Russian Mafia Woman Novels & Stories

A woman in the cell room snapped, glaring hatefully at Mia. Mia didn't listen to her snide comment nor did she think about it as she kept screaming for the man that made her take a fall for a crime she knew nothing about. “I can't believe that I got to see the ruthless Mafia queen of the underworld before I'm sentenced. Guess the heavens is a bit gracious to me for that,” another woman said, laughing loudly and showing off the gold teeth she had on. “Hey, Maria, is she truly the underworld Mafia Queen everyone has been searching for?" A woman beside her asked.

"Speaking of love, here's our girl." I followed his gaze to where a tall, dark-haired lady cut a path through a group of drunken men with more money than sense. Each one attempted to grab her, and each one ended up having a black eye they would explain to their wives and girlfriends when they returned home. Green eyes. Tailored clothing to accentuate her figure and wealth, and a cold expression that made even the frozen lands of Greenland quiver. Vanessa Romanov. Daughter of the biggest mafia lord in Russia. Known to bring down even the strongest of men in the states down to their knees.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

Bayu slowly moved closer and sat at a nearby table, pretending to be busy with his phone, though all his attention was on them. Gio let out a long breath, then gave a faint smile. “Fine. If you really want to know, I was paid.” Amanda looked shocked. “Paid? By who?” Gio leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “A wealthy woman from the Dinov family. Laura and Deasy.” Bayu’s heart began to race. Laura and Deasy were names he knew well. Once again, he listened carefully. “What do you mean?” Amanda asked, her voice trembling.

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

Nico “So, what you are saying,” I say as I sit directly in front of Aurora in my office. She leans forward with her elbows resting on her knees. “Is that somehow this Yelena woman is the daughter of a Russian woman, was given up for adoption and taken in by a Russian family. That the Sokolova family are Mafia related? Is this for real? I thought there was no mafia connection?” She rubs one of her perfect arched brows with her forefinger. I can see the pulse going in her neck. “That would be correct, Boss.”

"We know what she is capable of, all thanks to the fact that she's got an influential father. But Russia has strict laws that don't even cover the most important person apart from the President. She can be apprehended." "But-" I stopped Modric before he could even say anything else. "I know you're scared of her. She's a force and that is understandable. But for now, how long are we going to keep quiet and watch her taint our business with hers? She has successfully infiltrated several Mafia groups and poisoned them, turned their original legacy around, and made them human traffickers. And as only one person who can help us out of this." Everyone's attention was immediately piqued. Of course,

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

“Her name is Nadezdha, she is Russian. She buys under-aged girls, and has them indulge in public brutal intercourse where they are publicly raped by several of her henchmen to entertain her visitors. Heard it's like a nuthouse. Medieval Roman Style anyway." "I kill men almost every day, but I can't imagine doing this to a woman...or a girl... Why not give her a quick death and get it done with." Renata smiled as she sipped her champagne. "Death is not new to you, mafia lord. Your hands are apparently soiled in the blood of hundreds, yet you seem repulsed by this." Stefano ignored her, his gaze trailing to the woman in red costume again. "You were saying?" He gestured with his chin, eager to

“Instead of threatening me Arsenio, did you find out information about that woman??? Because she isn't what she seems at all…. She's very sneaky and especially calculative and she moves like the wind….she doesn't show her face to anyone unless she wants to be seen!!” “What kind of bitch is that???!!!” I yelled. “From what I heard, she is either going out with someone in the Mafia or she is in the Mafia herself but either way, she is a very dangerous woman.” “Find that bitch for me and do it as soon as possible!!!!!” “It seems like you didn't understand or comprehend a word I just said…that bitch is dangerous and I would not want to associate myself with anything that has to do with her!!! Sh