Russian Mob Stars Novels & Stories

“From now on, the Russian Mob in this country is yours to command. They are at your service, Nyx.” Sasha nodded and slipped the ring onto her finger. “Good. Ivy, show them out.” As Ivy escorted the Russians out of the office, Big Tom turned to Sasha, his eyes gleaming with pride. “Word is gonna spread fast, boss. Nyx and the Russian Mob—people are gonna fear you as much as they fear Hades.” Sasha smiled beneath her mask. “That’s exactly what I want.” Big Tom’s expression turned serious. “You know Hades is gonna be pissed when he finds out you went ahead with the weapons deal.”

"But I am unsurprised with your assessment of me." "See? You even talk fancy." I rolled my eyes and she smiled wider. "But these men from last night," I asked, focusing my curiosity on the present. "And the ones still here." She nodded. "What about them?" "Are they really criminals?" I asked. "Yeah. Don't quote me, but the Russians are from one of those Bratvas. The others are from an Italian Mob family." She shrugged. "But hey, it's nothing scary. Mind your business, don't ask too many questions, and just treat the patients."

Lucius said, leaving no room for argument. "Lucius, I am telling you. One of them specifically mentioned--" "Did they have Russian accent?," Lucius interrupted. Jax thought for a while, "Yes.... Well at least just one of them." "Well there you have it. Grey is a former mob boss. He has Russian enemies climbing out of the shadows to slit his throat. It's obvious what happened. They sent two men to ensure the job was done, but they probably pretended not to know each other, just to deceive you guys."

It was obvious in their dynamic. I’d also heard a few stories from Marina. She was the only one I got to talk to as she brought me food every day. She told me about how easy it was to set Maxim off. She also testified that she had seen a lot of people drop dead in front of her just for testing Maxim. The Russian mob was known to be ruthless but their leader was even more feared. He was the most feared of all the mafias in America. I never thought the don would be someone this young. I didn’t know his age but I knew he hadn’t crossed his thirties.

Rosabella’s POV Damien Volkov. The name set off alarm bells. In Chicago’s underworld, I knew exactly what the name Volkov meant. The Russian Mob. The head family of the Bratva. "You're badly injured. You should go home to recover," I said, ignoring his outstretched hand. "It's too dangerous here." "Dangerous?" Damien let his hand fall, a gentle smile still on his face. "More dangerous than a street war in Chicago?"

There was a hint of fright on the guy's face as he winced stepping back before he ran off like a rat. His hair was dark and cropped military-styled. Indeed, very sexy. His biceps muscles pressed against that white fitted polo t-shirt and a glance to his abs, definitely six packs, or even eight packs, Taya wondered. Finding herself staring at the man, her gaze went up to his face and she hoped that she didn't gasp out loud this time. If Lucas were a prince charming in a fairytale, this man was a Greek God; strong jaws and perfectly trimmed stubble short beard that defined his masculinity.

“You mean the Russian mob? Those guys don’t mess around.” I nodded, feeling a cold weight settle in my chest. “Exactly. They are not just some local gang. The Raven Syndicate is a ruthless faction within the Russian mafia. Known for their brutal methods and international reach.” Valentina pulled up a file on the screen, a dossier filled with photos, reports, and intercepted communications. “They have been expanding over there for years. Taking over territory quietly, eliminating anyone who stands in their way.” Antonio clenched his fists. “Then why are they targeting us? We are not involved in their business.”

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…

Her eyes darted around her surroundings to make sure no one was listening to us before she be started speaking, “Do you know how Leonardo was able to take over the mafia and all it's operation under three months? He did it with the help of the Russian mafia.” “Russian Mafia?” I repeated, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. My father always said that the Russian Mafia was troublesome and didn't get along with the others so well. They were said to have a high sense of superiority and they were a very tight, disciplined organization which believed that only them should be in charge of the underground world.

Even though Moscow was a heavily populated city, he didn't want to make the mistake of assuming that the Russian mob didn't have eyes and ears everywhere, even hired cabdrivers. "Wes thought we should call Dimitri Razin. He is well connected in the right places, and he will have some idea of where to start when we track down those bastards." Royce stroked his chin. Dimitri was a Russian art lover and no friend to the current political regime. Wes said Razin's family had been a solid supporter of the Imperial family before they were killed in the early twentieth century. Razin was not a member of the mob and never would be. He had his own team of loyal men and women, and he somehow kept himse