She was the daughter of a nobleman and we had met at a social gathering when we both had been young. I believe she was twenty-one when we first met while I was…twenty-six,” “I still remember how she came to me,” The Russian chuckled and shook his head. “This beautiful, glowing person with such wide and inquisitive eyes tapped me on the shoulder while I had been talking to another person. Imagine my surprise when I turned around to be met by the sight of her. Then the very first question she asked me ‘ty v mafli’, ‘are you in the mafia’. It amused me to see this young lady – who had lived her whole life in a bubble and was blissfully unaware of the reality of life – ask me if I was in an ill

MG smiled, slow and knowing, leaning back against the sofa. "I'm a beautiful woman with a pussy, Volkov. Those are two things mafia men can't say no to. You'll just need to rent me a few of your men and I'll be inside before anyone thinks to ask questions." I said nothing, my stomach turning at the casual way she said it — and at how right she probably was.

The cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists as the private jet’s door slammed open in the snowy Siberian night. Rough hands dragged me down the stairs and threw me onto my knees in the snow in front of a towering dacha lit by floodlights. A tall, stunning woman in a black fur coat and blood-red dress stepped forward, her icy blue eyes scanning my naked, shivering body. “Finally,” she said in a thick Russian accent. “The famous shared whore from the Asians and the cartels. I am Natalia Volkov, Blood Princess of Bratva. You now belong to the Volkov family.”