Russian Mob Stars Novels & Stories

Fuck knows how they got the ducking prototype from my lab but they had and they used it to their advantage and got a better team behind them and we're able to sort out the blimps one by fucking one. Now we're here in Russian territory and lucky if we don't get our heads fucking blown off because even if it sounds insane like it does. Warren and Mulvey are on good terms with the fucking Russian mafia dom: Mikhailov. He is one of their drug entrepreneurs. He knows many patrons that will buy drugs from his men including all the strip bars here. We're in so much shit if Mikhailov even catches wind of us being here. He hates the Green brothers with a passion; they are in a love-hate war between t

"Robyn and I finally found out that they've been doing business with the Russian Cartels, not the Markov mob boss. We're talking distribution not only drugs but also humans, they're waist-deep in the business. And get this, we have everything in writing. We think they're keeping it in case they get caught so they can pin it on you." I was fuming already, but I let Zal continue. "They're with Komarov, the one cartel who thrives as loan sharks, underground gambling, and cage fights." Zal paused, waiting if I have questions for him. But still, I keep quiet, urging him to tell me more. "Okay, so this is what I'm suggesting..."

Until that call, "Boss, it turns out, Dashkov is behind the latest disturbances on the cartel; the burning down of the South Gambling den, the raiding of most of our warehouses and the attempts on Miss Jasmine and the boy." Adrenaline pumped furiously through Marcello's veins as the last sentence echoed from the phone to his ear. That bastard!!! Marcello thought, "How valid is this discovery?" "The mole just confessed after a put a knife through his girlfriend's eye. They're working in coalition with the Russians."

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.

Even Misha, his right-hand man, is stunning, but Nikolai has a jawline that could cut glass, dark wavy hair, piercing blue eyes, a bit of scruff on his chin, and he towers over everyone else in the room. I can’t help but wonder why the Bratva has such good-looking men. A stark contrast to the mobsters in New York, who tend to look like thugs. The only exception are the Vincenzo brothers from the Chicago Outfit, who look like they belong in a GQ magazine. Mario, on the other hand, is far from attractive. Following Nikolai, Tatyana, Misha, and Maxim enter the dining room.

"The VIPs of the show. You know...the orchestrators. It takes a fool to not realize the kind of people they are at first glance. All members of renowned mafia families within and outside of Russia. The first two from your left are of Inferno Vortex, Italy, IV for short. They're known for their massive recruitment of members thus their invasion of a large part of Europe. The next two are of Rogue Cartel, Italy American-based. Same briefs as IV; however, in North America, though, it's said they're stubbornly and fast invading South America despite the incessant threats from La eMe. Muzhskoyray bratva, Russia, for the next two: very selective in their recruitment. Yeah, takes one's soul to be p

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

Damn was she in bed with the Russian mob? I was not thinking straight last night. I thought Maxim Markov was one of those underground Russian doctors. But then he talked about giving protection, bodyguards, no questions asked. "So, am I just imagining it, or are you actually friends with the Russian mob? The kind of people that made me kill that guy last night?" Suddenly I felt queasy, and rest my back to the wall.

And half the men in the restaurant, he realized as he glanced darkly around him. His eyes stopped on a familiar figure. Vladimir Sitnikov. The man owned this city's underworld. The parts Khalid didn't own, anyway. While the majority of Khalid's business interests were legitimate, Sitnikov tended toward the opposite. The majority of the cruel Russian mob bosses business was dirty, with only a few legitimate enterprises to launder money through.

They had become enemies, and he had nearly died at Valentine's hands—the idea of warning him was absurd. To erase Valentine from his mind, Eugene thought about the Russian mafia he would soon meet. Commonly known as the Red Mafia, they were notorious for their cruelty. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many elites including military generals and government officials had been absorbed into the Red Mafia. Unlike Italian mafia who valued family and honor, the Red Mafia was a thoroughly corporate-style organization that moved solely for profit.