Russian Mafia Woman Novels & Stories

Sergei was coughing as he fell from the couch to the ground with Madden's unfeeling dark eyes on him. "I know who she is even with her black wig. I recognized her... She's Micheal, isn't it? She deceived The Bratva, and do you know how many mob assassins will be out to get her if they know she's a female? She'd have over 100 billion rubles as bounty on her head the moment it gets out. Not only that, but you'd also be automatically disqualified from the future Pakhan contest cos you knew about it and deceived The Bratva too! You'd risk your father's position cos of a woman? Please kill her right now!!!!" Sergei yelled. "Are you saying this cos of your first daughter?" Madden smirked, insertin

EMILIA POV The operation began in the dark heart of Budapest. I was no longer Emilia Romano, the architect's daughter from New York. I was no longer Sarah Mitchell, the quiet graphic designer building a safe haven in the New Mexico desert. The federal authorities had systematically scrubbed those women from existence, burying them beneath layers of encrypted firewalls and dark-budget archives. Now, I was Victoria Volkov. A brilliant, calculated Russian businesswoman. A high-level financial advisor specializing in cross-border asset management. A professional money launderer with a cold reputation for making illegitimate fortunes completely untraceable.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

She nodded her head. "Ok let's do some work" she said while placing some file infront of me "I used my resources to find some information about the Russian and Brazilian " she said. "What information did you found?" I asked her. "So the Russians mob boss name is Ivan Volkov. He is an orphan and he only has a elder sister as a family. He was a part of Russian mafia but after working hard few years now he is the boss. There isn't much to know about him since he is a very introvert person " she told.

the officer casually shrugs though he is stunned by the information. "So the frail-looking girl who caught Wolf's affection is no ordinary girl" another whispered. "These men here are all fucked up. What a misfortune robbing a place with a Petrov woman inside" "A woman, looking more like a girl. It's quite deceiving though" three heads shook in bewilderment. Silence rules while they continue to watch. "That puny girl is the Petrov Mafia Queen. The ruler of the powerful Mafia" after a while Seville whispers, still in disbelief. ****😏****

Instead, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he signals to his guards to bring me to him. 'Signore e signori, vorrei presentarvi la mia ultima acquisizione, la Principessa Russa, Tavisha Khusnova. Una giovane donna che, evidentemente, non comprende le usanze della nostra mafia italiana. Una cosa a cui sto per porre rimedio immediatamente.' [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my latest acquisition, the Russian Principessa, Tavisha Khusnova. A young lady who clearly does not understand the ways of our Italian Mafia. Something I am about to rectify immediately.]

I bet the word ‘dangerous’ throw her off guard and incites a little bit of fear in her. “He's a mafia.” I gush, earning dilated eyes from Dr. Sarah. “You shared a kiss with a mafia? A New York mafia?” She asks. It’s no novel that mafias are in New York but it’s only on hearsay because I’ve never seen one myself. However, Dima isn’t a New York mafia but Russia’s, and from the whispers I’ve heard about Russian people, their mafia’s the deadliest. I don’t know if it’s in terms of shipping drugs or fucking women or…killing but I know they’re all lethal.

It passed a message across perfectly. "The fact that you think that you can make kneel before you is laughable. The fact that you believe that you can orchestrate some sort of half-assed revenge against us is pathetic and sad. I would have destroyed you even without all these restraints. I would have beaten you within an inch of your life because I am not the target you probably thought I was. I am Alessandra Rinaldi Zolotov, the daughter of the Head of the Cosa Nostra and the wife of the Head of the Bratva. You messed with the wrong bitch and I plan on avenging every single woman you have hurt."

Alice winced. "I know. But......" Elsa stopped and breathed heavily. "Just don't tell him. Please" Alice nodded and urged her to go to bed. Like a baby Elsa nodded and went to bed. Alice stayed awake and tried to imagine the face she had seen in the car. She once dated a Mafia back in Texas. But when she got tired of the sick games she had to come back over here. She know what's it like to be a Mafia's woman. Even though she's no longer dating or in contact with her ex Mafia boyfriend, his enemies are still her enemies and that was why she learnt the way to protect herself before leaving Texas.

‘That’s because my reasons for being here have nothing to do with you or the Russian Bratva’ She answered boldly flicking her red/gold hair off her shoulder she walked straight up to him barely reaching his shoulder. ‘Now is there anything else you require?’ Her green and gold eyes flashed with amusement, he was completely nonplussed by the stunningly beautiful English woman, ‘How did an English woman become a Mafia Don?’