Russian Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

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Gypsy sunk into her seat, willing herself to keep a hold on control when all she wanted to do was lash out at Patrick for being a piece of filth. Oh God, she hated him. She hated him with every willpower in her being. Gypsy glanced at Enzo, and the encouraging smile he flashed at her helped her to calm down. At least, Enzo didn't believe the lies in the picture. “Mrs. Russo, you say some of the pictures are fake?” Mr. Swiss cocked his head arrogantly. “Which ones? Oh, don't tell me, the ones that reveal that you and Mr. McArthur did have a relationship? And the others are real because they don't show how much of a liar you are?”

It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy. “You deranged motherfucker . . .” I murmur, crumpling the note in my hand. I should have expected this. He’s a Morozov—the head of Morozov. That unforgiving Russian Billionaire who got his eyes as a curse. They say it’s the color of every blood he drained off of his victim’s bodies—the only bad thing that revealed a murderer was behind that beautiful, godly face. I shouldn’t have become too reliant just because of a provocative lap dance, or how he carried me back home.

Two stocky men chatted in Russian and Max eavesdropped. “I want my merchandise.” “You’ll get it.” “Tell Alexei if I don’t get it tonight, I’ll be mailing pieces of him to his pretty wife.” The Russian mob operated openly in South Africa; it had been that way for over two decades. Hearing them loudly going about their business demonstrated the Wild West mentality that was the embodiment of Johannesburg.

Eyes that will probably hunt her for the rest of her life after this case. Was it worth the risk, pursuing this friendship? Could she even call it a friendship when the two of them were obviously trying to get into each other's pants again? Having a romantic relationship as an agent is, admittedly, difficult. She had seen romantic relationships fail and gone through a couple of rough ones herself. That was why she had decided on not pursuing one and occasionally getting laid with a stranger. But this stranger had a name and a penchant for twisting her panties in a bunch. Charlie's phone vibrated on the table. With an apologetic look at Maddox, she read the message from Jake.

Then, his strong body is on top of mine, and he has my bottom lip between his teeth. There is no room for indecision or doubt. I want this as much as he does. He kisses and bites my neck before venturing lower. He groans when he captures one of my nipples between his lips, and this is the point where I start to lose sense of who I am. I was expecting something completely different. Light touches. Caresses. Lots of kissing. But this is different. This is bold. This is fire. This is hell. It's an everlasting burn that is addictive and mind-numbing. I didn't know I needed this until now. I didn't know that I was into this kind of lovemaking until now. Everything else I've done feels so ridiculo

Rosabella’s POV Damien Volkov. The name set off alarm bells. In Chicago’s underworld, I knew exactly what the name Volkov meant. The Russian Mob. The head family of the Bratva. "You're badly injured. You should go home to recover," I said, ignoring his outstretched hand. "It's too dangerous here." "Dangerous?" Damien let his hand fall, a gentle smile still on his face. "More dangerous than a street war in Chicago?"

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