Russian Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

"I only hope Radina will follow in her mother's footsteps." "Yup." The mafia princess took advantage of the cheese board set before them. "But no convent." She wagged prosciutto on his face." "I will think about it, mi amor." He answered, shifting toward her to steal the piece of bacon from her fingers. His tongue sucked gently on her digits. Enthralled, she let him. Her nipples hardened and she clenched her thighs under the table. She almost jumped at the feel of his warm palm rubbing her knee.

❦ Rosalind ❦ Days ago, I couldn’t tell you what sin smelled like. But now, ribbons of desire, lust, and danger wafted around me, drawing me further into the interior of Dominic’s private penthouse in Tribeca, overlooking the Hudson River. Faces in the shadows, crisp suits, women of every flavor speckling the room like handpicked butterflies. I felt those same butterflies in my belly as he led me by the hand up to the bar with an onyx countertop.

The penthouse apartment echoed with the sound of shattering glass and Nikolai's furious roars. SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA(THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) After the success of the engagement party between Mikhail Morozov and Donatella De Luca, the La Mano Rojas sent a message to the Bratva's empire, causing chaos within the empire.

Fuck. Papa had wronged the Russian Mafia, better known as the Bratva. Everyone knew they owned Moscow and even the whole of Russia. They had ties to law enforcement, the government, the entertainment industry…everything. "I told you to get in!" The man shouted, making me jump in fear. I was sweating everywhere and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I didn't wait to be told a third time. The man was getting ready to kill Viktor. He stepped aside to let me in and slammed the door behind me.

“You should take it as a complement, Kratoska.” I felt my cheeks warm slightly from the endearment. “So you ended my call because you see me as a distraction?” I tease. His jaws twitch, swallowing the last bit of food in his mouth. “A beautiful distraction.” He says lowly, eyes darkening. I cleared my throat, heart racing with the fact that I’m currently flirting with Sasha Romanov, a Bratva pakhan. Silence stretches through the air but I was itching to dig deeper into Sasha. “So....how was your trip to Russia?” I ask in a sing song voice.

“Nikolai’s business. I know it wasn’t something legal, but I want to know what kind of world I am into.” Danger. That was the very first thing I discovered when I stepped foot inside this enormous fortress, and after everything that I went through, including the ambush, the kidnapping, and the like, it made me question what kind of environment I was living in. One leg is already buried under the graveyard. Akim’s gaze fixed on my face as he went still for a bit and lowered the gun he was holding. “I should not be the one saying this sweet cake, but I think you need to know. Nikolai is a mob kingpin in Russia,” he explained, and if my eyes could get any bigger than they already are, they woul

My secretary came in to remind me of the presentation from the product department that I was supposed to see. By the end of the day, I had received three calls from investors who wanted to pull out and two from sponsors who felt threatened by the public's opinion on the fact that Dave had claimed I ran a drug dealing and human trafficking ring. I dialed a number that my secretary had sourced for me. “Bella Rossa restaurant. How may I help you?” “Mikhail Romanov. I'd like to make a reservation for eight thirty. Can you make that work?” “Sure thing, Mr Romanov. Table for one?”

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.

This will be indeed a big step in their win. Adrian stood with his father as they went through all the files holding important information they could get their hands on. At the ball a few days ago he made connections with some businessmen and got to know about some of the weak areas of Ivanov’s gang in business. Roman looked through those fills as well and found out that the biggest casino in Russia which was operated by Dimitri actually had a partnership with a man who is the real owner on papers. He was not happy with how they worked but indeed couldn't do anything as he couldn’t protest against the most ruthless mafia leader.

It rings a few times before Bobby Vincenzio answers with a pissed off, groggy voice. “Who the fuck is this? And why the fuck are you calling me at 3:00 in the morning?” “This is Nikolai Fedorov, Vor of the Chicago Bratva.” “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but the Chicago Bratva no longer exists, asshole!” “We need to meet.” “Why would I meet with you?” “To discuss recent events. A fire occurred tonight in Little Russia, the Russian neighborhood. A bookstore was burned down, resembling the incident with Mario Alfonso’s massage parlor. I have sent you videos. Let’s meet and address this situation before it escalates.”