Russian Mob Books Novels & Stories

I stood up and closed the book as I tried to explain. “I— I well, i— was just— you said I should find out!" I yelled in defense, holding up the book. Thankfully, I picked up a book called Mysteries so chances were he believed me. Nikolai pursed his lips then nodded. He walked further into the study and that was when I noticed he was in nothing but his suit jeans and his black shirt was unbuttoned. It looked like he came here in a rush. Nikolai walked up to the opposite shelf and pulled out a large black book. “Here. This contains everything about my pack. I'll get you another book on the mafia,” he said, holding the book forward. I drew my head back as I eyed the book and then him.

But there was something else nagging at the back of his mind—news about the Russian mobsters. Just before his departure, Michel had received some alarming information from one of his contacts. The Russian mobsters, who had been causing havoc in the criminal underworld, had already taken down one of their men. It was a worrying development, and Michel couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility to get involved. After all, Liam had encountered them before, and it was possible that they could be a threat to his friend.

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I decide that the mob boss probably wouldn't locate his bedroom close to the servants living space and head down the empty hallway. While I carefully take small, nervous steps down the hallway, I notice many pictures of many different (what seems to be) mafia leaders who are all Russian. The first one is from the 1800's and I follow more and more until I finally stop at the last one: the man who's attention I had caught this morning. His name is Andrei Volkov. As I start to admire his handsomeness on the picture even more, I notice there's a door right beside me. The closer I come to the door, I begin to hear someone yelling very angrily in what must be Russian.

Lined along the table were the Cali family’s highest-ranking members, each one a silent predator in their own right, their postures relaxed yet charged, their tailored suits betraying nothing of the guns holstered beneath the fabric. And across from them sat Travanto Petrovich—the head of the Russian Mob. Draped in a black velvet blazer, a gold chain resting against his exposed collarbone, his icy blue gaze unreadable, his hands adorned with rings that had seen more blood than most men would in a lifetime. Beside him, his lieutenants, each one dressed in dark designer pieces, their faces carved from stone, their wrists weighed down by Richard Mille and Patek Philippe watches, their fingers c

"Birds of the same feather flocked together. That man has secrets. I will dig deeper and give the information to the club." The two men were almost done with desserts. They were talking in low tones but the audio on Beau's one-of-a-kind computer could pick out their words. They were referring to women as horses. "Asshole!" Dinara muttered. The former mafia leader needed money from the earl and as payment, he was selling one of his women. "I'm going to drain that motherfucker's bank account." The tzarina vowed. They shook hands on their deal then parted ways. Outside the restaurant, on cue, Otis and Baldy approached Jaime.

Lord vilante raised one corner of his lips and laughed disrespectfully to see how noora's attempt to break free, only to inflict further injury on her own hand. "Hey, you! What do you mean all this, let me go!" he cried at the very sight of Marco vilante. "Never, have I told you that you are in your hell?" said Mr. Vilante. "I have no problem with you, no reason to arrest me and treat me like this." noora replied. She truly did not know who the man was in front of her, so she courageously raised her voice before him, if only noora had known that he was a powerful mob leader in the city of brooklyn.

All I could think about was ways on how to kill that son of a bitch. It's been years since me and Enzo have been planning to take him down. Vladimir Molotov is the Leader of the Russian Mafia, the second most powerful mafia after the Italians. The Italians and The Russians have been at war for longer than I can remember. But the main reasons why Enzo wanted Vladimir gone was because first, he was a threat and secondly, he killed Enzo's sister.

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.

Tony was about to take the order but Taya was faster and served a bottle of corona along with the glass in a matter of seconds. "Thank you." She said lowly, as she looked up at the man and their gazes collided. Taya heart skipped a bit as her breath was stuck in her lungs. "You are welcome." The man stared back at Taya before he added, "Danger's everywhere." Taking out a pack of cigars and lighter, putting them on the counter. "Yes." Taya was like hypnotized by the man's utterance. "Never rely on anyone. You should have defended yourself. Not even your co worker would survive a fight against a useless cockroach." He took a swig right from the bottle.