Russian Mafia Woman Novels & Stories

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

"Women are like roads, the more curves, the more dangerous they are." -Mae West- *** “Vodka on the rocks, please.” Ian ordered as he entered sat in front of the bar. Once he got his drink, he brought it to a table where a red haired woman was seated. She was looking down on her drink and lifted her face up as soon as he was seated. Her icy blue eyes met his. “What are you doing here? How do you know where I am?” She asked with a slight Russian accent that she developed from her mother.

If that was the case and Tessa was still alive, I was completely fucked. It had been easy to get Tessa wrapped around my fingers all this time because I knew her deepest secret which she wouldn’t have wanted Keith to know about. About ten years ago, a woman in her late twenties had been known for women trafficking. Each time I thought of her, I realized that Madeline Dmitrii was nothing compared to her. She was worse. She took young girls and sold them to whoever and for whatever purpose. I had found out about her when I was in training as a female Mafia.

"I guess owning this company full time. Boring stuff. This is the last thing I have to do before she agreed to forgive me. Leave behind the mafia." "I could've never imagined you here all those years ago. I'm..." Carlos clears his throat. "Proud." "I think that was a...compliment? Rarely hear that coming out of him." Enzo replies to him. My phone starts ringing and I look to see that it's an unknown number. I pick it up anyway, curious to know who it is. "Hello?" The person on the other line says and immediately I recognise the voice. I haven't heard this in over 8 long fucking years and a smirk spreads on my face. This is going to be interesting. Viktor Volkova. The leader of the Russian ma

I stared at him, wide-eyed, silent. “I did some digging,” he continued. “Not just on Sierra’s assassination attempt—but on you.” He nodded toward the desk. “Your past life. Elena Moretti. Daughter of Matteo Moretti. Wife of Dante Russo. Allegedly jumped to her death from a balcony two years ago during a private party.” My blood ran cold. He reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek black tablet. He tapped the screen, and within seconds, images filled it—Dante and Viviana.

These fuckers were laughing and acting like a fool an hour ago. “You better fucking let me go, Armani, or I will fucking kill you. I’m not a weak or meek woman; my father raised me to be a fighter, mother fucker. And to put your heart at ease I’m not here because I want to. Tvoy -psikhopat byl tem, kto zastavil menya. YA ne ch’ya-to shlyukha. YA grebanaya mafiozi, kak i ty.” “Your psychopath friend was the one who made me. I am no one’s whore. I am a fucking mafia woman just like you.”

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."

You won't live to see the day when you are acknowledged publicly. "After your death, the position of the mafia boss's wife will be mine." She paused, as if she were reminiscing about something. In a sweet tone, she asked, "Do you know what my favorite thing is? "It's to see that look on your face when you're misunderstood. You cry, explain, and plead with them to believe you. But you don't know that I'm the only one they trust." She straightened her back and looked down at me. "Mom, Dad, Zachary, and everyone in the Gardner family… I will be the only one they remember. Your existence is just a joke."

"Australia, you will start a new life, as from today you (Mia Carter) died with her parents after the home slaughter" She said pointing at the television, which I didn't take note of, because the volume was low. The headlines read "Lucas Carter, son of one of L. As top drug dealer Brad Carter found dead with his wife Maria Carter, together with their workers after a memorial party at his place in honor of his dead father, while their daughter Mia Carter still remains missing".

If it were before, there wouldn't be any problem but now, I can't just risk my baby's life and future because of her father who is a grown up adult who can protect himself. The Russian mafia are known for their ruthless and also been involved in the human trafficking. They kidnap both children and women. The children are sold to be slaves while the stronger ones are taught the ruthless ways of been assassins to the point that they don't feel anything to anyone, its as if there humanity is lost. Others who are extremely weak and don't have good appearance, Their body parts are sold while others are thrown into the streets to be begging for money as a method ti earn more money for them. The wo