Russian Mob Stars Novels & Stories

Avri clicked on the blue-colored mob link. A mob boss by the name of Ramirez appeared on the screen, and she read the report. Ramirez was noted for making deals with criminals on the run who wanted or needed to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. Using force and blackmail to get investors' money in real estate was one of his specialties.

Thorton Gallardo POV One Month Later Separately, the Russo and Gallardo Mafias are capable of incredible things. They both rule with iron fists and awe-inspiring efficiency. Where the Russo commands the respect of their peers, my brothers and I are tenaciously ambitious. Combined—we’re a force to be reckoned with. We’re only a month into our merger, but all of Italy works like a well-oiled machine. With the Russos’ connections and my transportation network, we’re virtually unstoppable. I don’t think the criminal underworld has ever seen a more impressive organization. With Leo running the numbers, Samuel enforcing our laws, Roman negotiating our deals, and Damien keeping his ear to the groun

Luigi asked, turning to Russell before continuing, "Are you still hungry? Here, shove that plate in your mouth and quiet down." Russell laughed again, his laughter echoing in the room. His contagious joy spread easily, especially when he was having a good time. I just shook my head and shifted my gaze to Luigi. "Why did you choose not to eat at the restaurant? Are you more into home-cooked meals?" I inquired, genuinely curious. Personally, I lean towards home-cooked food, finding it often more comforting and personalized. "I like home-cooked food; there's something special about enjoying a homemade meal in the comfort of your own space. It feels more intimate and cozy," Russell chimed in.

Someone is here, in my bedroom. "Whoever you are, you better show yourself." I commanded dryly. Silence. Who is this person? And why haven't they tried to kill me yet? What kind of person breaks into a mob boss' room and simply hides? I take the safety off and cock the barrel of the gun. Christ, I really hope I wouldn't have to use this thing. "You got three seconds before I unload the entire barrel inside you," I fibbed; I can never kill someone, "One! Two...."

He glances at a table full of serious-looking men quietly enjoying their lasagna near us. I follow his glance. Then I notice the faded tattoo below his ear. And it all clicks into place. He’s Russian. He’s insanely wealthy. He’s all sorts of crazy-possessive and overprotective. He’s surrounded by men who look like they enjoy a good gangland murder every bit as much as a good bruschetta. “Shit.” I slump in my own chair. “Holy… shit. You are totally a mob boss.” Pasha has the gall to smirk. That’s all the answer I need.

"Someone from the authority's team is quite astute and all-knowing to have discovered such underground transactions" "What is more baffling is the authority moving against all of them. Everyone knows about those illegalities but only now did they enforce a series of operations against them" "And the sudden disappearance of some of their high profile leaders. I haven't heard of Mr. Kozlov or Mr. Callum or even the influential Mr. Russo lately. Those trio has been the most successful mobs in the country. No one dares to touch their business. Everyone even believed they are under the wing of the Petrovs"

I asked Kensley through the ear bud. “ Fifteen Mobsters, Boss.” Kensley replied and I swiped my tongue over my lips. “ Ahhh! You're here early, Cassius.” Russell fucking Volkov said, holding a huge cigarette in between his lips. By his right side were ten mobsters holding their guns in place and by the right side were five mobsters also. Any silly move from me, they shot. “ Yes, I got the information quite early.” I smirked and dipped my hands inside my pocket.

I was both. I played the social game with the precision of a surgeon. Rooftop lounges. Yacht parties. Brunches that cost more than the down payment of a car. People weren’t suspicious of wealth—they admired it, envied it, tried to sip it the way they sipped overpriced cocktails. That’s how I met the Russian. Valentin Morozov. Six foot two, pale as glass, cheekbones that could cut diamonds, and a chain of nightclubs across the city that catered to everyone from influencers to off-duty diplomats. He looked like trouble and spent money like oxygen, and that suited me just fine.

I was more interested in our position and wealth acquired. "We have had reports that the Russian mafia is doing extremely well. Well enough to threaten our position and to take over our territory." Sabre spoke as he waved his hands about. Everyone stilled as they watched him. I also stared at the overgrown ape and the hideous tattoos that covered his neck. "There have been rumours of a rat in our mafia Boss." Sabre said as he glanced at me. Why the fuck is he looking at me.

Moover City, Country Z Moover City is one of the biggest Cities in Country Z, wherein it was the busiest city in the country. It has malls, supermarkets, churches, hospitals, hotels, resorts, and many more. This country is ruled by a President and a democratic country, but aside from the President, they say that there is much more powerful than him and it was none other than Mr. Mariano Accetturo. Known for being a magnate and a mafia lord in country Z. His word is a law in the place where he resides. Many politicians need to win his approval for them to win, he remains low-key even tho he is at the peak of his time. Coming from a very powerful clan they also experience a crisis in their fam