Solntsevskaya Bratva Novels & Stories

I look at Alessa and she smirks. “Just like the mafia, the bratva have many families. The Petrov’s and the Volkov’s are part of different factions. But all members of the bratva listen to the Volkov’s and, in turn, the DeAngelis’s. I know it’s confusing.” She says with a chuckle. But Cassandria is right in calling these men her mountains. They are fucking huge. Taller than Ryder and Matteo, they are broad, full of power. I gulp. I wouldn’t want to encounter either of them in a dark alleyway.

As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct. The Russian Bratva has gained infamy for its ruthless tactics and wide-ranging criminal operations, encompassing illicit activities such as drug trafficking, arms smuggling, money laundering, and extortion. Employing a combination of violence and intimidation, we stop at nothing to accomplish our objectives, often leaving a trail of high-profile assassinations and bombings in our wake. It comes as no surprise that governments across the globe regard us with apprehension and trepidation.

she asked. “Your fate lies with me now,” Sergi told her. “The daughter you were to care for is my granddaughter, Misha’s only child. I believe you knew that from the beginning and like Nikoli, I believe you turned your back on an innocent child, not once but twice. We of the Bratva do not turn our backs on the innocent, we protect them. Anyone who abuses women and innocents deserves our wrath and you, woman, deserve my wrath.” “But I didn’t know Misha was Bratva!” she cried out.

Rumor had it that he was more terrifying than theirPahkan, his brother, Egor Yezhov. “That man…. He is smart, terrifying, and should never be underestimated. He always finds a way to be ten steps ahead of us, and we haven’t been able to figure out why.” I blinked. “Huh?” She threw a brow at me and faced the road. “Nikolai Yezhov? The Bratva? They somehow seem to figure out our moves or know just how to counterattack or hit the place that hurts most. Your brother is never going to admit this, but the Russians are crushing us. He has us fixed between his thumb and index finger.”

Caterina This is a wolf of The Blood Crest pack. The tyrannical and merciless Russian wolf pack who ruled the other half of New York. They were also mafia, Russian Bratva and Sergio’s mortal enemies. I see my father walk towards the man and speak to him. This terrified me; he had already promised me to the Lycans of Vegas. Would he offer me to this man as well? I know my father only wanted power, and the Bratva would be the perfect place to have a foot in the door. The man looked at my father, and his eyes flashed the deepest crimson I had ever seen.