The Brothers Karamazov Romane & Geschichten

"I am part of Aleksandr, not the mafia. My life has changed and yes, he leads a double life and although at first it was hard for me to accept who he was, I love him and I don't care if he is the doctor Aleksandr Kozlov or Sasha, leader of the mafia." "I am afraid, Arya." I confess to my brother's wife, at the end I know who she is because she is also famous." I am afraid because it is not easy what is happening to me. I have also lost my aunt and this in so few days." "Hey, Alek just wants to be part of your life," she turns his whole body to face mine, "he's just a brute who lacks patience and control." We start laughing. "My brother is not a bad person?" She shakes his head quickly at my

Scored and tore at my calm exterior. The distinctive clip, clip, clip of stilettos on hard floors sounded behind me. "Poor little dove," Svetlana crooned as she came up beside me. "Where are the men in your family? No one to protect you now. Just like the men your uncles murdered, you are all alone." Kuznetsov brothers slammed fists down on the table as one thunderous clap of sound. The glassware, flatware, and dinnerware jumped under the onslaught. "Smert'."

Two Brothers. One Soulmate . Chapter 15: escalating... elevating problems . “Imagine my surprise to find five messages on my phone this morning informing me that my good for nothing son is in the hospital,” The man sneered. A shiver ran down Luca’s spine and he grabbed the back of Jedidiah’s shirt tightly causing the boy to look at him. “G-get o-out,” He stuttered, eyes wide in horror at his father. Even with his soulmates and their friends here he was still terrified. The boys, seeing his fear sprang into action immediately.

I hissed, remembering how much he hurt Malia even though he was her brother who people thought is dead but on the contrary, he was alive and he was the Don of the Bratva AKA the brotherhood, meaning he was the leader of the Russian Mafia. Not by blood, of course, he killed the previous Don and conquered his place by more blood and murder which was more than enough to make Malia's Dad push him away but Malia stayed by his side and what did he do? He was going to marry her off to his second in command so he deserved to be left alone by all of us, me included even though he was like a second brother to me but he destroyed everything.

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

~~~ Before the brothers met, Old Master Hunt’s study… “Your crimes keep piling up, and I'm not going to keep covering up for you and allow you to destroy our family legacy. Don't you dare go to the headquarters again; your brother is now the new CEO; go to Africa and reflect on yourself; I'll summon you back when the news blows over,” Old Master Hunt said, his voice stern but full of heartache.

“We got out alive. I can’t fucking believe it.” Dimitri grinned down at me, finally looking like himself as he did. He’d put on such a good show. Un-fucking-believably good. He’d slicked his hair back and worn one of the suits I’d picked out for him, a dark blue that brought out the little flecks of green in his gray eyes. Jerry, unbeknownst to me, had studied Russian literature as an undergrad, something he mentioned after I’d introduced my mate. Dimitri had pulled some weird details about the town Dostoevsky had used for the setting of The Brothers Karamazov out of his ass, going on for a couple of minutes about the history of Russian river barges, to Jerry’

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?

He motioned him to start the car. Kazimir shook his head. The car revived, and he drove on the gravel road, surrounded by tall trees, "Let's finish it, brother. Then you need to talk to your wife with a calm head, no blackmailing. Her father was a mafia, her brother is a mafia and her husband is the mafia. She may be a doll but you can't keep her away from the darkness inside you," "Remember your words when you'll meet your angel, so kind, innocent, a pure soul" Her face flashed at the back of his head.

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.