Russian Mob Stars Novels & Stories

His feet hit the sidewalk, and he glanced over his shoulder at the two men still in pursuit. Did they think he was the hacker? Had they fooled them? One of the enforcers went left, continuing down the sidewalk while the other braved the angry drivers and took the most direct route. This might be his only chance. Alec darted down an alley and slowed his pace. He'd have to make quick work of the first one before his buddy found them. The Russian mob was a mix of criminals who'd been destined for this life and KGB who had nowhere else to go when they were disbanded. It made for a deadly, well-run organization.

We’d killed more than ten men in just one week, and even after torturing them, no one gave out the name I was looking for. The mastermind behind all this mess. “It must be someone from the Russian mafia,” Lorenzo sighed, exhaustion evident in his voice. “They’re the only ones capable of bribing Roberto over to their side. They have the money and the resources to get him over to their side.” Lorenzo was right. The Italian mafia was the most powerful organization in the world of crime. The only other group that came close were the Russian Bratva, our rivals for years now. Slipping a white handkerchief from my pocket, I wiped my bloodied hands, but it was of no use. I was only smearing the thic

Sofia whispers. I check my gun. Half a clip left. “Worse.” “What’s worse than my psychotic brother?” The SUVs pull alongside us. Windows roll down. I see the guns. The insignia on the doors. My blood runs cold. “The Bratva,” I say. “The Russian mob.” Sofia’s eyes widened. “Why would Russians be..” The first bullet hits our tire. We spin out.

He was basically ruining the purpose of spending Fifth million in charity. Aleksandr Fedorov was breaking his image He had established as a Billionaire, at this moment He was nothing else than The Bratva Pakhan. The merciless monster. The man whose name was whispered with fear in the whole Russian And Chicago. And New York was soon going to learn to follow their lead.

I look at the edge and the dark side of the club for these Russian mobsters and I see only six, including the man at the door, seven. ” Be alerted.” I take in a deep breath and walk to the man at the door. ” What do you want?” He asks. His voice is lace with a heavy accent. ” I need to see Moskov. He’s expecting me.” I say. ” And who the fuck are you?” He asks. ” His slut.” ” He’s not expecting anyone. You should leave.” The man says. Alright, he’s stubborn. I quietly pull out my switchblade and smile at him.

A scowl deepened the crease between his dark brows. When I tried to get up, he caught my wrist and pulled me to him. My stomach flipped when his arms wrapped around my hips and waist. He made me sit between his strong thighs, just trapping me in his embrace while his warm face pressed onto my nape. What did he really mean? "Homicidal bastards." "Wait." Homicidal Russians? "The Russian mob's actually targeting your family?" Shit. That's why a bunch of masked thugs tried to murder his cousin-in-law and Enzo Tomassini. But why would the Falcos be feuding against a Russian mob?

They grabbed the manager's wrist very hard, causing his watch to cut into his wrist. The robbers were talking in Russian. Which makes no sense at all. I mean, why would Russians physically rob a bank? It’s much easier for an international group of hackers to rob an account at the Federal Reserve, the central bank of the U.S. I only had basic knowledge on Russian language and I could only guess what one of the robbers are telling the others. “He wanted a big show with the FBI and lots of media,” one of them says. “I’ll take the target with me.” he added. “Do everything so the holdup would go viral.”.

Gino replies and I see something flash in his eyes; dread. The Russian Mafia is not something anyone from Chicago wants to deal with. Russian Mafia is Known for its barbaric ways of exterminating their enemies, raping the women and even killing the children. Once they target their enemy, nothing is left behind breathing,not even the cockroaches in the house. “ We have never had any dealings with the Russians. I don't understand what they were doing in my turf." Just like any other Mafioso gang, the Russian Mafia has a rule. They don't attack unless provoked. I haven't provoked them, so why send men to sabotage me?

The blanket unraveled in his hands, and bliss enveloped her the moment he draped the soft, thick wool around her shoulders. “Am I going to stay here?” She looked around what seemed to be one dark, dingy warehouse. “You could turn down the AC a little bit, you know.” “AC?” he repeated with a low chuckle. “This is all compliments of the lovely evening weather.” “Weather? Where the hell…” Alexei slowly sat on his heels and placed his broad hands on her shoulders. He smiled at her like Christmas had come early. “Welcome to Moscow, Miss Daniella De Luca. The Russian mafia is looking forward to working with you.”

He rubbed the side of his head while a crease between his brows deepened. I got up from the soft couch when Miles couldn't do much but mutter more profanities. Russians? What? Did he mean... "Homicidal bastards." "Wait." Was he serious? "Your family's got beef with the Russian mob?" ◇