Russian Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

I spun back around, my heart hammering as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “The body of prominent Italian tycoon Alex Gray was discovered today in Russia under mysterious circumstances. Authorities report that a cryptic note was found at the scene, referencing a decade-old murder case that once led to the arrest of Russian Mafia leader Nicholas Romanov Fortune and three of his men. Investigators suspect the note may be linked to the elusive witness from the infamous case, though its meaning remains unclear. While speculation points to Mafia involvement, the execution of the crime was so precise—so methodically clean—that no traceable evidence has been left behind. With no leads

Her eyes widened like that of a saucepan and her jaw dropped to the ground that I bet she wouldn't be able to pick it up for the next thirty minutes. “Yes. Ruslan Orlov.” I sighed, adrenaline coursing through my body at the mention of his name. The devil’s name. “God! I don't know if I should be happy or sad for you. You're a mafia princess,” she paused and swallowed. “That explains why you have two hefty hot bodyguards with you always.” “Yeah. To them, I would be in danger if I'm left alone.” I rolled my eyes and snarled. “I wish I can leave Russia.”

“You are American, mooncalf, get over it. You may have Russian blood, but you were born in the land of the fat, obnoxious and complacent.” “I am glad you think so highly of my heritage,” Anya snapped. She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms. The engaged in a death glare match. “Enough, the both of you. I have had a long day’s work of herding animals and tending the trees, and I came home seeking peace, not squabbling,” Dmitri said. He sat beside the stove and began perusing his worn illicit copy of Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and the Margarita, bought from a black market in Moscow.

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.

It was clear that Lucian was trying to provoke him, and it seemed to be working. "I, Lord Caspian, along with my wife Selene and Beta Vincent, hereby declare to this room that we will no longer participate in any tournament. We take our leave effective immediately," Caspian declared to the council. Suddenly, the door swung open, and I gasped as East Coast Mafia gang entered the room. Leading them was a man in a long black robe, carrying the staff of the Mafia Lord. "Rudolph," Vincent murmured to me. Behind us, Lucian stood and greeted Rudolph with open arms, who reciprocated.

But it was true, staring at her in the face. She was really getting married to Alexei Antonov—Pakhan of the Bratva Empire and her husband's potential enemy. Isabelle almost smiled at the irony of the situation—from one monster to another, except there was something in this for the latter. They both had a common enemy and for that, they had to form an alliance. Because in one way or another, Alessandro Moretti would be meeting his downfall soon. “You look extremely beautiful, more than I expected,” Alexei whispered, his eyes holding that mischievous glint that told her exactly what he was thinking.

So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”

At this rate, the five families risked more cross-breeding than the royal families of Europe. Marco stands abruptly and buttons his black suit jacket with a smirk. He saunters to the bar on the far side of the dining room like he already owns the place. I drop my gaze to my food once more. I should eat more, but I can’t stomach it right now. A moment passes, and he returns to his seat, grabbing my hand and pressing my fingers around an old-fashioned. I try not to cringe. I fucking hate rye whiskey.