Solntsevskaya Bratva Novels & Stories

he says, the weight of his words falling like a sledgehammer. I’m speechless for what feels like an eternity, then I leap to my feet again. Alpha Roman? The Black Veil Bratstvo, a ruthless sect of the Russian Bratva, are known for their bloodthirsty ways as well as their cold-blooded tactics in war and politics. Alpha Roman, their Pakhan and leader, is the worst of them—or so the stories go. “Are you serious, Father? Alpha Roman is… We’re in a war with the Russians!”

I hated them even before my brothers, and I returned back to Vegas and reclaimed our territory from the fucking Bratva and insolent Turkish fuckers that had been fighting for power. “Burn the place down,” I slanted a glance at Milo and Ronan. We had been on the Bratva case for two days straight without any good night's rest. And unfortunately, Savio was in Portland working undercover for Frizz and Dimitri had returned back to New York to tend to these same Russian fuckers. With their previous partnership with the Slovakia Mafia, who murdered Dimitri's father and brother and wiped out Elena's Duval family, I really could blame him for being extra cautious. One of these days, we will figure ou

"Clear the mess," I left with Vladimir. "Boss, a member of the Bratva family has an offer for you and he seeks to see you," Vlad's words made me halt, turning to him. "Bratva?" My eyebrows squinted, and he nodded. The Bratva family was the second most popular mafia family in America, originally in Russia for years before now. "What offer?" I inquired. "He didn't say exactly what the offer was, boss. But he said you will love it,"

The Bratva operates under a council system," Massimo began. "Different vor v zakone—thieves-in-law—control different territories and operations. They rarely work together, but when they do, they're formidable." "And this summit would bring them together?" "Yes. Under the leadership of Dimitri Smirnov, the current head of the most powerful Russian family." Massimo's voice dripped with contempt when he said the name. Smirnov. Julia felt the blood drain from her face. It was a common enough Russian surname, she told herself. It didn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything. "You know this Dimitri?" she managed to ask, her voice sounding strange even to her own ears. "I know of him. Ruthless.

Lys said. Etiquette followed—the unspoken rules of Bratva families and their polished public faces. Names of old men whose hands had been bloody for decades, of wives who ran charities that laundered reputations, of heirs and daughters and rivals. “That one,” the etiquette tutor said, tapping a photo of a sleek blonde, “is Valeria Soroka. Old money. Old Bratva. Her father backed Kael when he took control of the syndicate. There were once… discussions.”

As per his knowledge, years ago Bratva and Mexicans were not enemies but still why they engaged their daughter to those ugly snakes? Klaus’s body went taut for a moment before Shane filled him with further information. “And he was murdered in cold blood by Vladimir Sokolov!”

All I had to do was make a few phone calls, and news would quickly spread, reaching Axel and Konstantin. Throughout the night, we had all learned about the Solntsevskayas, their ancient methods, and their growing influence. They had successfully eliminated most of their enemies abroad, and fear of them was widespread. Although they had made several attempts to expand into the United States and Canada in the past century, their notable achievement was placing Aleksei's father in Philadelphia. However, what they hadn't anticipated was that Aleksandr Petrov desired a better life for his family and refused to follow the ruthless ways of the true Russian Bratva. The Petrov family was strong enoug

“Breed your daughter’s new toy! Claim the top of the hierarchy!” Viktor pounded me with ruthless authority, his powerful hips driving his cock deep while he continued speaking about upcoming shipments. “The Volkov Bratva is structured like this: I am Pakhan. My daughter Natalia is the Blood Princess, my heir and enforcer of discipline. Beneath us are the Underbosses, my two brothers, who control entire regions.” Two older, heavily tattooed men stood up… the Underbosses. One forced his cock into my mouth while the other pushed into my ass, turning me into a triple-stuffed mess on the table.

Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course. My three best friends were all daughters of high-ranking Bratva Officials: Nadia and Annika, aged twenty, and Svetlana, aged twenty-one; they were stunners. Tall, leggy brunettes with hazel eyes, they were always surrounded by guys eager to try their luck, and then there was me, the odd one out. I was a petite, [Only five feet four] ice blonde with emerald green eyes and the daughter of Pavel Lhushanov, the Houston Bratva Pakhan. We were only a small Bratva, compared to other States, but my father's rule was absolute; no one dared cross him. He was a v