The Brothers Karamazov Novels & Stories

The next don of Russian Mafia; Vlad Kozlov - 19 ---------- This book is actually based on my very own imagination. This story contains violence and abusive language. Hate, blood and much more. Viewers below 18, proceed with care. I know there too many characters to remember that's why I wrote this chapter. But there are also several other characters that are gonna be introduced side by side. These are the very main ones you'll have to know. Since you guys are loving my story 'Stepbrothers' so I thought why not to make another one but with a twist, ofcourse.

Mary was convinced that there was more to these "brothers' than met the eye. Timothy squinted, recalling the man who picked Mia up in his helicopter, and the mysterious man who paid the hospital ten years' worth of hospital bills. Timothy still couldn't identify those men until now. Could they be Mia's "brothers"? Not one to let Mary insult her brothers, Mia barked, "Holly, take them away. If they make a scene, ask the security to call the police. Mary scowled, "Mia, you're an ungrateful daughter. You ought to be slapped!"

I couldn’t take anymore, I wiped my eyes and left without saying goodbye. *End of flashback* As I sit here enjoying my mates warmth and comfort I promise myself and the goddess that I will do whatever I can to stop this from happening. He’s my brother, my future alpha, and Misha’s mate. He needs to be here with her no matter what. I just hope that I can find a way to change this awful fate set upon my brother and family. I want to be selfish and just enjoy having Misha for the rest of my life, but I can’t. Not knowing the cost my happiness comes at.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m pretty sure I do. Samuel, is it? He’s one vicious son of a bitch.” “Don’t speak about him like you know him. No one does.” “I’m glad you can admit that. You don’t know the evil he has in his heart.” “Deservedly so. Nathaniel killed my family.” Ozark shook his head. “The Brothers of Doom aren’t dead.” My eyes widened. “How do you know?” “That they’re your uncles, or that they’re still alive?”

A man calls out from beside him. I turn to the man, and I find out it was the man who had spoken nicely to me. He was Dimitri's brother? I heard that Dimitri had a brother, Ivanov who was twice as ruthless as him. Could that brother be this soft spoken giant? Dimitri and his brother have a staring contest for a few minutes before Dimitri nods his head and withdraws his gun. I know I'm supposed to be grateful I get to live but I almost wanted to die. What awaited me outside the walls of my father's house?

There were a thousand phrases and sentences to express the tornado of emotions ruffling inside my brain, yet I could relate to only one. FEAR. It was the voice that still gives me nightmares. The voice that always leaves tears of suffering in my eyes. Leon Daniel Volkov was the owner of that voice, the oldest child of Don Svetozar Volkov of Russia, the godfather of the underworld. My only brother and heir of the Russian Mafia. He will kill a man without blinking while enjoying every fading breath of the victim at the same time. He was the cruelest being I have crossed paths with. But what pegged me was how the hell is he alive? Last, I remember, Valentine killed him along with other Russian

Closing my eyes and targeting, I shot and hit the mark perfectly. I was one of the best in combat and aim in the Mafia. I was even better than Father. I'd proved myself countless times. At age 15, I beat up one of the guard's sons just because he spoke to me bad so why the hell do they think I can't handle the business. The Karamazov name was the most powerful in Russia and we were one of the most powerful outside. The name Evelyn Karamazov made grown men shiver so why the fuck do they think I need to get married?

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

Peering at him as if searching his face for what happened. "I... I don't know what to do anymore Quinn" he buried his face in his arms sobbing softly "I feel like I'm dying slowly" he sobbed became loudly. Quinn patted his arm in comfort and she allowed him to let it all out "she's still sacred of me. I can't believe my actions had done much more horrible damage than I thought. I ruined her life Quinn. She'll never accept me as her brother"