Novel & Cerita Russian Mob Books

Tiny things that would randomly appear within our heads while I used my time sparingly to help him as well. Each of us bouncing ideas for one of his latest projects. With a sketch pad in hand, Tony uses the afternoon to draw up sketches while I sat off towards the side of the room, my body covered by a blanket as I just read books upon my tablet. Fully immersed within my books, Deal with the Devil. My book about an Irish Enforcer who ends up falling for a Bratva Princess. A Bratva Princess who was also a ballerina and an illegitimate child of the Russian Mob Leader.

***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA -ITALIAN MAFIA 2/ SHES'S STILL MINE ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY) ***************A****N KINDLE / KINDLE UNLIMITED************************** - IVANOV, RUSSIAN MAFIA -FEARLESS LUNA T H A N K Y O U L A R A S O U L T A K E R

But she wouldn't tolerate hearing the man stylishly insulting Scarlett. For sure, he didn't like Scarlett, and neither did Scarlett—she never liked Mr. Rizzo. She said the way he looked at people gave her chills. Abigail didn’t care. She was tired of scraping by—tired of pretending she was safe when they both knew safety was an illusion. "We are not just typical business people. We are part of the Russian Mafia, and we are the Morano crime family." As he said this, a sly smile spread across Abigail's face as she crossed her legs.

Her eyes darted around her surroundings to make sure no one was listening to us before she be started speaking, “Do you know how Leonardo was able to take over the mafia and all it's operation under three months? He did it with the help of the Russian mafia.” “Russian Mafia?” I repeated, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. My father always said that the Russian Mafia was troublesome and didn't get along with the others so well. They were said to have a high sense of superiority and they were a very tight, disciplined organization which believed that only them should be in charge of the underground world.

I knew, I was with the Mafia of the Russian Mafia. Don Brian Wayne D'carppo. TBC 1057 words....phew, I'm so close in ending this book. Xoxo.... ivy Go read my book THE CEO AND I on Goodnovel now! Chapter 48 Bennett 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦... 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒...

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.”

There was anger burbling inside me—the same anger I had felt back in the Arena, worse than the times I had wanted to butcher someone. “Did Terenzio say this to you?” “No.” She licked her lips and said, “I’m the entitled slut of Cosa Nostra.” Things in our society were so complicated. I had been the promiscuous Capo of the mob world, a womaniser, and a player of hearts, and there had been an obvious reason. However, Ros? How could her brother let these rumours circulate? If I were him, I would have cut off anyone’s tongue that spewed such nonsense about my sister.

Mr Pompous chuckled gently and I could hear him click his tongue before responding to Dale. "It would take more than the Bratva to murder me" Bratva again? Wasn't that some sort of confraternity in Russia or-- No... I remember now. It's the Russian mafia. "The Russian Mafia" Whenever I'm lost in thought, I often speak without realizing it, and this is the second time it's happening around Mr. Pompous. He turned slowly to me revealing the darkness around his eyes which made me gulp heavily. "They have no regard for the king of the Underground. By the way, how is Sofia Dante?" I could still hear Dale from the other end even though Mr. Pompous had his deadly stares at me.

“You mean the Russian mob? Those guys don’t mess around.” I nodded, feeling a cold weight settle in my chest. “Exactly. They are not just some local gang. The Raven Syndicate is a ruthless faction within the Russian mafia. Known for their brutal methods and international reach.” Valentina pulled up a file on the screen, a dossier filled with photos, reports, and intercepted communications. “They have been expanding over there for years. Taking over territory quietly, eliminating anyone who stands in their way.” Antonio clenched his fists. “Then why are they targeting us? We are not involved in their business.”

I copy the text and head to my translation app where I converted the words to English. My eyes quickly roam across the screen as I read. The reports from the website reads that Dima Kozlov is the top oligarch in Russia who owns a factory that produces weapons and some other shady things. He runs the street of Russia and is the main ruler of the underworld. Holy Moly. I’m all but a nervous wreck at the information I just read. That means…he's a mafia if I am to qualify it with an English word. From the books I’ve read, the Russian Mafioso are referred to as Bratva.