Solntsevskaya Bratva Novels & Stories

"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!”

“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

Sergei replied. "I'm gonna kill that lady...what's her name again... Adeline? I made some research last night, and I found out she still has an aunt called Odessa in Colorado. I'm gonna kill the aunt, and another interesting part is that her sister might still be alive. I'll find the sister and kill her too, that should be enough to break her" Zoya said cynically and left. Sergei wordlessly followed her. Erik's body was buried without the presence of any family member, just The remaining Bratva members and some mobsters.

Dozens of them, maybe hundreds, all dressed in black tactical gear and carrying assault rifles that gleamed dully in the emergency lighting. My blood ran cold as I recognized the insignia on their clothing – a silver wolf's head surrounded by Cyrillic lettering that I'd seen before in intelligence reports Dante had shown me. The Volkov bratva. The Russian crime family that had been Dante's rivals for years, competing for territory and influence across multiple states, pushing the boundaries of the uneasy truce that had existed between them. They'd finally made their move, finally decided that killing Dante was worth breaking the fragile peace that had kept open warfare at bay.

The headlights sweep across the lawn. "The person responsible for your father's death... His name is Sergei Sidorov. Former Bratva. Maybe current— hard to tell with these guys. That's all I can give you, kiddo. But you need to be very careful. This isn't some street thug we're talking about, alright? Tamara? Are you still there?" He keeps talking, but I'm not listening anymore. Can't listen. The phone slips from my fingers, hitting the carpet with a muffled thud.

How the fuck they are still allowing him to take shit over is beyond me the Bratva is one of the most strictest mafia groups along side the worst of the worst of people to ever walk the face of the planet the KKK, they are known to fuck shit up and ask questions later and now they are acting as if all is forgiven and allowing him to take shit over. Alexi has either paid a heft fucking due of there’s something we are all missing and Sapphire has something to so with it in and unintentional way only someone who has no fucking clue about it would.