Russian Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

He asked in a heated tone and Heer moved her tongue over her dry lips. “Nothing ...” She could barely speak, and he stared at her for a moment. Then he placed the pistol in the space between the two of them. She did not utter a word all the way.... “Do you speak Russian?” When Bernardo's voice echoed in the car, she nodded... “Then you avoid talking too much throughout the event....” “Why??” “Because you will get yourself in trouble by saying something stupid....” On which Heer put slots on his forehead and looked at him...

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.

In the shadows of Moscow's underworld, a name struck fear into the hearts of many: Daniil Morozov, the merciless leader of the Russian mafia's most notorious gang, the "Morozov Bratva." His reputation for ruthlessness and cunning had earned him the nickname "The Butcher." Daniil's empire was built on blood, sweat, and tears. His lucrative brothel, "The Red Diamond," was a hub for human trafficking, catering to the darkest desires of Moscow's elite.

Ring ring…ring ring…tut. "Fuckin hell!" Weylin Turner growled, almost throwing the phone away. "Hey! Don't break my phone like you did with yours," Mirela Davies, Weylin's old acquaintance, the leader of the gang The Red Hearts, and one of the most powerful mafia leaders of the USA, spoke as she took her phone away from his hand. "I didn't break my phone on purpose. I couldn't control my rage and…" Weylin sighed, looking out of the window.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

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I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

It's my favorite view, even better than seeing it from stories above in one of the high-rises. When I decide I've faked it long enough, I smack my lips and answer. "I'm not sure, but he didn't speak Russian and one time I read this book by Jenn Frederick with a hitman and he didn't remind me of that character." "He doesn't remind you of a character in a book you read?" "No." "The Russian mob doesn't walk around speaking Russian. They've been in the US for centuries. They are as American as you and me. It doesn't make them any less dangerous."

I didn’t go as far as dressing in a suit but I had a designer jacket on and my good jeans. The doorbell rang and I checked my watch. 7:48pm Motherfucker was early. I reached out and opened the door. Roman stood there, decked out in Tom Ford. His long dark hair was tied in a ponytail that curled down his back, he had a diamond stud in his ear and looked more like a movie star playing a gangster than the real thing. Of course I wasn’t one to underestimate him because of his looks. I knew what the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva was capable of. “Roman.” I stepped back from the doorway. “It’s nice to see you.”

My entire body went cold. For a second, I couldn't understand what I was seeing. The maid was standing very close to him, her top buttons slightly opened. Renzo turned his head and saw me. But before he could say anything, I turned around. My chest tightened. The same horrible feeling. The same feeling I had felt three years ago when Renzo told me he wasn't leaving Russia with me. I forced myself to move. I took a step. Then another. I walked back to my room like a robot. And the moment I closed the door behind me, I collapsed onto my bed . I screamed into my pillow and cried until my throat hurt.