Russian Mafia Woman Novels & Stories

I question as I slip the pulse ox off her finger. “I’m here to speak with you Miss. Violetta. I come in peace and with a message from Misha Romanov.” Helen informs me. My blood runs cold for a moment at her words before as I let them settle over me. Misha Romanov is the head of the Russian mafia. I think they call themselves Bratva. I don’t know all the various terms tossed about as most in the underworld say mafia or mob and don’t do the specific names. “Oh, is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

Their last meeting was two years ago when she threatened him about his annoying visits to her workplace and later she blacklisted him from her events. She can't tell him now that she is the person he kept bothering two years ago. She needs to cover up or it will be dangerous if he figures it out when she never expects him to show up like this and all of this place. Who knows what he is doing here and at a mafia leader's building he can't be an innocent one. "OH! I-I guess you got the wrong person, I met you for the first time." she backed off and looked down. "Maybe.... by the way I’m Rax." He said, extending his hand.

he says. I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “What? I’m his. Call him if you don’t believe me,” I challenge, praying Kael plays along. The guard shakes his head, unconvinced, but makes the call. “Hello, sir. There’s a lady here claiming to be your girlfriend. Shall I let her…What’s your name, miss?” “Elara Dela Vega.” “Elara Dela Vega, sir,” he says. “Yes, sir.” He hangs up.

" Girl, I have known you for almost 10 years now. I can tell from your face that something happened for sure." " Um, he kissed me?" It came out more like a question from my mouth. "Girl, what did you even do, huh!!! Don't you know about his link with the Russian Mafia?? Don't you fucking know that there are rumours as well about him being the fucking leader of the Russian Mafia? " My eyes widened in shock!!! What the hell is going on!!! MAFIA!!! THE FREAKING RUSSIAN MAFIA!!!!

He didn’t want to fall into another trap, this time he was ready for Ryan’s game. “Your girl is Russian Mafia in case you haven’t figured her out,” Ryan said sitting in the corner with two other men. “But I am sure you know this.” “Yes, I know,” Bobby said down leaning back. “So, tell me why did you approach her, she is nothing to you.” Bobby countered.

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”

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.

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

Adrian said through gritted teeth. “I agree,” I repeated. “They talked like she was beaten often, but there are no hospital records for the girl. There is a report to Social Services but very little information on it. It also appears that the teacher who reported it disappeared three days later.” “Yeah, something doesn’t sit right. We need to get this girl out, even if it isn’t little Violetta.” He responded. When the plane finally landed and the door had been let down, we walked out and met with Sergei, the second in command of the Russian mafia who resided in England.