Russian Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

We even went to Dubai together and it was probably one of the best places with someone especially with the good company I had with him. Anyways back to me as usual, Russia is an amazing country. The pure snow settles down softly and gently, just like the fairy-tale atmosphere. It was an unreal place to be in and to be honest the true reason I was here was one of my friends had just got married and to the big bad Russian Mafia boss, Dimitri Ivanov. Before you say anything, it was an arranged agreement since she was a child to stop the Russian and Italian war. She was the Italian mafia princess, but their family believed women should not be allowed in the Mafia. She proved them wrong and was k

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

Currently, his trust was waning. “Jayden, you don’t understand, these men are—” “Dangerous. Try another word. I’ve heard that too many times already.” “Look, if they come back here—” “You meanwhenthey come back here because they will. It’s the Bratva.” He threw off the covers and sat upright with that stubborn frown on his mouth and angry eyes. “Maybe you don’t understand. Serena, we’re talking about the freaking Russian mafia. They’re not only dangerous but vicious and ruthless. Unlike us, they don’t function with hot chocolate and emotions.They’re out there in the cold, ready to freeze their asses off if it means getting the job done. So, if you’re thinking of begging them not to take me w

But the again, I never knew the standards of the bastard. “Yes, and most of the conversation would be including ideas, which you want to be yours” I said raising an eyebrow. Lorenzo frowned at my change of attitude, but toning my mood down, I sat on the chair and glared at him “the hotels, especially the Romanov line, would not be associated with any of your businesses. I do not have them as mafia safe grounds, but they do run by their own rules and security” “But them being safe grounds would give you a better income”

He cages me in place, his scent consuming my senses. I was quickly realizing that the attraction I felt for Nikolai was a dangerous thing. Each time I was in his presence, it felt like someone had tied a live wire between us, and every time we touched, I could feel the sparks shoot up my spine. Come to your senses. I begged myself. Nikolai wasn’t an ordinary man. He was the head of the Russian mafia and my father’s possible martyr. Nothing about him should be attractive to me. He says something in Russian and I narrow my eyes, wondering why his gaze looked harsher as he spoke.

~ ° ~ ° ~ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi y'all 💗 Just wanted to brief you guys on who Ivan and his wife, Sophia is. They are the main characters on my first Mafia book (Don't worry, it is a standalone and these characters are just making a brief appearance). It is a love story between a billionaire heiress and a Russian Mafia boss. For better understanding, I will try to see if I could get my editor to let me publish that on here. Thank you

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