Russian Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

And someone new, I was thinking Elena Petrova, art gallery owner from Prague would board a train west and never look back. But first, I needed to prepare for the meeting. With Damien Romanov. I pulled up the file I’d compiled on him. It wasn’t much. I guess he’s a very private person. The profile said he was thirty-two, worked in import/export, had studied economics at Moscow State University. Claimed to live in Arbat, one of the city’s more affluent districts. The profile picture showed a man with dark hair and sharp features, but it was slightly blurred, taken from a distance. Professional, but not too professional. Wealthy, but not pretentious. Lonely, but not desperate.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

Originally, the mafia consisted of little more than scattered little groups of peasants, often outlaws, who found in each other's strength and resolve the basis of a new moral We are very similar, surprises me how the two have been at war for centuries. The main similarity between Russian and Italian mafia is a strict code of conduct and behavior. "There is a traditional code of conduct within this old style of organized crime in Russia called "Vory v Zakone," or thieves in law. The members are bound by 18 codes and if they are broken, the transgression is punishable by death" Italian mafia uses murders and thefts as the main methods of violence. The Russian mafia groups use extortion, credi

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

Alessia slid into the plush leather seat, her heart racing. As the car pulled away from the curb, Alessia's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts. What am I doing? she wondered, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. This isn't just some wealthy businessman. This is the Bratva. The Russian mafia. The realization sent a chill down her spine. She'd heard whispers about the Bratva's activities in the city - extortion, drug dealing, even human trafficking. And now she was willingly walking into their world.

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

Luca…Good riddance. The moment I stepped through the back doors, a deep baritone flowed to me from the far end of the hallway, where his office was located, and my poor heart started racing immediately. Damon was back. What’s up with my heart, though? Arrhythmia? **** “The Russian Mob has infiltrated our territory.” The words stilled me as I leaned forward into the door, careful not to press against it. Russians? I’ve heard they had the deadliest crime gangs in the entire world…

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.”